"Let's go, be quick with your hands and feet, and take everything away!"
In the slums of Xuansti Port, a short and fat slave trader was roaring. Surrounded by him were ragged but strong male slaves. Men in black armor were holding fire guns to drive away these coolies.
On the narrow and crowded slum roads, with the sound of "stuck" reloading, the poor reluctantly gave way to a road.
"Master, why are you in such a hurry? You will miss a lot of things." A confidant of Simbuta was puzzled and came up to ask.
"No matter how much money you have, you have to spend it with life." Simbuta looked into the distance, and a dark shadow shrouded the sky, dividing the sky.
The tail of the airship is the last afterglow, the dark clouds are dispersed by the propellers, and in front of it is Xuansiti, which has entered the night. Like the junction of two worlds, the golden afterglow once again falls on the earth.
"I didn't expect slave merchants to know that money must be spent with life..."
The clear voice sounded in Simbuta's ears, as sharp as the edge of an unsheathed sword.
Simbuta's feet suddenly became weak. His confidant's eyes were still wide open, but he had stopped breathing.
"Poof!" A stream of bright red blood spurted out from the neck of his henchman in a steady stream. As the poor people's screams came, Simbuta swallowed a mouthful of saliva in fear. The men in black armor and the coolies around him were almost there.
Fell down instantly.
All of them had their necks cut open with a sharp knife and their throats were cut to death on the spot.
The poor people retreated in fear, and the shops immediately closed their doors. In a blink of an eye, Simbuta was the only one left on the street of a slum.
"Devil... witch?"
A scream of horror came from the throat of the slave trader.
"Hey, it sounds really unpleasant, like a crow." The clear voice was a little playful, and the girl seemed to be in a good mood, she said leisurely.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything..."
Simbuta's legs shook and he collapsed on the ground. He held his head in fear. All around were the corpses of his men. In just one breath, the mercenaries he hired died instantly. He could only think of "
"Witch".
"Do you know me?"
The voice suddenly became closer, and a tall black shadow enveloped him. Simbuta raised his head tremblingly, and his long and slender legs first appeared in front of his eyes.
If it were normal, he might still be thinking dirty things in his mind, but now he only has fear.
Holding something in his white and slender fingers, Simbuta raised his head as if walking on thin ice. It was a badge, a symbol of spring water, surrounded by hexagons.
"Witch's Fountain..." His eyes lost focus and he muttered almost unconsciously. He actually encountered the "Witch's Fountain" who hates humans the most!
"We know you, then it will be easy..." The girl's voice suddenly turned cold, "Put away your dirty thoughts. If you dare to look at me again, I might not be able to help but dig out your eyes."
"Yinlan looks beautiful in short skirts." There was another cold voice. Simbuta lowered her head even lower. Two witches who had hardly appeared appeared at once!
"Hey, if you hadn't acted like a spoiled brat, I wouldn't have worn such a short skirt!"
"Hmm..." The other girl seemed a little shy and responded coyly.
Yinlan lowered his head and pressed his leather boot against Simbuta's chin, forcing him to raise his head.
"No more nonsense, where are the people?" Yinlan glanced at the slave merchant with contempt and disgust.
"The villain really doesn't know, really..."
"tear"
"This is the first finger." Yinlan's finger moved slightly and lightly scratched the slave merchant's hand, like the sharpest knife swiping across it. After a few seconds, Simbuta's index finger fell in response.
Simbuta still looked blankly as the soft fingers of the girl in front of him scratched his hand. But within a few seconds, heartbreaking pain came from his fingers. His index finger was broken into two parts, but the wound was so smooth.
, without a single flaw.
With the blood gushing out, Simbuta looked at his index finger with only half left, and almost fainted from the pain.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly." Yinlan said coldly, "After all, when you tortured us, you wouldn't let us die so quickly, right?"
"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you, ah..." Simbuta pressed her index finger tightly, feeling pain in her fingers, but Yinlan wouldn't let him pass out.
"Where is she?"
"Who... who..."
"Haha, I don't want to ask a second time." Yinlan looked at the slave merchant with disdain.
"Gone, bought by someone..."
"Yinlan, we have been looking for seven or eight days in Xuan Siti, and this..."
Yinlan suddenly frowned and turned around suddenly. There was a look that was staring behind her, but it was particularly obvious at that moment.
At first, Yinlan just thought it was some poor man with excessive curiosity, but now she was sure that she and the little girl beside her had been targeted.
I hope it's not someone from the Holy See. Yinlan's fingers gently touched the slave merchant's throat. The slave merchant wanted to say something more, but his hand struggled and finally dropped down.
"Yinlan, you are very anxious." The girl in the white cloak was about to pull down the cloak covering her head, but Yinlan grabbed her hand.
"Don't expose yourself, you damn girl."
"What's wrong, Yinlan?"
"We are being targeted. What's the name of that little girl?" Yinlan looked around vigilantly. At the moment just now, when she was distracted, she disappeared. The eyes that had been staring at her disappeared!
The opponent is obviously not an ordinary mercenary. Yinlan can be sure that the training the opponent has received can even be compared with her own!
"Ye, Yeluo? That should be the name..."
The girl in the white cloak pulled the hem of Yinlan's clothes and looked around.
"Someone is coming." She suddenly said, "Many people are coming from outside the slums. They are riding horses..."
"Cavalry?" Yin Lan frowned slightly. They were a group of troops that maintained local security, but she was aware of the abuse of power and political darkness among them.
"Sir, sir, it's them, they kill people at will in the slums, Master Simbuta was killed by them!"
A voice of the poor came. The poor people who were originally oppressed by the slave traders were now showing their hospitality to the cavalry one by one.
"They, how could they do this? It's obviously us..." The girl in the white cloak lost her mind and murmured with a hint of resentment.
"What about us? We killed the slave traders? We helped these untouchables? Stupid girl, this is the human heart..."
Yinlan sighed, she felt her past self in the girl in white robe.
"The first team comes forward with me, and the second team is ready with firecrackers to block the entrance to the slum!" shouted the cavalry captain at the front.
The girl in white robe was suddenly stunned. She turned her head unconsciously. The familiar voice made them recognize each other the moment their eyes met.
"elder brother……"
"Let's go!" Yinlan grabbed the girl in white robe, kicked her legs, turned her soft body, stepped on the stone pillar beside her, and in the blink of an eye she pulled away a large section of the cavalry team behind her.
"Buzz"
"Boss, the steam device exploded!" The girl in white robe could vaguely hear a cavalryman in the rear shouting to the leading man.
The wind blew loudly in her ears, and the girl in white robe held on to Yinlan's clothes tightly, her tears streaking across her face and dissipating in the wind.
After a long time, almost running out of the huge and complicated slum, Yin Lan stopped. She put down the girl in white robe and pinched her little face.
"Your family?"
"Well, my...brother..."
"It's great, Xiao Ling'er still has a brother."
The girl in white robe closed her eyes and opened them again, returning to her usual cold state.
"We have been trapped. Some people don't want Simbuta alive, because this is the only connection between Yeluo and us. And now we have to escape the pursuit of the cavalry, which will waste a lot of time. Damn it!"
Yin Lan bit her teeth and said bitterly.
At that moment she saw the tips of the long golden hair, who dared to plot against her!
Yeluo must be found as soon as possible. The Witch's Spring is the home of all witches. The tortured girl should return to a home where she can feel warmth!
Just like the moment when the girl named "Blue" held my hand on the seventy-eighth floor of the Prison of the Dead.
Yinlan clenched her fist. The sisters of Witch Spring should not suffer any more harm.
"Damn girl, it shouldn't be difficult for you to track Ye Luo's whereabouts, right?" Yin Lan touched the head of the girl in white robe beside her, who was not much shorter than herself.
"What about you Yinlan?"
"To attract your attention, I also want to go back to the Witch's Spring to tell my sisters that we may be being targeted." Yinlan said seriously.
The girl in white robe suddenly came forward and pecked Yinlan's beautiful face.