Blood of Mercury

A black shadow walked among the crowd in the early morning. He was wearing a black robe with strange silver-gray patterns and carrying a black suitcase, walking silently like a ghost.

No one around was surprised by this, at most they just cast curious or vigilant eyes, but the footsteps and movements did not change at all.

From time to time, we can see tired-looking men coming out of nearby buildings, and occasionally we can see the shadows of goblins and demons passing by. Here, everyone seems to have let go of the combativeness of being creatures, and a paradoxical harmony makes the atmosphere here eerie 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 can only lead to its own destruction, and the mere extraction of wealth without a place to consume it only degenerates the exploitation of the exploiters into a poor instinct. In response to this demand, Qingguo Avenue was born.

All fighting is cut off here, and anyone who breaks the rules will surely die.

Of course, "here" only refers to the street.

A drunk and drunk man was walking staggeringly on the street when he accidentally bumped into the man in black robe and fell.

"Are you all right?"

The man in the black robe reached out and gently supported him, who was about to fall. Under the black robe, a slightly hoarse magnetic voice came.

"Uh..." The man hiccupped, "It's alright, thanks, brother."

"You are Welcome."

A gentle hoarse voice came from under the black robe, and the man carrying the suitcase shook slightly, and the gray-black vines came out like snakes, biting the neck of the passerby man.

"Cough...ha..." The man opened his mouth wide and was completely out of breath.

The place where the ash textured vines touched the skin made a sizzling sound, and a burnt stench suddenly hit the nostrils.

Immediately, icy gazes pierced from all directions, and the figure in the black robe was instantly locked to death by the rising momentum.

"Excuse me, everyone." The man in the black robe was not surprised at all, bowed slightly politely, and bowed apologetically to the people around him.

The elegant temperament like a conductor in a concert hall is in stark contrast to the man beside him who is struggling like a wild dog to be slaughtered but can't spit out even a single syllable, which highlights the black-robed caster. Extraordinary temperament.

He walked to a corner with a suitcase as if nothing had happened, as if he was leading a dog. The suitcase opened slightly, and a vine that seemed to be made of ashes protruded from the crack and wrapped tightly around the neck of the middle-aged man behind him, and the man could only follow the black-robed man like a dog. Men walk together.

Seeing that the man in black robe was very polite and pulled the people behind him to the alley, the eyes that stayed on him left one by one, and finally only a cold stare was watching him until he disappeared completely. at the alley.

The middle-aged man whose neck was tightly wrapped by the hot vines was about to cry.

The scorching vines exuded unbearable high temperature, and his neck seemed to be pressed by a soldering iron, and a circle of charred marks had already appeared. A little further from where the vines tied, large, dense blisters puffed out on the reddish skin.

The vocal cords were pressed down by the vines with a special technique, so she couldn't speak at all; the trachea was almost cracked by the high temperature, itching and painful.

Even if he is a little behind, the fragile neck will be directly torn off by the flaming vines; but if it is too far forward, the vines bent in front of him will drag the vines around his neck towards him due to the weight of the vines. move forward.

He could only try his best to keep the same pace as the person in front of him, follow behind him step by step, not daring to go one step further and even one step behind. As for the idea of ​​fighting with the person in front of him, he didn't even dare to think about it.

As the priest of the Lord of Darkness, he entered the Bronze rank five years ago with rich assassination experience, and he has successfully assassinated even the Silver rank people. But even those silver-level powerhouses never gave him a tingling fear like the guy in front of him.

He now deeply regrets why he took on the task of finding and assassinating a blighter in the first place—

If you think about it, you can see that the blighters who dare to enter the city of wealth are the ones who can provoke the scum of the bronze level like yourself?

After the first assassination was detected, the middle-aged assassin launched the divine art of detecting humanoids to detect the blighter in front of him.

But what surprised him was that his magic was like falling into the air, and he didn't see anything.

Next, he tried his best to launch a secret insight into the six-ring magic, but it was still like a mud cow entering the sea, and no waves were stirred up.

Immediately, the inexplicable fear turned into electric current, climbing all the way up from the back of the spine, biting on the back of the head.

That's right... He has seen strong people who ignore hidden insights.

Just like the Pope of the Lord of Darkness, as an existence stronger than the golden rank powerhouse, just relying on the spirit of being connected to the Lord of Darkness all the time is enough to make him ignore the magic detection techniques below the sixth ring.

If the withered person in front of him is a strong person of that level, then no matter how hard he struggles, he will not have any vitality.

Staring at the flawed back, the middle-aged man could only bow his head humbly, spread his hands, and tried his best to show that he had no malice.

That must have been a deliberate flaw. No, if it is a powerhouse of this level, I am afraid that there is no so-called vital point in the body.

He will take himself to the dark place, it must be because there is something he wants to know. The priest of the Lord of Darkness is so sure.

In order to keep himself alive, the priest of the Lord of Darkness desperately thought about what he had to sell.

In the teachings of the Lord of Darkness, there are also several articles that advocate "breaking the contract without punishment" and "selling what can be sold". It can be said that he did such a thing without any psychological shadow.

He is a father. He also has his own daughter to support.

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 it all.

Under the terrifying high temperature, the skin on his neck had already cracked. As long as his movements are a little bigger, his neck, which is tightly bound by the Ash Vine, will be directly broken.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he was a Bronze Rank, with strong vitality, he would have fainted and lost consciousness half a minute ago.

Even now, the hot air is constantly pouring into the lungs, the lungs are extremely hot, the fluid in the lungs has begun to gradually dry, and he begins to feel that his eyes are blurred due to the lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, the pressure on his neck loosened—it took him three full seconds to realize that he was not dead yet.

But then, the icy cold wind sprayed on the charred blackness on his fragile neck, bringing about severe pain that was more painful than roasting, like being cut by ten thousand knives.

Even if his neck was no longer bound, he felt that the severe lack of oxygen in his lungs did not alleviate much. Due to the persistent hypoxia, his eyes froze and his whole body fluttered.

After 30 seconds of high temperature restraint, even a full-scale assassin can easily kill him.

He wanted to speak, but his voice was more hoarse than he thought: "I will say it, I will say anything."

"Very good, you are very knowledgeable."

The tone of the blighter in black robe was more gentle than elegant. But after experiencing what this person can do, the assassins of the Lord of Darkness did not dare to underestimate him.

"I want to know first, who sent you here?"

"The leader of the Green Fruit Chain."

he answered immediately.

"I heard that the locks of green fruit came in a batch of new goods yesterday? Like a pair of mountaineer brothers and sisters?"

Yes.

He wanted to answer, but found that his vocal cords could barely vibrate, so he could only nod his head.

The expression of the man in black robe in front of him was shrouded in thick shadows, but the priest of the Lord of Shadows seemed to be able to sense that he was smiling.

"So, have you heard the rumors about the Brain Eater?"

Brain eater?

The priest of the Lord of Darkness tried his best to search for ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in his mind, but he had no impression of it at all.

He had to shake his head. In order to avoid misunderstanding by the blighted person in front of him, he tried his best to explain in a voice that was barely audible: "No... I really didn't listen... Really..."

The broken words were squeezed out of the teeth. The more he couldn't speak, the more nervous he became, but the more nervous he became, the more he couldn't speak.

Just when he was sweating nervously, a warm hand lightly patted his right shoulder.

"Relax, child," the snake-like hoarse voice sounded as moving as a saint's prayer at the moment, "you are not wrong. You can go."

……Can? gone?

He could hardly believe it.

"What? Don't want to go?"

Do not! I do! willing!

Tears of the priest of the Lord of Darkness really flowed down. He was moved by the compassion of the person in front of him, almost shaking his belief for more than ten years.

Because his throat could barely make a sound, he could only kneel down and kowtowed a few times to express his gratitude. Then, lest those withered would regret it, he rolled and crawled out of the alley.

When he finally left the alley, he unconsciously looked back.

The figure in the black robe was hidden in the deepest darkness, as ferocious and dangerous as a shapeless beast.

Just as he was trying his best to distinguish the boundary between the merciful withered man's black robe and the surrounding darkness, the pain of a blunt strike came from the back of his head, and his eyes suddenly went black.

The last impression was not the pain in the neck, but the warm left hand patted on the right shoulder.

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