Edge of the Apocalypse

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Chapter 1734 of the main text is coming

It was already night.

The village at the foot of the mountain is brightly lit. The village called Iwan belongs to the Golden Lion. There are dozens of families in the village. Every villager has a piece of land of his own, and the crops grown can be sold to Golden Lions in addition to his own use. Every three months, the Golden Lion will have a purchasing officer come to the village to buy the crops it needs. In addition to planting crops, the villagers also act as hunters. Behind the village is a rolling mountain range, and there are wild animals for them to hunt.

Today is definitely a significant day for the people in the village. The voice that resounds in everyone's mind like a **** is enough for the villagers to talk about for a year. Although these villagers don't know what Supreme is, they are sure that the men who can speak to them in their heads must be amazing. In the simple concept of the villagers, even their idol, Marshal Capulo, can't do this. Then this man named Allen must be more powerful than Capulo.

It's simple and intuitive.

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

The ale sold in the Czech Republic has always been at fair prices, and most of the middle-aged and elderly people in the village come to patronize it. The Bull Bar opened by Holly is popular among young people. The two bars each have their own guests, so they can be regarded as well watered. The Kangaroo Bar has a longer age, and the villagers who visit here are naturally older villagers. There are no beautiful young dancers in the Kangaroo Bar. The only dancers who perform every Saturday and Sunday are the widows in the village.

Maria is not young anymore, but her figure is very good, especially the turbulent chest. That spectacular scene always makes the men in the bar happy to stuff a few more bills into it. If Maria is in a good mood someday, she can still have fun with her in the room behind the bar.

So every Saturday and Sunday, the business at Kangaroo Bar will be better than usual. Today is not a weekend day, but business is exceptionally good. People are talking about that man, so much so that they want to spill one glass after another. The Czech Republic has asked his nephew to take out the fourth barrel of ale from the cellar. But depending on the situation, I’m afraid he will be sold out soon. The last two barrels.

But with money, the Czech Republic will not care if these old guys will fall drunk in his bar.

When the widow Maria walked into the bar in an **** low-necked dress, the atmosphere in the bar was so hot that it almost lifted the roof.

The men booed and asked Maria to perform a song, and the woman laughed and performed a passionate dance, causing the men to throw money on the dance floor.

Suddenly the door of the bar was knocked open, and people recognized him. It was Logan, the grave guard who guarded the cemetery behind the village. Logan was almost sixty, and only a few hairs left on his head were about to fall out. When he was young, he had two front teeth knocked out, so his speech always leaked. The children in the village always call him toothless Logan, even if he has only one of his teeth behind his two front teeth.

The guardian of the tomb didn't look so good, and he looked a little scared and panicked, which people found strange. After all, Logan was very courageous. He once made a bet that he would sleep in the grave with a newly dead woman, so he won a small amount of money. Besides, if you are timid, you can't be a grave guard. But now, Logan was actually scared, which was a bit unusual.

The Czech Republic put a wine glass in front of him and said: "Drink a glass of wine and calm down. What's wrong with you old fellow? Did the dead in the tomb get up and dance?"

The villagers nearby all laughed, and the hunter Gene called out: "Maybe the woman in the grave wants Logan to bed."

People laughed louder.

"Fuck you. Damn, Gene. The stuff in your stall is as small as your guts, so don't make fun of Lao Tzu." The grave guard drank the wine in the glass, replayed and said, "In the cemetery There are ghouls, my God, they dug up their graves."

"Ghoul?"

"You didn't wake up."

"How can this be."

People certainly didn't believe it. They made fun of the grave guard, and Logan simply jumped onto the bar, which made Czech frown. He just wiped the bar in the morning. Old Logan’s shoes stained with the mud from the cemetery are now trampling on them. The tomb guards didn’t care about the mood of the Czech Republic and shouted: "If you don’t believe me, follow me to the cemetery. If I lie to you, let the Czech Republic The raised boar stabs my ass. But if it is true, you have to let Maria and me sleep for three nights!"

The widow on the stage cried, "Just your small and short thing, let alone three nights, you will be finished in one 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 stood up to watch the excitement. The Czech Republic hurriedly shouted, "You guys who are good deeds, pay me the money first!"

People paid the bill and left, leaving only a few elderly people who were too old to walk. Maria came over and sat down at the bar. This action made the scenery under the neckline more spectacular. The Czech swallowed, and 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 in a long time. Okay, I'll take it as a good deed."

Czech laughed, took a wad of banknotes and put it in the woman's neckline. The two smiled at each other and walked to the back of the bar. As soon as he entered the room, the Czech Republic leaned into his neckline, the old man was immediately excited by the incapable plumpness.

A few minutes later, the Czech Republic walked out contentedly, and an old man whistled: "Cripple, Maria did not eat you."

"Fart, she's almost the same after I ate." Czech said proudly, and he felt satisfied when he remembered the woman's screaming and begging for mercy just now.

Suddenly the door of the bar was knocked open, the hunter Gene stumbled in, he got caught in the chair and fell to the ground. Czech hurriedly stepped forward to help him, only to find that the hunter had a hole in his stomach, and the contents were hanging outside his stomach.

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

The hunter caught the Czech neckline and said: "Come, they are here, run."

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

There was a flame burning on the street outside the bar. It seemed that a car was burning, and someone kept running from there. The Czechs caught a young man and asked: "What's the matter?"

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

The Czech cursed, and suddenly a beast appeared from the fire in the street. Czech was stunned. He swore that he had never seen such a beast. It was as big as a calf, and had two arms like humans, but with the legs of a bull. There are two bends on its head, and flames are flying in between!

"Monster...Monster."

Czech cried, and the monster had already rushed towards him. Czech screamed and fired, but the bullet hit the monster without breaking the skin. The monster rushed over, raised his arm and swept it, and the Czech Republic flew upside down into the bar and fell onto the bar. His head twisted to an unnatural angle, his neck was broken, and he died instantly.

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

The shouts in the village have gradually disappeared, and the only remaining boy is shivering in his cellar hiding in his cellar. The roar of the monster came from outside the door of the upper cellar, and after a while, there was no sound. He had the guts to open the cellar and walked out of the house.

The home was buried in flames, the house was dumped, and strangely, no dead bodies were seen. The boy hugged his knees and squatted on the ground, crying, when he heard the footsteps, raised his head, and a figure came towards him.

It was a man, wearing a cloak, only his head was exposed. His long, jet-black hair was flying in the firelight, and his face was slightly indifferent. He walked in front of the boy, and the boy stopped crying, but sobbed from time to time.

"Are you the only one left?"

The boy neither spoke nor nodded.

The man stretched out his hand: "Would you like to follow me and let me give you a new journey?"

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

So two people, one big and one small, left the burning village~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The next day, a convoy came to Ivan Village. This is a convoy of several off-road vehicles, and one by one fully-armed soldiers jumped from the car. The man who looked like the leader bit a cigarette and looked at the large scorched farmland and cursed, "What happened here?"

"Who knows, yesterday the old man at the clock tower saw the fire here and reported the situation, otherwise we who are still on vacation would not make a special trip." Behind the captain, a black man complained.

"Okay, it's all here. If you complain, just say less." The captain made a gesture: "All members enter the village, pay attention to hiding, and search for survivors first."

This team of twenty people was divided into several teams, entering the village from different directions. After 10 minutes, they met in the village square. The search was fruitless, there were no survivors, and no corpses, which is quite strange.

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

The captain squinted his eyes and said: "Obviously this was an attack. We found traces of violent damage and dried up blood. But the fact that there is no corpse makes people wonder. Could it be that the intruder killed someone and did it? Take the body away? It doesn't make sense."