Originally, I thought everything was going well, and if it went on like this, as long as I stayed for half a year, I would probably be able to go into the dungeon openly and kill the half-dead first god emperor, but everything didn't go as smoothly as I thought, first of all, I felt that the gendarmerie was acting unusually, and it seemed that the gendarmes roaming the streets also had new faces, and many unfamiliar guys had particularly stern expressions and doubled their ruthlessness, and their strength had also improved greatly, becoming a nightmare for most people, and even my small shop was badly missed several times, But I'm very normal here, and after three times and a few times, I didn't find anything wrong, so I was let go, and I never came. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I felt that something was wrong, not only the new face and more tense atmosphere of the gendarmerie, but also the fact that there was no news of Moro for more than a week, and my operation had to be terminated, and I privately thought that he had leaked his identity and might be caught, and if I didn't act, it wouldn't mean that he was the one who had delivered the news to me! So I went out again at night, but this time I didn't have a choice, I didn't have the itinerary and whereabouts of those high-level Shura, so I had to come out to try my luck, fortunately, my luck was not bad, a Heavenly King-level Shura fell into my hands, and after some questioning, I finally let him tell the truth.

My unfortunate premonition came true, Moro found out where the map was collected, and after stealing the map, he was arrested, but he did not find the map of the dungeon on him or in his residence, and the reason why Moro has not been killed now is because they want to know if Moro has something to do with the ghost that has been floating over the Metropolis, and if so, what awaits him will be a future ten times more terrifying than death.

I frowned and pinched the fool's neck, and threw his body to the door of the Paradise Mansion, which was in a panic, and melted into the darkness and looked at the building, hesitating to go in and rescue Moro, but I didn't know that he was locked there, more than a hundred stories high, plus the huge dungeon, it could be the place where he was imprisoned, and I might have hastened his death by doing so.

I went back to the small bookstore, lying on the small bed behind the bookshelf, I felt a little sorry for him, although his daughter did not die because of me, I also avenged the little butterfly, but I didn't tell him the real news after all, and he did steal the map for me and was caught, and where his map was hidden, without that map my action would be very difficult.

I don't know if he has a trace of regret in his heart, although the life of the metropolis is not the life he wants, but here he at least has a noble identity, life is a hundred times stronger than 90% of the Shura, if I don't get involved, he may continue like this, but because I am he is being tortured and tortured, to be honest, I feel very uncomfortable, he is the only friend I have met in the higher Shura who is willing to help me, and his respect for Xiaoxi is also from the heart, I can see this.

But I brought him only disaster and misfortune, I sighed abruptly, although I had an urge to rush in to save him, but at this time is not the time to be impulsive, I have more important things to do, I have to say sorry to him softly in my heart, I hope he can forgive me.

In the middle of the night I heard a slight footsteps outside the door, stopped at my door, and heard the sound of Suosuo, I was alert to prick up my ears, and walked lightly to the door, there was an envelope under the crack in the door, I picked it up and pinched, about the weight of a few pieces of paper, and quickly opened the door and went out, only to see a limping back is hiding in the dark and walking out, his speed is not fast, I hurriedly chased over.

The other party was a very sloppy man, with a miserable white face, and as soon as I wanted to speak, he shook his hand and opened his mouth to show me, only to see that there was no tongue in his mouth, and he pointed to his ear and shook his hand, indicating that he could not hear. My heart tugged at each other, his eye was missing, one leg was lame, and one arm was missing, how had he survived in this hellish place, and he bowed deeply to me before leaving, how he had avoided the gendarmerie guys in front of my shop at night when no one was allowed to move.

Back at the small bookstore, I closed the door and opened the envelope, and as I expected, it was a folded map, the size of half a table, spread out with the plan of the dungeon, and Moro used a red line to mark the correct route of travel on it, so that I could see at a glance that at the bottom of the map was written in small letters: "Protect the handwriting, don't help me take revenge!" "There is a blood-red exclamation mark behind it, and the handwriting is very messy, it seems that it was written in a hurry, and the time is pressing.

I sank heavily into the sofa, it seems that when he got the map to mark the route, he already knew that he was not safe, so he left such words, although he did it without hesitation, the person who sent the letter was deaf and dumb, basically the whole body was disabled, I don't know what his origin was, it didn't look like a new injury, but he could be called by Moro to deliver the letter, he must be a trustworthy person, I think maybe he was a former member of the gendarmerie, he has been cared for by Moro since he was injured, and he obviously knows my identity, I also knew how important this letter was to me, and the bow he bowed before leaving showed that he was respectful to me, and perhaps it also implied the hope of Moro and the expectations of all the Shura who yearned for the sun.

I carefully looked at the map a few times, memorized the road to the dungeon, and the map turned into ashes in the palm of my hand, this is something that Moro sent out with all his might, I must make good use of it to achieve my goal, the current tense atmosphere in the metropolis is on the verge of erupting, and there are guys everywhere who are sent out by those old guys to patrol around, and any suspicious target will not be let go, and I am actually a conspicuous target here, the reason why it has been okay is probably because Moro secretly took care of it, so that it can be safe to this day, as long as someone pays a little attention, I hope it won't be long before I'll be found here.

There were solemn footsteps outside the door, I didn't need to look at the smell just by the smell I knew that it was Shura's gendarmerie walking over, just now that guy didn't know where to hide, I hope he can escape, to be honest, I really want to rush out now to see if the person who delivered the letter is okay, but the more I get to this time, the more I can't startle the snake, I can't expose myself now, my ultimate goal is to kill the first god emperor, once I expose myself...... Although these gendarmes are no match for me, the disclosure of my identity will make my ultimate purpose much more difficult.

I continued to take deep breaths, and finally suppressed the impulse in my heart, closed my eyes and thought silently, it will not be too long for the metropolis to get rid of this kind of day, and all the oppressed Shura will get another life at that time, so many dark days, they should have had enough, and Mo Sen's plan to integrate them into the underworld should be implemented smoothly, as long as those old guys are killed.

Do the math, most of those old guys have been killed by me, and there are about four left, as for those Shura who I think are dangerous, I have also killed a lot of them, and the statement of Massage Luo is probably more than half, which means that the difficulty of things has been reduced by half, but in order for me to carry out my plan smoothly, I still have to work hard, the less trouble the better, one-on-one is better than facing a large group of crazy people.

It's a pity that Moro can't see it anymore, I don't know how he is now, it's probably about the same if he didn't die, he told me not to avenge him at the end, obviously afraid that I was impulsive, affecting the final plan, he spent so much effort, it was hard to steal the map, once my action failed, he was captured in vain.

I think of Shura's methods of dealing with traitors, they prefer to torture and kill opponents, Moro must be very uncomfortable, and it is certain that he can't survive and die, and I feel a little irritated when I think of this.

I stood up and opened the door, there was silence outside the door, the patrolling gendarmerie had only passed for a short time, no gendarmerie would pass by for fifteen minutes, as long as no one saw me haunting the library, it was not a problem, my body was slightly hidden in the dark, I wanted to go and see which messenger, he didn't know if it was okay.

I hadn't gone far before I heard the sound of whirring and drinking in the alley on the corner of the street, as if several people were beating a person, but the beaten person was silent, it looked very weird, my anger burned at once, the person who was beaten must have been the messenger, he had his tongue cut out, and there were burns on his throat, he couldn't make a sound, he could only be beaten passively, and he couldn't scream.

I quickly appeared at the end of the alley, and found that the four Shura had stopped, and lying on the garbage heap was the Shura who sent me the letter, at this moment he was no longer breathing, one eye was wide open, and there seemed to be joy in his eyes, probably the joy of the completion of the mission, but he gave his life.

For the sake of this map, first Moro and then this unknown messenger, paid such a big price for it.

"Hey, who told you to get out, where are you?" One of the gendarmes lit a cigarette and shouted at me as I stood in a daze at the entrance of the alley, while the three Shura next to me looked at me with sticks in their hands and smiling.

One of them said, "Why, don't you know the ban on not haunting after dark?" Do you want to die? ”

They didn't take me seriously at all, thinking that I was a stupid person who couldn't bear to run out of loneliness, and was stunned to see them killing, and indeed I was a little delirious, and my eyes were full of the dead appearance of the messenger, and I didn't pay attention to the four gendarmes at all.