Griffith had just moved from Sand Town to the Upper Island when he had a strong sense of being positioned across the quadrant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Qingyu has the index finger that Griffith actively cut off in his body, and that feeling is actually the interconnectedness of his own flesh and blood, which points out the direction of revenge for Comrade Qingyu.

When it was almost seven o'clock, Hua Ye went out in a hurry, probably to go on a date with Miss Miss Mieszhen.

It stands to reason that at this sensitive time, the enemy may come to the door at any time, and Hua Ye really shouldn't go out to look for flowers and willows. But Hua Ye represents a certain side of Griffith, in this side, there is absolutely no so-called taking care of the overall situation, looking ahead and looking ahead, it is a master who feels the body with and talks about it first.

Griffith knew this very well, and when Hua Ye left, he didn't mean to stop him at all. And the latter went out step by step, humming a minor tune, and Shi Shiran left.

The big demon sighed deeply, and he finally realized that a certain aspect of his personality was indeed a jerk to the point of causing a headache. But fortunately, the temple Naqibo does not exist in the main position world, nor does it exist in the plane and quadrant where Kira lives, and Griffith's body stays in the temple Naqibo, hoping to confuse Qingyu's hearing and hearing to a certain extent, and delay her arrival as much as possible.

For Kira's side, Griffith had time to call and say that he was fine, but he needed to go back after a while, and his tone and words pretended to be attracted by the good things outside, believing that with Kira's IQ, he would not see through it.

Of course, there is no such high-tech phone in Kira's house, and Griffith called Miss Liang Qiu's house and asked her to help call Kira and Jiqing to answer it.

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Although Qing Yu wants to take revenge, the temple is going to open the door to do business after all.

When the frost fell on Queen's Lake, and the lake was covered with thin ice crystals, Griffith came back from a walk, just in time to catch Hua Ye wearing a flower plaid shirt, slightly revealing his white and tender chest, yawning with half-closed eyes, and talking casually with an old woman who looked bad.

"My name is Fenna and I live at 534 Burlington Street, Queenstown, my daughter is sick and needs a lot of money......"

The white cat of the temple was slightly on tiptoe, and the fleshy paws gently stepped on the solid wood floor of the primary color of the corridor, quietly going to bask in the sun.

The man of the temple was half-lying down, his eyes lacked brilliance, he looked down obliquely with one eye, and then found the kitten who was going out cautiously, so he reached out and pulled it into his arms.

The white cat let out an astonishing scream, and the man who opened the door for business had a bad attitude, and he did not hide it, he yawned widely, his eyes were drowsy, and he almost shed tears of sleepiness.

A sick woman, a mother who is running around to raise medical expenses, this old-fashioned bloody plot.

The social welfare of people in Queenstown is actually quite good, with most areas covered by medical insurance and the like, and the reimbursement rate is quite good.

The woman in front of her clearly did not belong to this category of people, or had been, but was excluded for some reason.

"Medical expenses...... Let's leave it at that, if you want money, I can give it to you now.

But what I want to know is whether you really need money, or if you really have a daughter who is sick. ”

The half-lying shopkeeper held a bright silver ball of light in his palm, and countless silver lights radiated from the ball of light, leading to the four poles of the universe. The male owner of the temple picked up a shallow line as if he was picking up a real thing, and he twisted it along the line, his eyes squinting slightly into the distance.

The old mother's eyes were gloomy, and her expression was cold and messy.

The white cat lying in the arms of the shopkeeper exploded, and screamed at the woman, and the man patted the white cat's head with a faint smile, and the latter was full of enjoyment in the warm owner's arms.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I didn't say I wouldn't take your business.

As for you, you do have a daughter, who should be older than you think. Let me see, well, your daughter is not sick now, but her life is a little harder......

Otherwise, I'll give her some money and give her a chance to be glorious for a lifetime, how about you sign this piece of paper? ”

Hua Ye was holding a small silver scroll, one hand supporting his head and lying down, one leg stretched out, one bent to support the ground, and the other hand that was free was stretching forward, about to hand the scroll over.

The woman didn't think much about it, she was about to sign her name after taking the scroll, Hua Ye knocked on the table, and finally her conscience found and reminded:

"You'd better figure it out, once this thing is signed...... It's troublesome. ”

The old woman didn't think much of Hua Ye's words, she lowered her head and signed her name persistently, which made Hua Ye suddenly stand in awe.

A quarter of an hour later, Griffith sat opposite Hua Ye.

The two were silent for a while, and then Griffith put down the teacup and finally said:

"It's a dead soul, under Victor's domain."

The flower master on the other side of the table sighed and thought deeply:

"yes."

Then the conversation between the big demons ended simply without a beginning or an end.

As Griffith said, the woman who signed her name on the assignment was already dead. Probably at the time of her death, the little woman was critically ill, and this supported her to wander in this world, but she still didn't know it.

In fact, the woman did not have many memories after her death, and she was desperately looking for someone who could help her daughter out of danger, or even the woman herself, unaware that she had been dead for a long time, and her body was decomposing.

The woman's spirit body is crystal clear, and what supports her existence is something more complex than hatred, these are the small things that many great demons in the Gulen era like to collect, and unfortunately, among these great demons, it happens to include the causal beast - Griffith.

That's right, the content of the contract that Hua Ye asked the woman to sign just now is to sell her soul, and the woman signed the contract, and it is the personal belongings of the big demon from then on. This form of contract is more popular among some evil races, and the Great Demon Griffith is neutral in nature, but biased towards chaos, and sometimes the decisions he makes are unbelievable.

And Victor is a famous soul servant in the Gulen era, his existence trajectory is strange and unique, in the early years he was a one-eyed demon, and later took the initiative to abandon the name of the body and the big demon, and became a strange thing closer to the void soul.

After the final battle, the laws of the universe have changed, and to this day, the demons parasitic on the law have suffered heavy casualties, but Griffith believes that with Victor's life form, he must be the least affected by the final battle, and with Victor's methods, it is very likely that he has not fallen.

The trouble is that the quadrant where the world is located today happens to be Victor's hunting range. Griffith and Hua Ye signed a contract with the Dead Souls, which is undoubtedly equivalent to taking food from the tiger's mouth, and there is a price to be paid for being discovered.

The name of the soul acolyte may be rarely heard of, but Victor's other name is indeed familiar to many people......

Soul ferryman.

In myths and legends, this creature is used to ferry souls in the underworld to the other side, and it is a small person who likes to accept money and bribes.

In fact, Victor does have a battered boat, and he also ferries it with poles, but the end is not on the other side of the underworld.

No one knows where he ferried the dead souls to.

If you are beaten, you have to stand upright, and if you promise someone else's things, you have to do it, and the big demon credit is still quite reliable when there is a contract to maintain.

"The Victor I know is not a generous man."

Griffith sighed, Victor is not a foolish guy, unless this guy is dead or has not noticed the abnormal disappearance of this special spirit, with his understanding of the ferryman, even if the other party only has one breath left, he will not allow the beloved soul to disappear from front of his eyes.

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In the dark and dim afternoon, the time was just after afternoon tea, and the shadows of the trees filled the room through the windows.

Tok Pheren sat in a room that was not clean and rich, thinking about things, he was a third-rate gangster in Queenstown, doing some small business to support his family on weekdays, but because his personality was not down-to-earth, he was 'related' to a local underworld called 'Wild Wolf', and there were some unsavory things, for the sake of favor and a certain aspect of his identity, he occasionally did not shy away from it.

Today, Traucer's barbershop was as closed as ever, and he went out with a three-pointed dagger from a drawer in a leather coat, and today, he was going to do something shady with the wolf.

Teucer's target this time is a girl named Fencil Nagy, who has just turned 20 from the data, and looks refreshing, thin and delicate, but unfortunately owes some money to the wolf.

It's not a good habit to owe money, especially for a black organization like a wild wolf that is mercenary and unscrupulous, it's like death.

Thinking so, Teucer gradually walked into a dark street, and the afternoon sun shone down from the first-line building to the window edge of the second-floor residents, and then it could not be shot again.

Teucer, who considers himself a member of the Wolf Order, actually knows how this works when it comes to how the wolf lends money. The loan shark thing is nothing more than tricking people into borrowing, and then letting people repay it with interest on the back of the money, and the loan conditions are relaxed, but the interest rate is indeed much higher than the banks and the like standing on the street.

Because of the more and more civilized and rigorous relationship between the legal system in Queenstown, the wild wolf now rarely does things to force people to borrow, most of the time this business seems to be relatively 'reasonable', but the thing that forces people to die happens occasionally.