"Sir, I will die for you. ”

Macaulay was half-kneeling in the carriage, his head bowed, and his tone was extremely firm, as if that was what he had always wanted.

If one could look closer, they would see that Macaulay's body was trembling slightly, not because he was lying, but because he had not yet recovered from his excitement.

He was a clever little beggar, and he had heard some strange legends from the mouths of some old tramps, and as a member of the Federation, he had naturally heard the story of the "Twelve Saints", but he had always thought that a story was a story.

Until now, he drank the bottle of water-like potion.

It was difficult for him to describe how he felt at that moment, he only knew that if it wasn't for Mr. holding him down at the critical moment, he should not have controlled it at this time, and he rushed out of the carriage directly, swimming in the air like a breeze.

Of course, this was his delusion, and the Swift Elixir could not allow him to wander the Void.

But what can be confirmed is that his crippled foot can no longer affect his speed, and once he moves, what he can burst out is equivalent to the speed of a monster.

"Get up, you are only working for me, not my slave. ”

Tang Qi looked at Macaulay, who had completely entered the role, and said lightly.

Instead of continuing to instill the mantra of "be loyal to me", it is emphasized to work for me, which is to avoid the opposite of the extreme.

What's more, Tang Qi really only needs a loyal subordinate, not a dead man.

He could see Macaulay's excitement at this point, which was understandable.

A teenager who has been disabled for a long time may not care about his mobility on the surface, nor does he feel inferior, but it is impossible not to mind.

And that bottle of "Swift Secret Medicine" allowed it to make up for this shortcoming.

Macaulay is now only superficially disabled, and his speed is not like a ghost, but at least he can compete with animals like cheetahs.

Of course, it's just speed, and there is no extraordinary combat power, at least not for the time being.

"You'll need some time to get used to, and you'll have to hide during this time, and a few of your men will disappear for a while, and you won't need to expand anymore, but settle down completely until my next mission comes, understand?"

"Yes!"

Macaulay agreed to Donkey's order without any hesitation.

Before Macaulay got out of the car, Tang Qi seemed to think of something again, his eyes flashed slightly, and then added: "After adaptation, it's best to learn some knowledge, and some fighting skills, you should have a little self-preservation." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

......

Saying goodbye to Macaulay, Donkey instructed the coachman to turn around the Thorn campus.

He has no hunting plans tonight, and he doesn't plan to go anywhere else, except for the old thing Samra, the members of the family have all been wiped out by him, and Samra has also arranged a "gift" to wait, and the last loophole has just been closed.

In this way, Tang Qi finally entered a rest period.

At least, there is nothing urgent to accomplish for the time being.

"I can finally have a peaceful night, maybe I can indulge once tonight, stop practicing meditation, prepare a magical meal for myself, and then sleep beautifully?"

Tang Qi listened to the sound of kicking and tapping in his ears, and laughed silently.

There is a high probability that he is just talking, and the first thing he will do when he returns to Xiaolou is probably meditation and cultivation.

But until then, it didn't stop Tang Qi from enjoying the various street scenes of Mercer City first.

It was now completely nightfall, and the sound of the carriage moving echoed.

Tang Qi rented a more expensive carriage, tall and spacious, perfect for exploring the streetscape, and usually those middle-class or working-class people who came out to play occasionally rode in this carriage, but usually chose to carpool.

Although the city of Mercer is not well-known throughout the Federation, there are occasional news stories, most of which are related to the words "cancer city", serial murders, and extremely high crime rates.

However, in the state of Miss, as well as in the nearby cities and counties, the reputation of Mercer City is not bad.

At least many visitors know that Mercer's Midtown is a shopping paradise and a city that never sleeps, and the perfect place to visit at night.

Tang Qi also joined in the excitement, and like many tourists, watching from the horse-drawn carriage, the neon flashes, the various eye-opening shops, and in the more lively evening, you can see all kinds of people and tourists from all over the world in this well-connected area.

Even, tourists from outside the Federation.

Until the carriage unknowingly, the "tap tap" stepped into a neon and dark junction line.

"Guest, we're in the Bronque, but don't worry, it's just a little bit of a journey, and you can get through it quickly, and there will be no accidents. ”

The coachman was a big white man with a full beard, and had the air of an old cowboy, but his face was full of nervousness, and he looked from time to time at a hidden pocket in front of him, which contained a pistol, which had been loaded and only needed to pull the trigger.

Tang Qi could still feel the coachman's nervousness through a thick wooden plank, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If there is really a tumor in Mercer City, it can only be Bronk District." ”

"According to the implicit rules of weird births, if I open the mark of doom in the Bronk District, isn't it ......?"

"Forget it, with my current strength, although I don't have to worry about changing from a hunter to a prey, I have to harvest calmly like the previous two times, I'm afraid it's difficult. ”

As soon as his thoughts diverged to a dangerous place, he was immediately pressed down by Tang Qi.

Using the mark of doom as bait, setting traps, trapping and killing all kinds of weird or demonic monsters, so as to harvest resentful spirits as fuel, this is already a routine for Tang Qi to enhance his strength.

And from the practical effect, it is very good.

The first time in Newton, it was a little jerky and almost capsized.

However, the next two times, George Way Village and Golden Valley, were very perfect traps, and the harvest also made Tang Qi extremely satisfied.

But this was far from making Tang Qi complacent, and after several hunts, Tang Qi also found out.

The more humans gather, the more weird and powerful they become.

In the wilderness, although it can also attract some weirdness, the number cannot be compared to that of human settlements.

And after a hunt, there will be a vacuum in that area for a while.

But in human cities, I'm afraid that such a scene will not occur.

If Donkey opens the Mark of Doom in the Bronk District, choosing the same one-minute time limit, Donkey wonders if he will be overwhelmed by the surging weirdness.

"George Way is a trap now, and the Golden Valley is my temporary storage room, and I may be able to try it on my next hunt......"

"Huh?"

While Tang Qi was mentally calculating the next hunt, he looked at the unique streetscape of the Bronk district in the dim light.

At this moment, through a long alley, separated by at least a few streets, several figures seemed to be real ghosts, flashing in Tang Qi's eyes, and what made him look surprised was when those figures flashed.

Under Tang Qi's eyes, a little ghostly light swept by.

ps: Thank you for the 100-point reward from the book friend 20170905122108252, the 500-point reward from Pfister, the master of machines and contracts, and one more.