The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Chapter 133 - Joint Burial

Chapter 132: Chapter 1 “Welcome”

The silver moonlight shone through the shadows of the trees, and the rays of light appeared, disappeared, appeared, and disappeared in the forest. The soft rustling noises disturbed the creatures hidden in the forest, and a figure ran past the soft silver light rays, leaving a vague shadow in the night.

The ink-like black curtain cut off the moonlight, and the running person turned sideways in panic, one of his arms stretching the protruding broken twigs on the ground. Not knowing if it was because of the darkness of the night, or because the color of the blood was originally black, the black blood was splashing in the air. But he finally succeeded in turning, without hitting the black curtain.

His pupils seemed to be much larger than normal people. The pitch-black color occupied most of the whites of his eyes. If it weren’t for him looking around in panic, which involved the rotation of his eyeballs, revealing the white corners of his eyes under the scattered moonlight, people would’ve thought he had two black eyeballs.

The dagger reflecting the cold light flew in a straight line in the forest.

Pfff!

The two hit each other looked like marbles after dashing across the ground full of broken branches and rotting leaves, both of their feet were off the ground.

The dagger engraved with intricate patterns lost its luster after the moonlight was blocked by two people facing each other. The tip of the dagger reached the throat of the fleeing man dangerously, but it was blocked by the man with his hands!

Bang!

The man’s back slammed into the trunk behind him, and the rustling of the leaves made the moonlight scatter again. He pressed his hands tightly against the dagger that was still being pushed towards him, the abnormally large pupils in his eyes dilated, constricted, dilated, and constricted, as if breathing.

Without warning, the only trace of the white of his eyes was completely swallowed by black!

Two pairs of black eyes looked at each other for only a moment in the chaotic reflection of the falling leaves in the moonlight! The man who was suppressed in front of the tree trunk fiercely turned sideways, the cloth on his back was torn by the rough bark, and his neck moved, scratching the blade of the dagger. The bright red sparks that occurred seemed to be produced by the blades when they collided, illuminating a small piece of space where the two confronting people were.

The man whose entire back had been scratched by the rough bark actually used the momentum of the opponent’s attack and pushed the dagger to the thick trunk!

Pff!

Half of the dagger sank into the trunk! The attacker was instantly surprised. Under the frowning brows, the pitch-black eyes turned sideways, and the bright red light reflected in the eyes quickly extinguished.

The arm that had been pierced by the twigs before suddenly stretched forward, and grabbed the back head of the person who was still holding the dagger tightly and whose forward movement had not yet changed. The dark black blood spattered out again under the force of the muscles, and the whitish knuckles firmly clasped the back of the opponent’s head. The whole body of the man who was already in a very difficult situation turned fiercely! Pressing the attacker toward the trunk and the handle of the opponent’s dagger!

You couldn’t describe the sound of a person’s throat being penetrated by a cylindrical dagger handle! The inky black blood was splattered in the moonlight again!

“Gasp-” as if gas leaking, the man whose entire face was already attached to the trunk could not turn his head, but the corners of his eyes suddenly cracked, revealing the pitch-black eyeballs and the white frontal bones, reflecting the person who was still pushing his head forward! One of his hands was holding tightly on the handle of his dagger, and one hand was in front of him, desperately pushing the body back!

On his back stained with black blood, his muscles arched, and the man who had successfully reversed the situation slammed forward and directly stuck the struggling person to the trunk! The fingers were bloody inserted into the back of the opponent’s neck, which was still splashing blood. In the chilling moist sound, his fingers clasped the handle of the dagger!

The bright red light was bigger and more dazzling than before!

The man held the dagger tightly and pushed it down again! Instead of pulling out the dagger, he cut the attacker while the dagger was still stabbed into the trunk.

The light seemed to light up the person who was stuck on the trunk, and the dazzling red light penetrated his whole body from the wound on his neck! In the flash of light, the pitch-black things rolled in his body, constantly being swallowed by the bright red! The red dots in the black eyes expand little by little like spreading fire! Until it covered all over the eyes!

After the red light flashed rapidly several times, it seemed to usher in the climax. The bright white glow suddenly erupted in this dark wood! Then quickly return to darkness! The fragmentary moonlight was already inconspicuous at this time.

The man maintained his posture, his hand still pressed on the handle of the dagger, and the black covering his eyes gradually recovered, condensing into ordinary pupils.

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The ash-like remains gently covered his hand that was holding the dagger, and the fine engraving on the dagger was also covered by the ashes that were still showing the bright red burning traces.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the people who had already surrounded him.

The silver dagger was turned over in the dark, and the ashes on the dagger slowly slid and fell after reaching the end of the blade, and merged with the pile of dust on the ground.

The man slowly turned around, and the dagger he had held backhanded picked out the broken clothes hanging on his body. On the silver necklace hung on his sturdy chest, beads reflecting the silver light collided with each other and made soft noises under his slightly forward-leaning body.

Under the gaze of five pairs of black eyes, he took down a round bead with his free hand and crushed it; the full, rounded black sphere cracked in the silvery light. His hand grasped the fist-sized black sphere and slowly put it into his mouth!

The black blood stains on his arms disappeared in the swallowing movement of his throat. The wound healed quickly.

The five demons frowned. They didn’t move. One of them had already died. No, two! The lesson was right before them! Yes, it was death, not to be driven back to hell. When they crawled into the world with the archdemon, they were not here to die!

Flap!

A pair of huge wings were opened above the five demons, and in the darkness, all people could see was a thing that seemed to be a man sitting beneath the treetop, “you.” His voice was soft and slow, “made me have one fewer subordinate.”

The half-naked man on the ground maintained the attacking posture. Defense? Defense was meaningless in this kind of situation. He arched his upper body and tightened the fingers holding the dagger again.

“You took what belongs to me.” The man in the center of the black wings continued.

The man still didn’t move, the black in his eyes spread again, past his pupils, occupying the position of the white of his eyes.

“I forgive you.” The man in the wings said, “Leave what belongs to me, then you can go.”

There seemed to be black feathers floating backward, and the ink-colored curtain that isolated the area opened a gap!

The man glanced back cautiously, his body began to retreat, retreating to the gap, but he didn’t seem to be going to leave what he ‘took’ away!

“Hehe, in that case, consider it my gift to you!” The man in the center of the wings smiled, and when the huge wings folded, everything in the woods disappeared.

The man looked at the closed curtain in front of him, let out a sigh of relief, touched the necklace on his chest, clenched the dagger in his hand again, and looked around. ‘Where is this place?’

Without being chased, he ran to the border of the woods.

Highway 27 was like a wayward water snake, horizontally cutting through what was once a continuous forest. Suddenly a half-naked man ran out from the eastern forest. He panted heavily, put something reflecting the cold light in his hands into his boots, covered it with a trouser leg, and walked towards the sign standing on the side of the road.

‘Welcome to Barton’.