Floating?

The two blinked almost at the same time.

Looking closely, it was just that the other party's walking steps were too light, which gave people a feeling that he was floating, and he was wrapped in a black robe like an ascetic, and he couldn't look at it coldly, which made people's hearts chill and have a creepy feeling.

Glancing back, Landingale did not linger, but turned around and continued to walk forward.

Buy an umbrella, although not as high as 50 louis, the cheapest is also 10 louis, if before the big factories were not popular, an umbrella is at least one louis, the kind of gentleman likes to use the umbrella with decorative patterns is more than several louis, now, there are also many nobles use umbrellas are made by craftsmen, they disdain to use the products produced on the factory assembly line.

Landingale, who had previously worked as a factory worker, did not start selling her flesh as soon as she entered the city.

In the end, I had to go down this road as a last resort.

In short, it's hard to put into words.

Unlike Landingale, the expression on Randolph's face changed.

This is his territory, his home, and the other party looks rather strange, not like the guest who came to stay, because, in this person, Randolph felt a strong malice.

An old fox like him, who has lived in this mixed neighborhood all his life, has a strong keen sense of his kind, whether the other party is good or evil, easy to bully or not provocative, he only needs to figure it out at a glance.

The guy in front of him who walked in slowly from outside the door was not a good kind at first glance.

He was wearing a black robe without a hood, which meant that his entire face was exposed, however, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of black mist, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, Randolph didn't think there was anything wrong with his eyesight, even if the magic stone lamp hanging in the foyer was not bright, but it was not as bright as it is now, after this guy came in, the lights in the foyer seemed to be a little dim.

The expression on his face did not change, but his foot under the table was raised, and he kicked the wall in front of him hard, and there, there was a button, and after the kick, several of his subordinates who were resting in the Mo room of the hotel would hear the alarm bell and immediately rush out.

Only then did Randolph stand up.

As soon as he stood up, his massive body took up two-thirds of the space in the hut, and with a smile on his face, he deliberately turned sideways and turned half of his face with the three-inch scar at the man in black.

"Guest, accommodation?"

As he spoke, he rested his right hand under the table, where there was a partition on which lay a hammer, the hammer of which was heavier and larger than a normal hammer, and matched the large size of Randolph.

When he was ready, his heart was settled.

The man didn't reply, he continued to walk forward, standing at the junction between the foyer and the hallway.

Then, he raised his head, his nostrils furled, sniffing something like a hound.

This time, Randolph saw the other man's face clearly.

It was a young man in his twenties, very thin, not only in stature, but also in the shape of his face, with dark hair and slightly curly hair, and because of the rain, he lay on his head weakly, like a weed growing by a gutter.

Then, Randolph's heart sank.

At that moment, the heart stopped beating as if it had been frosted.

The young man had a pair of blood-red eyes, and he looked at him as if he was staring into an abyss floating in an endless sea of blood, and there was a thick malice flowing from there, which was unbearable.

Then, the young man's eyes fell on Landingale's back.

At this time, Landingale was still walking in the corridor, not to the staircase, when his eyes fell on her back, suddenly, a chill grew from her heart, quickly spread to her whole body, her skin was full of goosebumps, at that moment, she had no way to take a step forward, as if she had been frozen by a thousand years of cold frost, and her whole body stiffened.

O God!

Help me!

She cried out and prayed in her heart.

She was a devout believer, and in addition to providing for her daughter and maintaining her own minimum standard of living, she also went to church once a month at a fixed time, and put a small amount of money in the church's cash box.

She believes that the sins she suffers now and the evil she experiences will become a blessing for her daughter in the future.

That's what she believes!

At the end of the corridor there is a staircase with an upward and downward passage, up for the normal hotel rooms for commercial use, and down for the basement of the hotel, where Randolph does something shady.

At this time, several strong men rushed up from the basement with weapons in hand.

"Get out of the way!"

The strong man at the head shouted angrily.

In the past, when he met these people, Landingale must have been busy avoiding them.

However, now the sound seemed to come from a high altitude in the distance, but she seemed to be lying at the bottom of a deep river, the voice was both high and far away, and it was very floating, without any real feeling, and she could not move her body, still standing in the middle of the corridor.

A crowd rushed over, and someone inevitably bumped into her, knocking her to the side.

She slammed her back against the wall, and she felt the pain that lifted her out of her stiffness, but even then, she couldn't get up, and she still sat with her back against the wall of the hallway.

O God!

Help me!

In her heart, there was a huge panic!

This is the intuition that arises when life is about to come to an end.

In the lobby of the inn, seeing that his companions had arrived, Randolph pushed open the door and walked out with a hammer in his hand.

"Say, who sent you to die?

He waved his hammer and said viciously.

However, with such a fierce momentum, like a black bear, Randolph did not attract the slightest attention from the uninvited guest, and the guy still stared at Landingale in the corridor with a very strange expression.

He muttered, not knowing if it was because of the low voice or something else, Randolph couldn't hear what he was saying, but he sensed the other party's ignorance of him.

Yes, it's ignorance!

And not to despise!

At this time, his men also arrived and stood side by side with him.

"I don't care who you are, who are you obeying?" acquaintances, it's better to leave, or ......"

In the past, Randolph would have already ordered the action!

I don't know why, he's still rambling today.

If he could, he didn't want to do it, it was completely different from the usual style of doing a word, and he didn't know why, and even, he didn't realize it at all.

The young man was as if he hadn't heard him, as if the people in front of him didn't exist.

He stared at Landingale on the other side of the hallway, stepping forward.

Arrogant!

"Kill him!"

Randolph roared, his throat bursting, his voice somewhat distorted.