Way of the Devil

call! !

Rosanne slammed up from the bed. He was sweating, his eyes were terrified, his hands were shaking, and he touched his face unconsciously.

"Damn! This is another dream!" He whispered a whisper, although there was no mood swing in his dreams, but after waking up, the extreme panic and fear made him tremble unconsciously. .

He wiped his face, pressed his eyes, and calmed himself down as much as possible. But the fast-moving heart can't slow down. More and more cold sweat oozes from his forehead, then wet clothes, running down the cheeks, chin, neck, and even the back.

"Pharmaceutical .... medicine ...." He trembled from the bed and shook his hands in the bedside table to find a potion that inhibited the rapid heartbeat.

His name is Rosanne, the son of an ordinary, ordinary manor. If there is no accident, he will inherit his father's father, Rodi's Zhuangzi, and continue to live a quiet life until he is old.

This kind of life is countless in today's peaceful countries.

His east and empire are huge, although decaying, but still as stable as Taishan, a large number of aristocratic giants firmly control the upper empire rights, but do not over-press the lower layers. The empire is in the stage of just passing through the peak of glory and slowly slipping.

Because of the stability, the upper level pursued more material enjoyment, which led to a large number of merchants starting to communicate with another equally large empire in the East. There are also some newly opened manors at the border, which combine with the East and the West to form a unique feature.

Twenty years ago, Rosanne’s father, Rodi, was here to open up a large farmhouse of his own.

Today, it has become a bustling area known as the Sunset County.

From the bedside table, he twitched and found the special potion in the narrow-necked silver bottle. Rosanne held the potion tightly, but did not open it immediately.

Many times, more and more frequent nightmares have reappeared, and he has almost fallen into the brink of collapse.

"Every night I repeat this fearful nightmare, and sometimes even a nap during the day can be a nightmare.... I am fed up with such a day!!"

In the depths of his heart, an unknown anger rushed out, and a force was drilled in his body, letting him pick up the silver medicine bottle in his hand.

Hey!

The silver bottle bounced back on the stone wall not far away, rolling a few laps on the ground, the cork of the bottle was already hit, and a reddish potion rushed out and penetrated into the pale yellow soil. .

"Go to hell! It's better to die in such a day. If you die, you won't have another nightmare. If you die, you don't have to be scared. You don't have to be forced by your father." The thought of self-destruction in the bottom of my heart is constantly coming up.

The pain in the heart is getting bigger and bigger, getting heavier and heavier, and breathing is getting more and more urgent.

Rosang could not help but recall everything that was discovered yesterday.

Father Roddy, who has been preparing for the revenge on that town, has been preparing for twenty years. He never gave up returning to the terrible place of horror.

He secretly made all the preparations, but he only intended to bear it alone, not telling his son what he wanted.

Rosanne understands.

That town, the terrible evil place, they will never let go of themselves. The evil and powerful devils can be judged from the father's handwriting, they are always looking for their father and son.

Father Rodi has been trying to hide him and himself.

But such hiding will eventually lead to an exposed day. Those evil guys always have a variety of ways to find the traces they left behind.

The notes record the simple veins of Father Rodi and their struggles over the years. In order to avoid those guys, Rodi has been hard-pressed to mislead more than a dozen substitutes.

And now, it’s their turn.

From the day the notes were discovered, Rosanne continued to confirm that his father’s secret actions did, and he began to have more and more nightmares, and it was the same nightmare.

He knew in his heart that everything could not be avoided. They have been hiding for twenty years and will eventually face the fate of this destiny.

He couldn't imagine what his father and son would use to fight the evil town.

Bow? Torch? Still poison? My father has tried many methods over the years.

The fire is not dead, the sword is used, and there is no chance to get close. There is no effect in the bow shot. In other words, the poison is a little bit effective, but the monsters are too powerful, and the poison that can kill people, for them, just reduce the reaction speed.

"Maybe it's just dead, it's not bad..."

Rosanne fell to the ground from the bed, his hands slammed his heart, and his consciousness gradually fell into calm and relief.

If he is to choose, he will die so easily in heart disease instead of dying in the hands of those monsters.

The moonlight came in from the square window and sprinkled on Rosanne's pale cheeks.

This thin and painful young man should have been afraid of pain because of internal cramps, but at this time it was inexplicably a kind of peace and calm.

hiss...

Suddenly a tiny gray crack appeared from the back of Rosang's neck. The crack in the crack flew out of a red spot and fell into the back of the Rosang.

The eyes that Rosang originally raised were suddenly slammed, and the blue pupils shrank slightly, and then spread. The red silky lines of silk began to spread along his pupils toward the white of the eyes.

The spread speed is not too fast, only a few minutes, it completely occupied the entire eyes.

call!

His body slammed down and then bounced back and returned to its original state.

"唔...." Rosanne blinked, and his hand in his heart slowly came back.

"This body.....somewhat strange." At this time, Rosanne, or Lu Sheng, looked strangely at the heart of the skin.

The tidal tinglings rushed from there to the whole body.

"Myocardial twitching, temporary shock? It should be a neurological problem. It is better to adjust the nerves." Lu Shengshen scatters the heart and slowly smoothes the heart muscles in the convulsions.

The tingling at the heart slowly fades and dissipates.

For the soul of the Lord who can deceive reality, forging some nerve signals is nothing.

Lu Sheng regained his body and began to close his eyes to absorb the hidden memory of this identity.

"Roussant? Town? Avenger?" The scenes of strange scenes are constantly being played back in his mind. As the memory traces back, Lu Sheng's look is getting more and more different.

"Interesting... This place....." He can feel his body curling up in the depths of his heart, limited by the power of a huge and intricate rule, and can't leave the body.

After carefully examining the forces of this restriction, he suddenly discovered that the rules here are quite different from those of the other worlds.

"It's been suppressed a lot....but it doesn't matter, as long as you adjust and adapt for a while. Old rules, if not necessary, try not to use the ontology, first take a look at the cause and effect of this Rosanne..." Lu Sheng closed his eyes again .

The bedroom was completely quiet.

After a full amount of interest, he blinked again.

"Don't let the tragedy repeat itself? Also, ruin the town...." These two causes and effects are also the biggest goal of Lu Sheng.

"Let me sort it out...." Lu Sheng stood up and went to the window to open the window. The outside was wet, and the cold air came in.

The cold air hit the face, which made him feel refreshed.

"Rodi Rossan's two fathers and sons were persecuted 20 years ago, fleeing the town, Rosang's mother, died in the town, grandparents, grandparents, all died in the town. Even the two fathers and sons managed to escape The body still has the influence of different degrees of the town.

Every once in a while there will be monsters in that mysterious town catching up to try to kill both. These years, relying on Rosanne's father, Rodi, relied on various means to hide. According to Rodi's notes that Rosanne saw, it seems that no one in the world can resist the monsters in the town.

Then the question is coming. What are these little town monsters? ”

From the memory of Rosanne, the world is completely a cold weapon world. The most powerful people are known to be bows, but this is the category, and it is also a tube product in the folk, except for military use, who uses other people. dead.

Rosanne’s father, Rodi, secretly got a few skeins in order to fight the monsters. Once it was passed out, he was beheaded.

Lu Sheng opened the closet and took out a set of gray long coats with hoods. It was a bit like a windbreaker. He also had a thick cloth tie at the waist and used it as a belt.

Dressed, he pulled the door and went out.

Right outside the door, there is a spacious square empty courtyard. Two waist-hip-naked aunts are sitting on the bench and cutting potatoes with a small stool. They are still whispering and chatting.

They wore gray dresses, white cloth headscarves, and spoke in spite of the words, but the knife in their hands could continue to peel the potatoes.

After Lu Sheng went out, the two big squats waved at him.

"Small Asan got up?"

"The butter potato mash is done, put it on the small table and eat it by yourself."

Lu Sheng smiled and nodded. Then follow the memory toward the small hall.

In the time of walking on the road, he began to try to condense the aura in the air, but unfortunately nothing, the air seems to have only pure gas, and there is no special energy.

Then Lu Sheng changed again and tried to extract the essence from the body. This is the method of Da Yin.

This has some effects, but it is not very obvious, it is still slow and inefficient.

The third is to extract spiritual power, all things have spirituality, and extract a little spirituality from vitality. Lu Sheng tries and works, but the efficiency is far less than the spiritual world, and even worse than in the world of clouds.

In the process of trying, Lu Sheng unconsciously followed the instinct and went to a yard where many purple flowers like grass were planted.

This body father, Roddy, is wearing a black tight-fitting suit and standing in the center of the yard to practice a trick and a basic knife.

He used a silver chopper with a short arm length. There is no routine in the knife method. One stroke is a trick, coherent, powerful, and fierce. The faintness is also mixed with blood and cruelty.

"Asan, got up? It’s rare to get up so early today." The strong man’s knife method was quickly finished. After the move, he noticed the road victory standing on the side, and he said warmly.