The north wind blew across the green and yellow grass. The ground was covered with bones that no one had buried. Corpses were piled up. Ghosts cried and gods howled. Fire rose from the night sky.
Stumbling out of the village, Du Kang's knees went weak. He knelt on the ground with a thud and grabbed his hair. His throat had become hoarse from all the shouting.
"Japanese, you will all die a horrible death!"
Raising his head to look at the boundless night sky, Du Kang was like an injured wild wolf, cursing resentfully in the wind. His eyes turned red and blood filled his pupils. He gritted his teeth so hard that they made cracking sounds. He wished he could tear those beasts who were worse than pigs and dogs into pieces.
"You are very angry."
A figure stretched on the ground beside Du Kang. The voice that was neither male nor female sounded and the whole world became silent.
There was no wind, no smoke, and no smell of blood. Everything was frozen at this moment, as if a picture had been paused. Du Kang turned his head to look at the man in black. He slowly stood up and grabbed the man's collar, pulling him in front of him.
"You did all of this. What do you want to do?!
Tell me!
What do you want?! "
Du Kang roared because his heart was bleeding. It was a kind of pain and anger that could not be erased even if a Chinese man died. It was a shame and lesson that he could never forget.
The man in black did not respond. He just looked at Du Kang quietly. The two looked at each other for a long time without saying anything.
"Plop!"
The sound of water dripping on the ground broke the order. Another tear slid down the corner of Du Kang's mouth.
The wind rose again. The north wind howled like a hundred ghosts crying at night. Tears like blood!
"This is not a dream that I created. It is a scene hidden in the deepest part of your memory. It may have originated from your previous life. Because of your obsession, it cannot be erased. Even in this life, it is still imprinted in the deepest part of your soul."
As the black-clothed man spoke, his slender and white fingers brushed past Du Kang's forehead as if he was sizing up an antique. "I like the rage, slaughter, and destruction that are hidden in the depths of your soul."
"Hehe, is that so?
Then come and get it yourself! "
After being stimulated by the bloody and cruel scenes, Du Kang's heart was filled with an uncontrollable desire to destroy. Anger clouded his rationality. Now, Du Kang needed to vent, and he needed flesh and blood to vent.
Du Kang grabbed the black clothed man's collar with both of his hands and suddenly tore it apart. With a ripping sound, the black clothed man was torn into two halves by Du Kang and turned into two wisps of green smoke. Three meters away, the black smoke reformed into the black clothed man with a faint smile on his face. "Anger is one of my favorite things."
"Du Kang!
Wake up!
Wake up! "
Just as Du Kang raised his fist and pounced at the black-clothed man again, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out in the night sky. Then, the sky lit up with specks of starlight, and a full moon rose from the west. Boundless seawater gushed out from the ground, drowning everything. In an instant, the mulberry fields turned into seas, and the plains became oceans.
Under Du Kang's feet was a small reef island that was high above the sea. Not far away, the black clothed man's feet lightly stepped on the surface of the water, and his loose black robe fluttered in the wind.
"What the hell is this?" Du Kang looked around blankly.
At this time, a melodious flute sound came from afar. A small sailboat came with the wind and the current, and a long-haired beauty stood at the bow of the boat.
Behind her was a silver moon that looked like a jade plate in the sky. In her hand was a green bamboo flute. As the sea breeze blew, her hair and skirt fluttered. She was like a fairy from the Jade Lake that had descended to the mortal world.
The blood moon was like a hook, and a black cloud floated past. The world was hazy and pitch-black. "Roar!"
A shrill scream startled a flock of bats, and they flew away in all directions. A large skull rolled from the moss-covered steps to the ground, leaving a trail of black blood stains. The neck of the skull was full of jagged teeth marks, and a pair of terrified eyes were staring out of their frames. There was a black hole in the middle of the forehead.
A smear of red appeared in the darkness of the porch of the Mountain God Temple. A headless corpse was grabbed by the hands and feet of Sister Corpse. Her pitch-black nails dug into the flesh, and blood was dripping out. Sister Corpse's mouth was full of sharp teeth, and she bit down on the neck, gulping down blood like bubbles from the broken windpipe.
Sister Corpse grabbed her head that was behind her back, and with a series of cracking noises, she turned her head 180 degrees back, revealing a livid face of a woman with blood vessels like earthworms. Her mouth was full of jagged fangs, and thick blood was dripping down her face.
In the narrow, pitch-black coffin, Liu Weina was lying on her back, and a smooth skull was next to her ear.
"Lei Tong, are you alright?"
Liu Weina, who was pressed under Lei Tong's body, was so anxious that her face was full of tears. Lei Tong's chest was a bloody mess, and he was holding the coffin with both hands. He said in a low voice, "Shh, don't talk, and hold your breath. As long as we can endure until dawn, we can live."
At the same time, "Crack, crack!"
The sound of nails scratching the coffin came from outside, and the two were so scared that they immediately shut up. Liu Weina covered her mouth and nose with one hand, and covered Lei Tong with the other.
"Cough, cough, cough …" A muffled cough came from Lei Tong's throat, and a trace of blood dripped down from the gaps between Liu Weina's fingers, landing on her fair and tender face.
The sound of nails scratching the coffin stopped abruptly. Just as Lei Tong took out a yellow paper and cinnabar talisman from his pocket and held it between his fingers, a series of 'puff, puff, puff' sounds rang out, and wood splinters flew everywhere. The coffin was pierced by ten pitch-black, withered fingers. Then, with a crack, a woman's head that was as shriveled as a tangerine but with a bloody mouth broke through the coffin and squeezed in. Right next to Liu Weina's face, the bloody mouth opened wide, and the entire face almost split open from the middle. Then, it viciously bit down on Liu Weina's neck.
"F * ck you!"
Lei Tong reached out and stuffed the skull next to Liu Weina's head into his bloody mouth. The skull was instantly bitten into pieces, and at the same time, the talisman in Lei Tong's hand was pasted on Sister Corpse's forehead.
"Wu wu wu …" A shrill cry that sounded like the cry of an old cat rang out. Green smoke rose from Sister Corpse's shriveled face, and she shrank back with a whoosh.
"Clang!"
The talisman pasted on Sister Corpse's forehead spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes that fell down. Half of Sister Corpse's face was charred. The severely injured Sister Corpse went berserk, and her stiff arms slammed heavily on the coffin that Lei Tong and Liu Weina were hiding in. The coffin rolled twice and fell to the ground, and Lei Tong and Liu Weina rolled out.
"One point of the sky is clear, two points of the earth is clear. Demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters are invisible. Kill!"
Lei Tong knelt on the ground on one leg and chanted loudly with his hands. His blood-stained fingers sketched a seal thunder talisman on his palm, and he struck the forehead of the pouncing female corpse.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" The female corpse's body shook, and her long hair stood up while black smoke rose.
"Wu wu wu …"