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Chapter 132 Attack
Jackal has been a bit depressed recently.

In his early years, he could barely be considered a businessman, and he became a department manager of a moderate size. There were more than a dozen people under him who counted on him to support him.

But he knew that he was just a more advanced wage earner.

Working hard for his mysterious, rarely seen boss.

The boss should be very young, even if he used the cultured human skin mask to change his appearance and the cell expander to change his body shape, but based on his experience all the way, he vaguely judged that the method was superb, and the extremely mysterious boss' real age was no more than 30 years old.

It is a veritable pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, playing the world of mortals.

The goods that passed through his hands were not lacking in rarities that made him extremely jealous.

So, he swallowed a batch of the boss's goods.

A batch of 'Valley of Undead Monuments' that was smuggled from a special civilization.

Jackal Mane was completely hidden in the darkness deep in the alley, holding one of the few ancient tea cigars he had in his mouth.

Ancient tea cigars have always been a luxury accessory for the upper class and those with advanced cultivation to show off their status. Each piece often costs [-] Ziwei coins. It requires a lot of attention to detail. It needs to be savored and enjoyed slowly, even taking the time to smoke a cigar. Arrangement is a science.

Unfortunately, Jackal Mane's facial muscles were trembling a little. He regarded this ancient tea cigar as a lowly poppy tail cigarette. The sparks quickly burned towards the cigarette butt. The smoke was lingering and the fragrance was thick and disgusting.

Jackal looked at the exit of the alley, and after passing through the cramped and messy street, the delicate and clean two-story western-style building, his face flickered, sometimes hesitating, sometimes vicious.

And in his hand, hung a black pendant locked with a long chain. The pendant was in the shape of a shield, with a strange scroll pattern on the back, forming a picture of the Black Sun Stone Forest.

The style is gloomy and weird, with a strong exotic flavor, which is not owned by the civilization of the empire.

On the front of the pendant, in the center of the floral decoration, there is a clear face, which is extremely immature.

The mouth of the face opened and closed, like a baby waiting to be fed, but when the face opened its mouth, it could be seen that there was a three-dimensional inscription in the mouth of the face.

"Rotten."

The jackal looked down at the three-dimensional inscription, and suddenly held the pendant tightly, his knuckles turning white. The sharp protrusions on the edge of the pendant penetrated directly into his flesh, and bright red blood flowed from between his fingers.

But he didn't notice it at all, and his expression was very ferocious, recalling that after embezzling the goods, he was chased and killed by the people sent by the boss.

The tragic death of his wife and children, the sudden death of his parents, and even a child who played with his crotch until he was too big, was implicated and was cut into pieces to death!

If the boss hadn't been temporarily delayed by urgent matters and had withdrawn some of his staff, he would have been gone in this world long ago.

So, he chose revenge.

72 pieces of black pendants make up the Valley of the Undead, and each pendant seals an undead, and each undead represents a three-dimensional inscription.

Unable to find the boss's men, he set up a valley of undead monuments in the town where the boss's men passed by, and released 72 undead.

Curse, abandon, poison, mess, fall, rot...

72 kinds of vicious effects acted on this small town of 3000 people, and overnight, this peaceful and peaceful town was turned into a ghost, and no one survived.

The dead, like the living, still wander in the places they used to haunt during their lifetime, never stopping, endless reincarnation.

Jackal smiled, he was very proud of this matter so far, the town was also sealed off by the army, and the geographical location was erased from the map.

It has become a holy place for ghost lovers and explorers.

The price of this matter is that he was chased to death by the military, and his two-dimensional peak strength also fell to a high-level one-dimensional. Even most of the inscriptions in the Valley of the Undead Tablets were purified, leaving only a few A fairly complete pendant.

Of course, even his former boss, Grimace, didn't know about this matter.

"Ghostface? You're just looking for death, but you actually got me involved! If you strike first, you'll gain the advantage, and if you strike later, you'll suffer disaster. You two grandsons don't dare to make a move, so I'll do it! Even if I die, I'm not someone to be bullied!"

Jackal Mane looked at the small foreign-style building, and Sikong's calm smile appeared in his mind, and he became determined.

Leaning against the eaves, the jackal walked in the darkness, quickly darted towards the small western-style building, and appeared outside the wall of the small western-style building.

From the beginning to the end, there was no sound at all, and the background of Zeng Xiu to the peak of the two-dimensional peak can be seen at a glance.

Jackal spread his hands, and the undead on the pendant suddenly smiled happily, and the inscription in his mouth floated out.

The inscription is like a ray of air, passing through the transparent barrier without any obscurity, and the security system ignores it.

Seeing this, the jackal was ecstatic.

Although this undead inscription can only be used in a limited space, once it takes effect, no one can escape the effect of the inscription's blessing!
Even in that small town of a thousand people, a college student with three-dimensional strength who was a volunteer teacher had no power to struggle. He could only hold his students and become a living dead in tears.

Rotten means that the body is rotten, with no vitality, and it will be melted by the wind.

It is the most vicious curse!
"Sikong? You are sure to die!"

Jackal rubbed his hands excitedly, looking at the small mansion that had been silent for a long time, not even screaming, he laughed so hard that his mouth would crack his ears.

"Oh? Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a calm voice came from behind him, making his body freeze.

Jackal turned around frame by frame, like fragments, and saw a somewhat familiar figure appearing behind him at some point.

With a slightly thin body and a bald head, he could clearly see Sikong's half-smiling face through the dim artificial light.

"How, how could..." Jackal was in disbelief.

Sikong spoke warmly, with spring-like enthusiasm, and said with a smile: "Oh, are you talking about this word? Well, the wording is not bad, but... the evil spirit has faded a bit!"

After saying this, Jackal Mane's eyes flickered, and he saw in horror Sikong's corpse-like left arm, which was extremely terrifying.

But at this moment, a three-dimensional inscription was firmly attached to his arm. There was a golden color in the depths of his arm, scattered faintly, and the evil spirit was so strong that even his Valley of the Undead Tablet was far out of reach.

At this moment, the inscription representing 'corruption' screamed in surrender under this evil atmosphere.

"what--"

Like the night owl weeping intermittently, the sound of cooing echoed faintly in the East Ninth District.

………………

'Bang bang bang! '

The hasty knock on the door and the piercing blows in the East Ninth District woke up many Xing Bandits who were still sleeping early in the morning.

"His grandma's, going to the funeral, this is, knock knock knock!"

"Go! Go and see what's going on, don't want people to be peaceful early in the morning!"

"No, this direction seems to be the lair of Chuan Hai!"

Many people got up quickly and put on their clothes in a hurry, and then they saw a group of people gathered outside a dilapidated stone-tiled house.

'Crack! '

Seeing that there was no answer for a long time, the person who knocked on the door broke in, and saw that the house with four walls was empty, and looking at the traces of life, I am afraid that the owner of the house will not be at home for a day or two.

"Brother Heihu, there is no one."

After the door knocker scanned the room, he walked up to an exceptionally tall man in the crowd outside, shook his head and said.

This person has a fleshy face, his palm is almost the size of a futon, and is covered with thick calluses. He is one of the only three second-level maintenance workers in the East Ninth District.

When Heihu heard this, his expression immediately sank, and he asked the person beside him sullenly, "Dan Qingzi, what do you think?"

Dan Qingzi held the vermilion lion's head in his hand, and looked like a jade-faced scholar. Even though many people have disappeared in recent days, he still smiled, as if he didn't care.

"The jackal, the red devil, and Chuanhai, these three people disappeared one after another, huh, I seem to remember that these three are ghost-faced ponyboys, right? I have worshiped a good boss..."

Dan Qingzi still said with a smile, but when the others heard what he said, they immediately understood something, and looked coldly at an exquisite small western-style building on the other side of the street.

'Kang kuang kuang...'

The vermilion lion head that Dan Qingzi was playing with suddenly stopped, and the rubbing sound was faintly mellow.

"Let's go, three of them are missing, should we ask our Boss Sikong?" Dan Qingzi walked towards the small western building slowly, holding the lion's head and hands behind his back.

"So what, will the ten daggers go?" Suddenly, he turned around and asked.

Shi Dagger's face was calm, making it difficult to tell the difference. At this moment, he nodded and said: "Well, let's go and take a look..."

After the words fell, the remaining people in the entire East Ninth District rushed towards the exquisite small western-style building.

In the momentum of the same hatred and hatred, there is a faint sense of attacking the palace!

(End of this chapter)