It is already night.

The village at the foot of the mountain is brightly lit. The village named Ivan belongs to the Golden Lion. There are dozens of families in the village. Every villager has a piece of land of their own, and the crops grown can be sold to the Golden Lion in addition to their own use. Every three months, the Golden Lion will have a purchasing officer come to the village to purchase the needed crops. In addition to growing crops, villagers also act as hunters. Behind the village is an undulating mountain range, and there are many wild animals in the mountain for them to hunt.

Today must be a very meaningful day for the people in the village. The voice that resounds in everyone's mind like a god is enough for the villagers to talk about for a year. Although the villagers didn't know what the Supreme was, they were sure that a man who could speak to them in his head must be something. In the simple concept of the villagers, even their idol Marshal Capulo couldn't do this, so this man named Allen must be stronger than Capulo.

Very simple and intuitive comparison.

So, as one of the few bars in the village, the Kangaroo Bar opened by the lame Czech was packed tonight. Czech used to be a hunter in the village. When he was young, he went hunting in the mountains and was bitten off by a black bear. Now I have a prosthetic leg and walk with a limp. If you can't be a hunter, you can only open a bar to make ends meet. There are only two bars in Ivan Village, one is the Czech Kangaroo, and the other is the Bull Bar opened by the young man Holly.

Malt wine sold in the Czech Republic has always been reasonably priced,

Those middle-aged and elderly people in the village often come to patronize. The Bull Bar owned by Hawley is mostly sought after by young people, and the two bars each have their own customers, which can be regarded as well-known. The Kangaroo Bar has a longer history, and the people who patronize here are naturally older villagers. There are no beautiful young dancers in the Kangaroo Bar, and the only dancer who comes to perform every Saturday and Sunday is a widow in the village.

Maria is no longer young, but she has a good figure, especially the billowy chest, and the spectacular scene always makes the men in the bar willing to stuff a few more money into it. If one day Maria is in a good mood, she can have sex with her in the room behind the bar.

So every Saturday and Sunday, the business of Kangaroo Bar will be better than usual. Today is not a weekend, but business is exceptionally good. People are talking about the man so much that they want to drink one after another, Czech has asked his nephew to take out the fourth barrel of malt wine from the cellar, but judging by the situation, I am afraid that it will be sold out soon. The last two barrels.

But when there is money to be made, Czech doesn't care if these old guys pass out in his bar.

When the widow Maria walked into the bar wearing a sexy low-necked dress, the atmosphere in the bar was so enthusiastic that it almost lifted the roof.

The men booed and asked Maria to dance, and the woman giggled and danced enthusiastically, causing the men to throw money on the dance floor.

Suddenly the door of the bar was knocked open, and people recognized him as Logan, the gravekeeper who guarded the cemetery behind the village. Logan was almost sixty, and the few hairs left on his head were about to fall out. When he was young, two front teeth were knocked out, so his speech was always leaking. The children in the village would always call him Toothless Logan, even though he had all but two front teeth.

The tomb guard didn't look very well, he looked a little frightened and flustered, and people thought it was strange. After all, Logan is not small for courage. He once made a bet with someone to sleep in a grave with a woman who had just died, and won a small sum of money because of it. Besides, even a timid person can't be a tomb keeper. But now, Logan is actually afraid, which is a bit unusual.

Czech put a wine glass in front of him and said, "Drink a glass of wine to calm yourself, what's wrong with you old man, have the dead in the grave danced?"

The nearby villagers all laughed, and Hunter Genn called out, "Perhaps the woman in the grave wants to put Logan to bed."

People laughed even louder.

"Go to you. Damn it, Gene. The things in your stall are as small as your guts, so don't make fun of me." The gravekeeper drank the wine in his glass and put it down heavily: "In the cemetery There are ghouls, man, they're digging graves."

"Ghoul?"

"You didn't wake up, did you?"

"how can that be."

Of course people didn't believe it, they made fun of the gravekeeper, and Logan simply jumped onto the bar, which made Jack frown. He had just wiped the bar this morning. Old Logan's shoes stained with graveyard mud are now being trampled on. The gravekeeper ignored Czech's mood and shouted: "If you don't believe me, follow me to the cemetery. If I lie to you, let Czech A boar poked my ass. But if it's true, you'll have to let Maria sleep with me for three nights!"

The widow on the stage yelled: "Just your little and short thing, let alone three nights, you have to finish it in a minute."

The people laughed again, and Hunter Gene stood up and said, "I'll go and see with you."

Someone took the lead, and others also stood up to watch the fun, and Czech quickly shouted: "You good guys, pay me the money first!"

People left after paying the bill, leaving only a few old people who were too old to walk. Maria came over and sat down at the bar, this action made the scenery under the neckline even more spectacular. Czech swallowed, handed the woman a glass of wine and said, "I said Maria, do you want to make more money?"

"With you?" The woman laughed: "The old guy hasn't touched a woman for a long time, okay, I'll take it as a good deed."

Czech laughed, grabbed a wad of banknotes and put them in the woman's collar. The two smiled at each other and walked to the back of the bar. As soon as he entered the room, Czech stuck into the neckline all of a sudden, and the old man was immediately aroused by the incomprehensible plumpness.

A few minutes later, Czech walked out contentedly, and an old man whistled and said, "Cripple, Maria didn't eat you."

"Fart, it's almost the same after I ate her." Czech said proudly, thinking of the woman's screaming and begging for mercy just now, he felt a burst of satisfaction.

Suddenly the door of the bar was knocked open, and Hunter Gene stumbled in. He stumbled over the chair and fell to the ground. Czech quickly stepped forward to help him up, only to find that the hunter had a hole in his stomach, and the things inside had hung out of his stomach.

"Oh my god, what's wrong with you, Gene?" Czech cried out.

The hunter grabbed Czech by the collar and said, "Here they are, run quickly."

After saying this, he died. At this time, Czech heard people shouting and even gunshots outside. He quickly put down the hunter, took a shotgun from behind the bar, and walked out of the bar.

There were flames burning in the street outside the bar, what appeared to be a car on fire, and people kept running from there. Czech grabbed a young man and asked, "What's going on?"

"Monster, the monster is coming." The young man slapped Czech's hand away and ran forward screaming: "The end is here, the end of the world is here!"

Czech cursed, and suddenly a beast appeared from the fire in the street. Czech froze, he swore he had never seen such a beast. It was as big as a calf, with the same two arms as a human, but with the legs of a farming ox. There are two curved horns on its head, and there are flames flying between them!

"Monster...monster."

Czech cried out, and the monster was already galloping towards him. Czech screamed and fired, and the bullets hit the monster without even scratching the skin. The monster rushed over, raised its arm, and Czech flew upside down into the bar and fell on the bar counter. His head was twisted to an unnatural angle, his neck seemed to have been broken, and he died suddenly on the spot.

The village of Ivan was burning, and the flames soon spread from the village to the farmland. At night, the flames can be seen clearly even tens of kilometers away.

The shouting in the village had faded away, and the only boy left was shivering in his cellar. There was a monster's howl from outside the door of the cellar above, and a moment later there was no sound. Only then did he boldly open the cellar and walked out of the house.

Homes have been engulfed in flames, houses toppled, and strangely, no bodies can be seen. The boy hugged his knees and squatted on the ground, crying loudly. At this moment, he heard footsteps, raised his head, and saw a figure walking towards him.

It was a man, wearing a cloak, only his head was exposed. His long black hair fluttered in the firelight, and his expression on his slightly weathered face was indifferent. He walked up to the boy, and the boy stopped crying, only sobbing from time to time.

"Are you the only one left?"

The boy neither spoke nor nodded.

The man stretched out his hand: "Do you want to come with me and let me give you a new journey?"

The boy looked around and finally stood up, taking the man's hand.

So two people, one big and one small, left the burning village.

The next day, a convoy came to Iwan Village. This is a convoy consisting of several off-road vehicles, and fully armed soldiers jumped out of the cars. The man who looked like the captain was biting a cigarette, looked at the large blackened farmland and cursed: "What happened here?"

"Who knows, the old man in the clock tower saw the flames here yesterday and reported the situation to the police. Otherwise, we, who are still on vacation, wouldn't have come here on purpose." Behind the captain, a black man complained.

"Okay, everyone is here, don't say anything about complaints." The captain gestured: "Everyone enters the village, pay attention to concealment, and search for survivors first."

The team of twenty people was divided into several teams and entered the village from different directions. Ten minutes later, they met in the village square. Strangely enough, the search was fruitless, with no survivors or dead bodies.

"Captain, what do you think?" the black man asked.

The captain squinted his eyes and said: "Obviously this is an attack. We found traces of violent destruction and dried blood. But there is no body, which makes people wonder. Could it be that after the intruder killed someone, he still Taking the body away? It doesn't make sense."