The heavy rain washed away the rusty wreckage. The rainwater flowed in the interlaced metal supports, carrying the warm blood, and fell on the ground in large drops. Soon, there were pools of dark red water stains on the ground.
There were thin threads of blood floating inside.
The scavenger rat knelt on the ground, feeling uncontrollable pain all over his body. He curled up hard to protect his soft internal organs, so that even if the men punched and kicked him, they would only be superficial injuries.
Men must be laughing at themselves, right?
The scavenging rat knew that his stooped figure was already deformed, and now that he was curled up, he should be no different from a giant rat.
Many people have ridiculed scavenger rats for this, and scavenger rats have long been used to it.
Life is like this, as long as you get used to it, no matter how cruel things happen, it won't make waves in your heart.
"This is a trap."
As the man with blue eyes spoke, the scavenger rat whispered in his heart, "It's also a trap for me."
The butcher deceived these two madmen, and the price was very cheap, just the lives of the scavenger rat and the fortune teller. In this cruel food chain, such an ending was not surprising to him.
"Did the butcher say anything else to you?"
Borogo asked the rickety man, the scavenger rat, again.
"No," the scavenger rat shook his head vigorously, "he just asked us to hold you back, and didn't say anything else."
The scavenger rat is very good at survival. He knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. At this time, the danger of the butcher has long been forgotten by him. The most important thing is survival at the moment.
Lebius suddenly asked, "This place is run by a butcher, right?"
"Yes, I am one of the first residents here. I know everything about the Hulk Coast."
The scavenger rat endured the pain in his body and explained to Lebius, "If you want to know more about this place, I am fully qualified to serve as a tour guide."
Bologo thought he had found a clue, "What did the butcher do here?"
"He didn't do anything. The butcher simply designated an area and asked us to move our business here. He never asked about the rest."
The Scavenger Rat always thought the Butcher was a weirdo, a pure lunatic.
After establishing the Hulk Coast, Butcher simply abandoned it, not caring about profit or power.
Burlogo asked the crucial question, "So who's running this?"
The scavenger rat suddenly fell silent, and Boluogo pressed forward step by step, "It seems you know."
After a brief tangle, the scavenger rat said, "They... a group of strangers. They are usually not in the market, but hidden deeper in the ruins. I don't know who they are, and I don't know who they are."
What is it going to do..."
What the scavenger rats told was true. Those people were like some kind of taboo to them. They were obviously in the same environment, but they had no connection with each other and did not interfere with each other.
Bologo looked at Lebius, the whistles connected each other, and the voice sounded directly in his mind.
"Go on, Borogo."
Boluogo nodded, picked up the bloody claw hammer, and threatened.
"Where are they?"
The scavenger rat's eyes were dull for a moment, and the noisy rain and thunder were fading away from his ears. Soon, whispers replaced these sounds, as if a charming woman was stroking his rough skin and whispering to him.
tell.
"them]……"
The scavenger rat raised his hand and pointed behind Boluogo.
"They're right there."
Boluogo turned his head and saw that the open space of the market was already filled with people. People's eyes were filled with a strange fanaticism, and they were holding swords and guns in their hands.
A weird and fanatical atmosphere descended here, and everyone was in an overly excited state, breathing heavily, their chests heaving violently, and even their faces began to turn red.
Then Boluogo heard the woman's melodious and sad singing.
In a trance, Boluogo felt that he was in a theater. The woman was twisting her body on the stage, and the beautiful music overflowed from her throat.
She spoke an ancient language that Bologg couldn't understand, and the meaning was profound and mysterious, like a section of a great poem. Bologg believed that this was not his own auditory hallucination, because everyone in front of him, even Lieutenant Colonel
Bius made the same expression as Bologna.
Sadness, endless sadness.
Boluogo held his breath. He had no way to describe this pure sadness. Even the corners of his eyes involuntarily revealed a little sparkle. Fortunately, it did not fall down until the last moment.
"It's so sad."
Aimu whispered in Boluogo's mind.
The enthusiastic and anxious people in front of them also extinguished their anger because of the singing, and the tense atmosphere turned into a funeral in an instant.
I don't know for whom the funeral was held.
"The doubters of the Void Spirit School have an unknown rank..."
In this infinite sadness, Bologg's voice appeared in the minds of Lebius and Amu at an inappropriate time. Bologg could not judge the position of his opponent, so he had to hand over this task to Lebius.
"It seems like the Hulk Coast is just a cover."
Boluogo spoke, and his voice echoed clearly in the market.
Gazing across the scavenger rats and the dominated crowd, Boluogo sneered, "You are just a layer of disguise used to cover up the real darkness."
Lebius moved. Even without the Blade Bite Wolf, Lebius could overlap the wolves on himself to further strengthen himself.
The illusory spirit wolf.
Rebius relied on his keen etheric perception, and he soon found the location of the enemy Sublimation Master in this intricate wreckage.
When the action began, Lebius was like a bolt of lightning, disappearing in the blink of an eye. There were bursts of roars from the twisted and ruined building. After every step, the aether increase caused the ground supporting the body to dent and crack. He then
Like a galloping bull, just hearing the lingering sound of the arrival is frightening.
The sad melody disappeared, and the female voice turned angry. She raised her sword and buckler, glared at the enemy, and blew the horn of revenge.
She is too slow.
Before his violent anger could reach its climax, Boluogo had already jumped into the crowd. The claw hammer in his hand was extended and forged into a sword blade, like a thrusting propeller blade. In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and broken limbs flew everywhere.
The roar suddenly stopped in the throat, and the shrill wails covered up the woman's singing. People covered their wounds, fearing the arrival of the god of death.
Bologg enjoyed their pain, skillfully cutting open the heads one after another, and the spilled blood warmed the cold space. At this moment, Bologg felt that he had returned to the hesitant fork in the road.
A group of ice-cold snakes extended from Boluogo's other hand. They staggered and bitten each other, tensing into a twisted long sword, with uneven undulations on the surface, as if a craftsman had just forged it with a heavy hammer.
Beaten.
There is a touch of red in the silver-gray metal color. This is not blood, but more like oxidized red rust. The metals rub against each other. The red rust is ignited by the instantaneous high temperature, and the next moment the red mercury burns blazingly.
The sword blade stirred up a heavy flame, and the scorching light outlined the trajectory of Boluogo's sword swing. Then the fanatical crowd was easily torn into broken pieces of flesh. The high temperature roasted the flesh and blood, and the grease crackled.
, a strange smell of burnt flesh and blood emerged.
Countless faces flashed before Bolog's eyes, with different expressions. For a moment, Bolog felt like he had read the entire world, and then burned them all.
The scavenger rat curled up in place. He did not fall into a frenzy due to the woman's singing. The huge sadness captured the scavenger rat's heart, and he was still immersed in it.
The experiences of the past years appeared one after another in the mind of the scavenger rat. His spirit suffered a severe test, but he managed to survive at the last moment.
When the scavenger rat saw the accumulated gold coins, he had almost saved up enough money. He shed all his filth and stood upright in the light.
I can't die yet, I definitely can't die.
The scavenger rat roared. Overcoming the physical pain and mental sadness, he stood up on the blood-stained and slippery ground, raised his head, and met a pair of cyan eyes.
Behind these blue eyes, there is a scene like a slaughterhouse, with corpses piled up together and adults burning quietly...
The scavenger rat did not continue to look at it. Even though he was in the business of dead people, he was retching uncontrollably at this moment.
The high-temperature sword blade fell on the scavenger rat's head, and Boluogo looked at the guy in front of him curiously.
The scavenger rat's rickets come from his deformed spine, and his back is hunched at a huge angle. He can only keep his head lowered, like a vulgar and humble rat.
"You actually made it through."
Boluogo wanted to kill the scavenger rat's head with a sword, but he didn't expect that the scavenger rat could survive the mental shock. This was so rare.
The scavenger rat didn't understand what was happening, and he begged for mercy from Bologger.
"I know where they are? I can take you there!"
The scavenger rat roared in his heart, he couldn't die, he couldn't die here.
