A black shadow walked among the early morning crowd. He was wearing a black robe with strange silver-gray patterns and carrying a black suitcase. He walked silently like a ghost.
No one around him was surprised by this. At most, they only cast curious or wary glances, but their steps and movements did not change at all.
From time to time, you can see tired-looking men coming out of nearby buildings, and occasionally you can see the shadows of goblins and lust demons passing by. Here, everyone seems to have put down their fighting nature as creatures, and...
This contradictory harmony makes the atmosphere here weird and suffocating.
This is Qingguo Avenue, one of the most orderly places in the City of Fortune and one of the core areas.
Complete chaos will only lead to its own destruction, and merely extracting wealth without a place to consume will only degenerate the exploiter's exploitation into a base instinct. In response to this need, Qingguo Avenue was born.
All fights are stopped here, and anyone who breaks the rules will surely die.
Of course, "here" only refers to the street.
A drunken man was walking staggeringly on the street. He accidentally bumped into the man in black robe and fell.
"Are you okay?"
The man in black robe stretched out his hand to gently support him who was about to fall. Under the black robe, a slightly hoarse magnetic voice came.
"Uh..." the man burped, "It's okay, thanks, brother."
"You are Welcome."
A gentle hoarse voice came from under the black robe. The man holding the suitcase shook slightly, and gray-black vines emerged from it like a snake, biting the passerby's neck.
"Cough...ha..." The man opened his mouth wide and was completely out of breath.
The place where the ash-textured vines came into contact with the skin made a sizzling sound, and a burning smell suddenly hit your nose.
Suddenly, cold gazes were pierced from all directions, and the figure in black robe was immediately locked by the rising aura.
"Excuse me, everyone." The man in black robe was not surprised at all. He bowed politely and bowed apologetically to the people around him.
The elegant temperament of a conductor in a concert hall formed a sharp contrast with the passerby beside him who was struggling like a wild dog but could not spit out even a syllable, which highlighted the black-robed magician.
Extraordinary bearing.
He carried the suitcase and walked towards a corner as if nothing had happened. The suitcase was slightly opened, and a vine that seemed to be made of ashes stretched out from the gap, tightly wrapping around the man behind him.
On the neck of the middle-aged man, the man could only follow the man in black robe like a dog.
Seeing this man in black robe politely pulling the people behind him into the alley, the eyes that were on him left one by one. In the end, there was only one extremely cold gaze that stared at him until he completely disappeared.
At the alley.
The middle-aged man, whose neck was tightly wrapped around the hot vines, almost cried.
The scorching vines exuded unbearable heat, and his neck seemed to have been pressed down by a soldering iron, with a circle of scorched marks already appearing. A little further away from where the vines were tied, there were large, dense blisters on the red surface.
There was a bulge on the skin.
The vocal cords were pressed down by vines using a special technique, making it impossible to speak. The trachea was almost cracked by the high temperature, making it itchy and painful.
Even if he is a little behind, his fragile neck will be torn directly by the flaming vines; but if he is too far forward, the vines bending in front of him will drag the vines around his neck forward due to the weight of the vines themselves.
Move forward.
He could only try his best to keep the same pace as the person in front of him, and follow him step by step, not daring to go over a step, let alone a step behind. As for the idea of fighting with the person in front of him, he did not even dare to think about it.
think.
As a priest of the Lord of Darkness, he entered the Bronze level five years ago. He has rich experience in assassination. He has successfully assassinated even people at the Silver level. But even those powerful men at the Silver level have never been like this one.
It gave him a tingling feeling of fear all over his body.
He now regrets extremely why he took on the task of finding and assassinating a Blighter——
Thinking about it, you know, how can a Bronze-level scum like me provoke the Blighted Ones who dare to enter the City of Wealth?
After the first assassination was discovered, the middle-aged assassin activated the magic of detecting humanoid creatures to detect the Blighter in front of him.
But what surprised him was that his magic seemed to fall into space and he saw nothing.
Next, he tried his best to activate the secret insight of the six-ring magic, but it was still like a mud cow entering the sea, without stirring up any waves.
Suddenly, the inexplicable fear turned into an electric current, climbing all the way up the back of his spine and biting the back of his head.
Yes...he had seen strong men who ignored secret insights.
Just like the Pope of the Lord of Darkness, as a being that is more powerful than a gold-level powerhouse, just relying on the spirit that is always connected to the Lord of Darkness is enough to make him ignore the detection magic below the sixth ring.
If the withered person in front of him is that level of powerhouse, then he will have no chance of survival no matter how hard he struggles.
Staring at the flawless back, the middle-aged man could only lower his head humbly, spread his hands, and tried his best to show that he had no malice.
That must be a flaw that was deliberately exposed. No, if you are a strong person of this level, I am afraid that there are no so-called vital points on your body.
He would take himself to the dark place because he must have something he wants to know. The priest of the Lord of Darkness is so sure.
In order to survive, the priest of the Lord of Darkness desperately thought of what he could sell.
In the teachings of the Lord of Darkness, there are also several articles that advocate "breaking contracts without punishment" and "selling what you can". It can be said that he did this kind of thing without any psychological shadow.
He is a father. He also has his own daughter to support.
You absolutely cannot die here——
He has made up his mind that even if this strong man wants to know the secret of the Lord of Darkness, he will tell the truth.
Under that terrible high temperature, the skin on his neck had already cracked. If he moved even slightly, his neck, which was tightly bound by the Ash Vine, would be broken directly.
In fact, if he hadn't been a bronze-level person with strong vitality, he would have fainted and lost consciousness half a minute ago.
Even now, hot air continued to pour into his lungs, his lungs were extremely hot, and the fluid in his lungs had begun to gradually dry up. He began to feel that his eyes were dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
Suddenly, the pressure on his neck relaxed - it took him three seconds to realize that he was not dead yet.
But then, the icy cold wind sprayed on the scorched black skin on his fragile neck, causing a severe pain that was more painful than burning, like being cut by ten thousand knives.
Even though his neck was no longer restrained, he felt that the severe lack of oxygen coming from his lungs had not been relieved much. His eyes were blurry and his whole body was dizzy due to the continuous lack of oxygen.
After thirty seconds of high-temperature restraint, even a formal assassin could easily kill him.
He wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse than he expected: "I can say it, I can say anything."
"Very good, you are very knowledgeable."
The tone of the Blighted One in black robes was more gentle than elegant. But after personally experiencing what this man could do, the assassins of the Lord of Darkness did not dare to underestimate him.
"First of all, I want to know, who sent you here?"
"The leader of the Green Fruit Lock."
He replied immediately.
"I heard that Green Fruit Lock received a batch of new goods yesterday? For example, a pair of mountain folk siblings?"
Yes.
He wanted to answer, but found that his vocal cords were almost unable to vibrate, so he could only nodded.
The expression of the man in black robe in front of him was shrouded in thick shadows, but the priest of the Lord of Darkness seemed to be able to feel that he was smiling.
"So, have you heard the rumors about the brain-eating demon?"
Brain-eating monster?
The priest of the Lord of Darkness tried his best to search in his mind, but he had no impression of it at all.
He could only shake his head. In order to avoid the misunderstanding of the withered person in front of him, he tried his best to explain in a voice that was almost silent: "No... I really didn't listen... I really..."
Broken words squeezed out from between his teeth. The more speechless he became, the more nervous he became, but the more nervous he became, the less able he was to speak.
Just when he was sweating nervously, a warm hand gently patted his right shoulder.
"Relax, kid," the snake-like husky voice sounded as touching as the prayer of a saint at this moment, "You are not wrong. You can go."
…Okay? Let’s go?
He could hardly believe it.
"What? You don't want to leave?"
No! I do! I do!
The pastor of the Lord of Darkness literally shed tears. He was so moved by the compassion of the person in front of him that it almost shook his ten-year-old faith.
Because his throat could barely make a sound, he could only kneel down and kowtow a few times to express his gratitude. Then, fearing that the Blighter would regret it, he crawled out of the alley.
When he finally left the alley, he glanced back unconsciously.
The figure in black robes was hidden in the deepest darkness, looking as ferocious and dangerous as an amorphous beast.
Just when he was trying to distinguish the dividing line between the black robe of the benevolent Blighter and the surrounding darkness, the pain of a blunt instrument came from the back of his head, and his vision suddenly went black.
The last impression I had was not the pain in my neck, but the warm left hand patting my right shoulder.
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