The dagger stabbed for the seventh time, and the horse thief appeared briefly sober. It was as if he had just seen Gordon's appearance, and the tight muscles in his jaw relaxed, and he gasped for air.

"Tell me, what did you encounter? Where are they in a gust of wind? Gordon asked.

The horse thief shook his head and crashed into Gordon. With a push of his left palm, the thief's head slammed into the ground. The thief tried to turn and fight back, but Gordon was on his knees, and the thief's arched back was pressed down again, and the dagger stabbed into the shoulder socket again. Blood dripped from the wounds, pooling in a mess and flowing along the cracks in the rocks on the ground.

"Who are you?" The horse thief twitched and screamed.

"Relax, I'm just like you, just a human who strayed into a ghost town. We have no enmity, and there is no need to kill each other. Gordon said in a soft tone, "I know, you're scared, and I'm scared." We can exchange information about ghost towns with each other and help each other escape. The strength of one person is not as good as the strength of two people working together, right? ”

The horse thief turned his head with all his might, and laughed miserably: "Are you a fool to be Lao Tzu?" I can't figure out who you are, but you're going to let me live? I don't know anything, you kill me, I've lived enough in this life! This place is full of evil ghosts, and you can't escape either, so you have to bury Lao Tzu! ”

"You won't die so easily." Gordon was silent for a while, and the fiery rainbow dagger pressed against the horse thief's neck, gently scraping downward, and the blood mark slowly seeped out.

"Have you ever skinned a man? First, a small incision is made at the root behind the ear, and then it is cut down the spine. Your skin will roll up little by little, revealing bright red throbbing muscles. You're a little fat, and there's a bunch of yellow-white oil between your skin and muscles, which isn't easy to peel. But you're not going to die right away, well, your meat is fresh, do you want to taste it......"

"You devil! Devil! The thief howled and struggled desperately. You're not human, you're the devil here! You're all demons! His eyes widened, his pupils bloodshot as if they were about to burst out, his expression confused and distorted, and he was clearly in madness again.

The fire dagger flashed, and Gordon cut off the horse thief's two pieces of thigh meat and carried them in his hands. The horse thief rolled on the ground in pain, and wailed again and again: "Devil, you devil! ”

Gordon stared at the bloody piece of flesh, his throat stirring, and he involuntarily leaned over. Is he too hungry? I'm so hungry.

"Demons!" The dead streets reverberated with the terrible roar of horse thieves. Gordon's hand trembled slightly, and he almost dropped the piece of meat. But what is a human being and what is a ghost? Demons kill, and people kill; Ghosts eat people, people eat people even more, and when the nobles and gangsters oppress the commoners, they will swallow them to the bone.

Gordon clutched the flesh, blood oozing from between his fingers, warm and showy.

"Crunch, crunch—" The sound of the doorshaft turning was unusually harsh, and Gordon turned suddenly, sliding back, and a door slowly opened before his eyes.

A figure stood behind a high threshold, hazy and illusory. The thief's blood was meandering past and vanished as soon as it touched the threshold.

At first, Gordon couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly. But as the blood of the horse thief flowed more and more, the illusory figure became clearer and clearer, as if emerging from the fog little by little.

Long, dark hair fell from its front, covering its cheeks, and only two crooked fangs poked out. It was tall, as thin as a bamboo pole, wrapped in a crumpled felt, standing barefoot, with gray-black webbed toes between its pointed toes.

This is an evil ghost that appears in petroglyphs!

Gordon's fiery rainbow dagger turned slightly sideways, and the source power extended silently. With his long hair covering his face, Gordon couldn't see the demon's features, but he could feel it scrutinizing himself.

"Sell—no—sell?" After a moment of silence, the demon was the first to speak. It speaks the language of humanity, but with an eerie accent that seems to be a mixture of dialects from multiple regions. It may have been a long time since it had spoken, its tongue was a little stiff, and its voice was staccato.

Gordon relented, and moved his dagger back slightly. Since the demons can build castles, alleys, houses, and petroglyphs, they are supposed to be intelligent races. This means that the two sides may be able to communicate and compromise, and there is no need to fight to the death.

"Is this - to sell or not to sell?" The demon pointed to the horse thief on the ground and repeated.

Gordon was slightly stunned, then grabbed the horse thief, and said quietly: "Sell, of course sell." But I'm asking for a lot of money, can you afford it? ”

"Life is precious." The demon nodded, turned and walked inside, "Please—come in." ”

Gordon hesitated and followed. The thief struggled and kicked his feet, and Gordon slapped him in the back of the neck, causing the thief to pass out.

"Be careful—if you're dead—I won't buy it." The demon turned his head to look at the horse thief. From its undulating tones, Gordon heard the longing.

The "crunch" stone door closed behind Gordon. The room was gray and smelled of stale dust. It was empty, and Gordon didn't see any furniture, only a stone wall inward, inlaid with dense drawers.

"Y-what do you want?" The demon asked.

"What do you have?" Gordon asked rhetorically. Food, water, the way out of the ghost town...... He wanted them all.

"You have everything you want—I've got it." The demon chuckled under his breath, ghostly laughter echoing over and over again in the closed room. It walked slowly to the edge of the stone wall, opened one of the drawers, and the brilliant light shot out, and the gold and silver jewels glittered Gordon's eyes.

The demon picked up a magnificent crown: golden laurel leaves surrounded by arches, inlaid with amber, jade, agate, and cat's eye. The sand plated vault is beautifully carved and holds up a fist-sized flame diamond. The most amazing thing is that the red light inside the flame drill rises, changing all kinds of strange scenes.

"This is—the crown of the ancient emperors......" the demon introduced.

Gordon flatly refused: "I don't need these. ”

The demon opened another drawer, and it was filled with old and mottled volumes: some made of animal skins, some woven of silk, some made of gold pages, and still others of cracked stone slabs...... It is full of ancient characters of various forms. "Wind Clan-Hidden Technique, Titan-Alchemy Golden Book, Tianyu Clan-Secret Condensation Method, Porcelain Country Dragon Slaying Technique, Warrior Monk's Source Power Secret Strength, Spiritism Visualization Hundred Variation Sutra, Inner World Ghost Soul Record...... The demon's voice gradually became smoother, "These are ancient cultivation secret methods, from different races. Many races have been extinct, and the secret books of the exercises are unique. ”

Gordon's throat was dry, and his heartbeat couldn't help but quicken. These cultivation classics are known as priceless treasures, and any one of them will cause an uproar. Kill the demons and swallow the cheats alone? But how could the other party be defenseless? He was silent for a moment and said, "These are not enough, what else do you have?" ”

The demons opened one drawer after another, and all of them were treasures and treasures: peerless swords, talking bronze mirrors, ancient alchemy capsules, and masks that could change freely...... Even with Gordon's concentration, he was so enthusiastic and tempted.

"It's still not enough." He shook his head.