It was already night.
The village at the foot of the mountain was brightly lit. The village called Ivan belonged to the Golden Lion, and there were dozens of families in the village. Every villager had a field of their own. Apart from growing crops for their own use, they could also sell them to the Golden Lion. Every three months, the Golden Lion would send a purchasing officer to the village to buy the crops it needed. In addition to growing crops, the villagers would also act as hunters. Behind the village was a rolling mountain range, and there were wild beasts for them to hunt in the mountains.
Today must have been an extraordinary day for the villagers. The voice that resounded in everyone's mind like a god was enough to be the topic of conversation for the villagers for a year. Although these villagers didn't know what a Paragon was, they were sure that the man who could speak to them in their minds must be amazing. In the simple minds of the villagers, even their idol, Marshal Capullo, could not do this, so this man named Allen must be even more powerful than Capullo.
It was a simple and intuitive comparison.
As a result, the Kangaroo Bar, one of the few bars in the village, was full tonight, opened by the lame Jake. Jake 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 that he had a prosthetic leg, he walked with a limp. Since he couldn't be a hunter, he could only open a bar to make a living. There were only two bars in Ivan Village. One was the Czech Kangaroo, and the other was the Bull Bar opened by the young Holly.
The ale sold in the Czech Republic was always fairly priced, and the middle-aged and elderly people in the village came to visit. Holly's Bull Bar was more sought after by young people. Both bars had their own customers, and they could be considered to be well water and river water. The Kangaroo Bar was older, and the people who visited it were naturally older villagers. There were no beautiful young dancers in the Kangaroo Bar, and the only dancer who came to perform every Saturday and Sunday was a widow in the village.
Maria was no longer young, but she had a good figure, especially her surging chest. The spectacular scene always made the men in the bar willing to stuff a few more bills into it. If Maria was in a good mood one day, she could have sex with her in the room behind the bar.
So every Saturday and Sunday, the Kangaroo Bar's business would be better than usual. Today was not a weekend, but business was unusually good. Everyone was talking about the man, so much so that they felt like spilling cup after cup. Jack had asked his nephew to bring out the fourth barrel of ale from the cellar, but it seemed that he would soon sell out the last two barrels.
But as long as there was money to be made, Jack wouldn't care if these old men were drunk in his bar.
When Widow Maria walked into the bar in a voluptuous, low-necked gown, the atmosphere in the bar was so heated that the roof almost popped off.
The men shouted for Maria to dance, and the woman giggled and danced enthusiastically, causing the men to throw money onto the dance floor.
Suddenly, the door of the bar was pushed open. People recognized him. It was the gravekeeper, Logan, who guarded the cemetery behind the village. Logan was almost sixty years old, and the few strands of hair left on his head were about to fall out. When he was young, he had two front teeth knocked out, so his speech was always leaky. The children in the village would always call him Toothless Logan, even though he had no teeth other than his two front teeth.
The gravekeeper didn't look too good. He looked scared and flustered, which people thought was strange. After all, Logan was quite brave. He had once made a bet with someone that he would sleep in the grave with a woman who had just died and won a small sum of money. Besides, a coward couldn't be a gravekeeper. But now, Logan was actually afraid, which was a bit unusual.
Jack put a glass in front of him and said, "Drink a glass of wine to calm yourself. What's wrong with you, old man? Did the dead in the grave get up and dance?"
The villagers next to him all laughed, and the hunter Gene shouted, "Maybe the woman in the grave wants to sleep with Logan."
People laughed even louder.
"Fuck you. Gene, damn it. The things in your place are as small as your guts, so don't make fun of me. " The gravekeeper drank all the wine in his glass and put it down heavily. "There are ghouls in the cemetery. Oh my god, they dug out the graves."
"Ghouls?"
"Are you awake?"
"How is that possible?"
Of course, people didn't believe it. They laughed at the gravekeeper, and Logan simply jumped on the bar, which made Jack frown. He had just wiped the bar that morning. Old Logan's shoes, which were stained with graveyard soil, were now stepping on it. The gravekeeper didn't care about Jack's feelings and shouted, "If you don't believe me, come with me to the cemetery. If I'm lying to you, let Jack's boar stab my butt. But if it's true, you have to let Maria sleep with me for three nights! "
The widow on the stage shouted, "With that small and short thing of yours, you'll be done in a minute, let alone three nights."
People laughed again. The hunter Gene stood up and said, "I'll go with you."
Someone took the lead, and others also stood up, planning to watch the fun. Jack hurriedly shouted, "You busybodies, pay me first!"
The crowd paid the bill and left, leaving only a few elderly people who were too old to walk. Maria walked over and sat down by the bar, which made the scene under her collar even more spectacular. Jack swallowed and handed the woman a glass of wine. "I say, Maria, do you want to make some more money?"
"With you?" The woman laughed. "Old man, you haven't touched a woman in a long time, right? Okay, I'll treat it as a charity."
Jack laughed, grabbed a wad of cash, and put it in the woman's collar. The two looked at each other and smiled, then walked to the back of the bar. As soon as they entered the room, Jack immediately put his hand in the collar, and the endless fullness made the old man excited.
A few minutes later, Jack walked out, satisfied. An old man whistled and said, "Cripple, Maria didn't eat you."
"Bullshit, I ate her," Jack said proudly, feeling a sense of satisfaction when he thought of the woman's screams and begging for mercy.
Suddenly, the door of the bar burst open, and Gene the hunter stumbled in. He tripped over a chair and fell to the ground. Jack hurriedly helped him up, only to find that there was a hole in the hunter's stomach, and the thing inside was hanging out.
"Oh my God, Jean, what happened to you?" Jack screamed.
The hunter grabbed Jack's collar and said, "They're coming, they're coming. Run."
After saying that, he died. Just then, Jack heard people screaming outside, and even gunshots. He quickly put the hunter down, took a shotgun from behind the bar, and walked out of the bar.
There was a fire burning on the street outside the bar. It seemed that a car was on fire, and people kept running from there. Jack grabbed a young man and asked, "What's going on?"
"Monster, the monster is coming." The young man slapped Jack's hand away and screamed, "It's the end of the world, it's the end of the world!"
Jack cursed. Suddenly, the silhouette of a beast emerged from the flames on the street. Jack was stunned. He swore that he had never seen such a beast before. It was the size of a calf, and its arms were like a human's, but it had the legs of a cattle. There were two curved horns on its head, and flames were flying between them!
"Monster … monster," Jack shouted.
Jack shouted. The monster was already running towards him. Jack screamed and fired, but the bullets did not even leave a scratch on the monster's skin. The monster rushed over, raised its arm, and swept Jack into the bar. Jack fell onto the bar counter. His head was twisted at an unnatural angle, and his neck was broken. He died on the spot.
Ivan Village was burning, and the flames quickly spread from the village to the farmland. At night, the flames could be seen from tens of kilometers away.
The screaming in the village gradually died down, and only a boy was left hiding in his cellar, shivering. The monster's roar came from outside the cellar, and after a while, there was no sound. Only then did he dare to open the cellar and walk out of the house.
His home had been destroyed in the flames, and the houses had collapsed. Strangely, there were no bodies. The boy hugged his knees and squatted on the ground, crying. Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and looked up. A figure was walking towards him.
It was a man, wearing a cloak, and only his head was exposed. His long black hair danced in the flames, and his slightly weathered face was cold. He walked in front of the boy. The boy had stopped crying, and only sobbed from time to time.
"Are you the only one left?"
The boy did not speak, nor did he nod.
The man reached 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, holding the man's hand.
So, the two of them left the burning village.
The next day, a convoy arrived at Ivan Village. It was a convoy made up of a few off-road vehicles, and fully armed soldiers jumped out of the vehicles. The man who seemed to be the leader bit on a cigarette, and looked at the charred farmland and cursed, "What happened here?"
"Who knows, yesterday the old man in the clock tower saw the fire here, and reported the situation. Otherwise, we wouldn't have come here on vacation," a black man behind the leader complained.
"Alright, since you're here, stop complaining." The leader made a gesture, "Everyone enter the village, be careful, and search for survivors."
The team of about twenty people split into several groups, and entered the village from different directions. Ten minutes later, they met up in the village square. The search was fruitless, and there were no survivors or bodies, which was quite strange.
"Leader, what do you think?" the black man asked.
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