165. Chapter 159: Ghost Town Misunderstanding Nine
Chapter 159 Ghost Town Movies (9)
After stabbing the dagger for the seventh time, the horse thief briefly regained consciousness. He seemed to have just seen Gordon clearly, and the tight muscles in his jaw relaxed, and he kept breathing.
"Tell me, what did you encounter? Where are Gust Wind and the others?" Gordon asked.
The horse thief suddenly shook his head and hit Gordon. Gordon pushed with his left palm, and the horse thief's head hit the ground. The horse thief tried to turn around and fight back. Gordon bent his knees and half-knelt. The horse thief's arched back was pressed down again, and the dagger stabbed again.
Entering the shoulder socket, blood dripped from the wound, pooled into a pool, and flowed along the cracks in the rocks on the ground.
"Fuck, who are you?" the horse thief twitched and screamed.
"Relax, I'm just a human being who strayed into a ghost town just like you. We have no hatred, and there is no need to kill each other." Gordon said in a soft tone, "I know you are scared, and so am I. We
We can exchange information about the ghost town and help each other escape. The strength of one person is not as powerful as two people working together, right?"
The horse thief tried his best to turn his head and said with a sad smile: "Do you think I am a fool? Although I can't figure out who you are, you will let me live? I don't know anything. Just kill me. I have lived enough in this life.
It’s gone! This place is full of evil spirits, and you can’t escape either, and you will be buried with me!”
"You won't die so easily." Gordon was silent for a while, then put the Fire Rainbow Dagger against the horse thief's neck and gently scraped it downwards, and the blood marks slowly seeped out.
"Have you ever skinned a human being? First, make a small incision from behind the ear, and then cut along the spine. Your skin will roll up little by little, revealing bright red and beating muscles. You are a bit fat, and the difference between skin and muscles is
There is still a pile of yellow and white grease attached in between, which is not easy to peel off. But you won’t die right away. Well, your meat is very fresh, do you want to try it..."
"You devil! Devil!" the horse thief howled and struggled desperately. "You are not a human, you are the evil ghost here! You are all evil ghosts!" His eyes widened, and the bloodshot eyes seemed to burst out, and he looked confused.
And Twisted, obviously fell into madness again.
With a flash of the fire rainbow dagger, Gordon cut off two pieces of thigh meat from the horse thief and held it in his hand. The horse thief rolled on the ground in pain and kept wailing: "Evil ghost, you evil ghost!"
Gordon stared at the bloody pieces of meat, his throat trembled, and he couldn't help but move closer. He was too hungry, really too hungry.
"Evil ghost!" The horse thief's shrill roar echoed in the dead streets. Gordon's hand trembled slightly and he almost dropped the piece of meat. But what is a human and what is a ghost? Ghosts kill people, and people also kill; ghosts eat people.
People even want to eat people. When nobles and gangsters exploit the common people, they will eat them until their bones are left.
Gordon clenched the flesh tightly, and blood seeped out from between his fingers, warm and gorgeous.
"Creak, creak -" The sound of the door shaft turning was extremely harsh. Gordon suddenly turned around, slid back, and a door slowly opened in front of him.
A group of figures stood behind the high threshold, hazy and illusory. The blood of the horse thief was meandering past, and disappeared without a trace as soon as it touched the threshold.
At first, Gordon couldn't see clearly what the other party looked like. But as the horse thief's blood flowed more and more, the illusory figure became clearer and clearer, as if emerging from the mist bit by bit.
Long black hair fell from its front, covering its cheeks, with only two curved fangs sticking out. It was tall, as thin as a bamboo pole, wrapped in a wrinkled felt, and stood barefoot.
It has gray-black webs attached to its pointed toes.
This is an evil spirit that appears in rock paintings!
Gordon's Fire Rainbow Dagger turned sideways slightly, extending its power silently. Since his long hair covered his face, Gordon couldn't see the evil ghost's facial features, but he could feel it looking at him.
"Sell-no-sell?" After a moment of silence, the evil ghost spoke first. It spoke human language, but its accent was extremely weird, as if it mixed various regional dialects together. Maybe it hadn't spoken for a long time.
My tongue is a little stiff and my voice is intermittent.
Gordon felt relieved and moved the dagger back a little. Since evil spirits can build houses in alleys and record rock paintings, they should be an intelligent race. This means that the two sides may be able to communicate and compromise, and there is no need to fight.
Life and death.
"Is this - for sale?" the evil ghost pointed at the horse thief on the ground and repeated.
Gordon was slightly startled, then immediately grabbed the horse thief and said calmly: "Sell, of course. But my price is very expensive, can you afford it?"
"Life is precious." The evil ghost nodded, turned and walked into the house, "Please come in."
Gordon hesitated for a moment and followed him. The horse thief struggled and kicked his feet wildly. Gordon cut him on the back of the neck with his palm, causing the horse thief to pass out.
"Be careful - if you die - I won't buy it." The evil ghost turned its head and looked at the horse thief. From its rising and falling voice, Gordon could hear the desire.
The "crunching" stone door closed behind Gordon. The room was gray and exuded the smell of stale dust. It was empty everywhere. Gordon didn't see any furniture. Only the stone wall facing inward was inlaid with densely packed drawers.
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"What do you want?" the evil spirit asked.
"What do you have?" Gordon asked back. Food, water, a way out of the ghost town...he wanted them all.
"I have everything you want." The evil ghost laughed softly, and its ghostly laughter echoed over and over again in the closed room. It walked slowly to the stone wall, opened one of the drawers, and brightly
The brilliance shot out, gold, silver and jewels dazzled Gordon's eyes.
The evil ghost picked up a gorgeous crown: golden osmanthus leaves surrounded the arch, inlaid with amber, emerald, agate, cat's eye. The vault plated with star sand was exquisitely carved, holding up a flaming diamond the size of a fist.
The most amazing thing is that the red light rises in the flame diamond and changes into all kinds of strange sights and phenomena.
"This is the crown of the ancient emperor..." the evil ghost introduced.
Gordon flatly refused: "I don't need these."
The evil spirit opened another drawer, which was filled with ancient and mottled books: some were made of animal skins, some were woven from silk, some were made of gold pages, and some were made of cracked stone slabs... There were many words written on them.
Ancient texts in different forms. "Wind Clan - Escape Technique, Titan - Golden Book of Body Refining, Tianyu Clan - Secret Aperture Condensation Technique, Porcelain Kingdom Dragon Slaying Technique, Monk Source of Secret Energy, Psychic Technique
The Sutra of Visualizing the Hundred Changes, the Record of the Wandering Souls in the Inner World..." The evil ghost's voice gradually became smoother, "These are ancient secret cultivation methods, from different races. Many races have become extinct, and the secrets of the exercises are all unique copies.
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Gordon's throat was dry and his heartbeat couldn't help but quicken. These cultivation classics were considered priceless treasures. If any one of them was spread, it would cause an uproar. Kill the evil ghost and take the secret book for yourself? But how could the other party be unprepared? He was silent for a moment.
, said: "These are not enough, what else do you have?"
The evil ghost opened the drawers one after another, and inside they were all treasures and curios: an unparalleled sharp sword, a talking bronze mirror, an ancient alchemy capsule, a mask that could change freely... Even with Gordon's determination
He was very jealous, and his heart was hot, and he was tempted.