C3 The Mountain Demon Is Here Death Is Coming

"Young man, hurry and hide, the mountain demon is coming …" The old grandpa shouted in fear. Then, he didn't even want the stall anymore as he ran into a small wooden house at the side.

At the same time, the pedestrians on the street started to run crazily, looking like it was the end of the world.

"Roar ~ ~" Roar … "Roar …"

Terrifying cries rang out.

"Boom …"

The sky was instantly covered in black shadows. One by one, two meter tall Mountain Demons leaped over the city walls and landed on the rooftops or on the ground, creating loud noises.

"Ah …" Help! "

"Save me …"

Some people who hadn't escaped shouted in fear.

"Bang …" "Pfft!"

However, the speed of these Mountain Demons was extremely fast. They all pounced on the passersby, one after another.

The sight of the troll was more terrifying than watching a movie. It was like a hunter in a biological crisis, and it made his legs go weak and he didn't know what to do.

"Benefactor, quickly come in!"

Suddenly, a hand as thin as a chicken's paw caught his hand and yanked.

This startled him, but his legs were already weak. With this pull, he did not even have the strength to resist and was pulled over.

With a blink of his eyes, he was pulled into a small wooden house. In a blur, he saw a thin and small figure quickly closing the door.

"Who are you?" Long Ri asked nervously.

"Benefactor, don't you remember me? "I'm Ninth Gongzi. When you were young, you lent me all your money to do some small business. Don't you remember?"

Ninth Gongzi said in a trembling voice.

When he said this, Lonely Spirit had an impression. The system seemed to have said that the person he wanted to collect the debt was called Ninth Gongzi.

This meant that the person before him was his target.

"I remember."

"Benefactor, you said that you wanted to cultivate to become an immortal, but your innate talent is lacking. These are the Reverse Spirit Grasses that I've requested all these years. Take them."

A glowing blade of grass appeared in his hand, and he thrust it into the hand of Lonely Spirit.

"This …"

"Shh, benefactor, don't say anything!" Just as he was about to speak, Ninth Gongzi covered his mouth and a voice rang out in his head.

"Boom …"

The door was instantly slammed open, and a ferocious looking head stuck its way in, staring at them with a bloodshot gaze.

"Benefactor, run …" Ninth Gongzi let out a frightened cry, pushed away Lonely Spirit, and frantically picked up a blade from the side, then rushed toward the Mountain Demon.

"Puff …"

With a fierce pounce, half of the Mountain Demon's corpse fell to the ground, splattering Long Ri's body with blood.

However, he could no longer care about that. Fear filled his mind, causing him to open his eyes in fear as he watched the bloody maw grow bigger and bigger.

"Puff …"

"..."

In the bathroom.

A figure appeared within.

He leaned against the door without moving, cold sweat dripping down his body and soaking his school uniform.

His eyes were still wide open, and the terror in them had not disappeared. The bloody mouth remained in his mind for a long time.

Then a wave of dizziness came over him and he fell backwards.

"Boom …"

Some water splashed up.

"..."

In the pure white room, there were two iron beds.

Longe was lying on one of the beds, his face pale. He still had the potion in his hand.

Beside the bed, there was a girl lying down. A trace of sparkling liquid flowed out from her rosy lips. Occasionally, her eyebrows would move, making her look extremely adorable.

"Da …" "Da …" "Clatter!"

Footsteps sounded as the door opened. A pair of small, jade-like feet with black high heels, with long hair reaching to her waist, a delicate face, and a snow-white dress, was extremely beautiful.

"Mm …" Teacher Yang, you're here! "

The sleeping girl woke up from her sleep and immediately stood up. Little Xiuzhu rubbed her eyes and softly said.

"How's Lonely Sun? Are you awake?"

Yang Yueying walked over to the bed and softly asked as she looked at Lonely Spirit on the bed.

"No, Teacher Yang!"

Zhao Ke Meng shook her head and curled her lips.

She didn't want to keep watch over Longe. She didn't like him in the first place, but the class teacher insisted that she come, so she had no choice but to come.

"Mm …"

Longe's eyelids twitched and a voice rang out, attracting the two women's voices.