"Mo Wen! Here are five gold coins! Promise me, as long as you stay at home honestly tonight, they will be yours. ”

"Old friend, I believe that with your keen insight, you must have sensed that a terrible storm is coming tonight. Take it, it's ten gold coins, go to the tavern for a drink, and by the way, I'm looking for two pretty chicks, I promise that tomorrow at dawn, the whole beggar's nest will usher in a new era. ”

"Boy, it's a gold coin! Take it, roll as far as you want, don't let me touch it tonight, or you know the consequences." ”

......

With his familiarity with the gang as a whole, the young man was able to quickly get rid of most of the threatening targets before dark, and the beggars and pickpockets were not to be feared, and even if they did hear something, they would not dare to get involved easily.

In this dark place, which can never be reached by the light, all people have become accustomed to selfishness, and if they find anyone in danger, there will never be any step forward to stand up for righteousness.

On the contrary, it is a cruel reality to hide and observe silently, and wait for the abuser to leave to see if he can pick up the bargain.

As night fell, the guards patrolling the main road soon returned to the barracks.

Because even they didn't dare to stay in the most dangerous place in the whole of Neverwinter in the dark of the night.

After all, the beggar's nest has gathered too many vicious criminals, they don't care about the laws of the city, as long as there are enough profits, even the priests who serve the gods dare to kill, and countless guards die on patrol.

To this end, the town hall has sent a large army on more than one occasion to wipe out the gang forces entrenched in the area.

Unfortunately, every time the army arrived, the gang leaders would hide in the sewers, or simply leave Nevershed and take shelter outside.

When the army leaves, they will come back and fight for territory again.

In desperation, the nobles of Neverwinter had to make a secret agreement with the gang leaders that no one would be allowed to provoke or kill the guards in the streets during the day, otherwise whoever did it would be arrested and imprisoned.

In return, after dark, whatever happens to the beggar's nest, the guards don't care.

Feeling the restless air of the night, Jesse took a deep breath and said to Zhang Cheng, who was sitting in a chair and didn't know what he was messing with: "Something is wrong tonight! Almost all the thugs in the gang have left inexplicably!"

"Hmph, does it matter? Anyway, they're just cannon fodder, and even if something really happens, they can't help. Zhang Cheng pursed his lips disdainfully.

"Oh, you know!" said Tiffling, a hint of surprise on his face.

"Of course I do!" Think about it, if you were the leader of the other gangs and suddenly heard that the most threatening orc, Okocha, was dead, and that his successor was a thirteen-year-old pickpocket-turned-boy, wouldn't you think this was a good opportunity to expand your territory?" Zhang Cheng asked rhetorically in a tone without a hint of emotion.

"Now that you know, what are you going to do?" Jesse leaned down on the table, his eyes flashing red, and his tail slightly cocked, full of exoticism.

I have to say that she is not ugly at all after inheriting the purgatory bloodline, and is quite in line with human aesthetics, no wonder she can survive in such a complex environment.

"I'm waiting! waiting for those filthy little rats to arrive. Did you know that the soul is one of the most exotic substances in the world, and it is not only an important magical material, but also an energy. And I, just need a lot of soul right now, ordinary snacks are no longer enough to satisfy my appetite, I need more, more ......"

As he said this, Zhang Cheng's left eye, which had been replaced by the Shattered Demon Crystal, released a bright light.

Even if Jesse doesn't understand anything, he can still feel a hunger that makes him creep, a hunger for his soul.

Before she could recover from her panic, the closed door behind her was kicked open with a thud, followed by a dozen men with various weapons rushing in.

The leader is none other than the boss of another gang, known as the Magic Eye - Angus.

Of course, this magic eye does not mean that his false eyeball has any magical powers, but that he is forbearant and ruthless.

Looking at this group of vicious scumbags, Zhang Cheng immediately stood up and opened his arms and shouted loudly: "Ah! Tonight's dinner has finally arrived! Welcome! Welcome to your painstaking efforts to send delicious souls." You must know that hunger is not pleasant, and if no one comes tonight, I am afraid that I will be unable to resist coming to the door early tomorrow morning. ”

"Then I wish you a pleasant meal in advance?" Jesse pulled out the dagger and dagger fixed to his thigh, and winked playfully.

"Don't pretend here! Benny! We all know who you are, a pickpocket. The young man, who had been busy all afternoon, was the first to stand up and scold loudly.

"Pretending, you poor fellow doesn't know who you're fighting against, do you? But it doesn't matter, I don't mind having a dessert before we start eating a big meal. ”

The words just fell!

Zhang Cheng violently transformed the soul energy he had devoured not long ago into a spiritual blast and released it towards the crowd.

Rumble!

A visible energy shook the soul of everyone present!

Moment!

These guys, who were menacing a second ago, have all turned into wooden people at this moment.

Don't even blink an eye.

Alarmed!

Fear!

Despair!

They finally discovered that the thirteen-year-old boy in front of them, who was originally regarded as a soft persimmon, was actually an extremely terrifying spellcaster.

In the continent of Faerun, anyone who has the ability to cast spells, whether it is a mage, a warlock, a bard, a priest, or a druid, none of them is easy to mess with, and often a simple control spell can make a self-proclaimed powerful warrior lose his combat effectiveness and become a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Oh, what a living soul, a hundred times more delicious than after death before. Bear with it, it might hurt a little bit next......"

Zhang Cheng whispered like a devil as he stretched out his right index finger and gently pressed it on the young man's forehead, pulling out a large milky white piece of silk-like stuff from it.

You don't have to ask to know that these white threads are part of the soul.

"Ahh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!h

No one can resist the intense pain that comes with having their soul torn apart!

The poor young man even broke free from the paralysis caused by the explosion of his heart, and opened his mouth wide to let out a creepy scream!

Eye!

Nose!

Ear!

Mouth!

All of these organs are oozing black blood!