Closing the tin box and letting him carefully put it in his arms, he began to return the way he came.

The street child was so sure that there was no one in the factory, so he didn't deliberately look for a bunker on the edge to hide himself when he walked.

As he walked, he suddenly felt a tingling pain under his feet, which made him gasp and let out a slightly suppressed cry of pain!

He sat down on the ground with his butt, looked at the bloody soles of his feet, and suddenly shouted bad luck.

The sole of the foot was pierced by a sharp stone, and blood flowed out, staining the ball of the foot red along with the ground.

After treating the wound a little, he turned his gaze to the ground.

This is where he often moves, and in order to hide the traces of life, he also sprinkles some stones on the ground.

It's just that the stones he spilled are very measured, and he doesn't let them hurt himself.

But now that he was wounded by the stones under his feet, he suddenly realized something, and he immediately began to observe the stones.

It didn't take long for him to find out!

Someone has been here and cleaned it up to a certain extent!

No one else would have noticed this, but who told him to renovate this place first?

This discovery immediately made him vigilant.

He hurriedly raised his head, and his sharp gaze swept to various places where people might be hiding, but after a while, there was still no trace of the existence of others, which also made him feel a little puzzled.

But it didn't make him wonder for long, because he knew exactly what he needed to do now.

He quickly stood up and prepared to leave.

But the next moment he stood up, he noticed that where he had been sitting, something purple appeared.

This made his eyes light up slightly, and he wanted to reach out and touch it.

This should be regarded as his occupational disease.

He is a freelance professional thief, that is, a thief who is not attached to any power.

It's not that he doesn't want to be attached, it's that he offended the little head of a certain force and was blocked by all the forces in the vicinity, if it weren't for his usual fast running, plus enough low-key, and mixed in the fringe areas between the various forces, his grave grass should have grown to half a human height.

When he sees something strange, especially something of value, he wants to touch it, which is a bad habit he has developed as a thief for many years.

Just when he was about to move, he suddenly woke up and immediately suppressed his movements.

This is also his habit, he is usually vigilant, and before starting, he always has to look at the surrounding situation, so as not to capsize in the gutter.

This habit was also developed after he offended the little head, which is one of the factors that has survived him to this day.

Raising his head, he looked around again, making sure there were no other peepers, and then he leaned down again and reached out to pull the dust and stones that were used for camouflage.

Purple lines gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and as more lines of dust were cleared by him, a huge magic array appeared in front of his eyes.

Looking down at this magic array, he also frowned, he didn't know what this was and what it was for.

He reached out and stroked the texture, and felt it carefully, he was very sure that this thing was drawn with blood, but he didn't know what creature's blood turned out to be purple.

Maybe it's a mixture of some kind of pigment, right?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately put it behind him, and whatever material the pattern was drawn from had nothing to do with him.

After looking at the pattern a little and making sure it wasn't something that could be exchanged for money, he prepared to cover it up again and leave the place.

Then at this moment, the purple pattern actually emitted a halo, although it was not very bright, but it was enough to illuminate the entire factory.

Seeing this scene, his movements were suddenly consistent, and a vicious chill suddenly rushed from his backbone to the back of his head, making him shiver.

What followed was an extremely unsettling aura of terror that made him feel extremely uneasy.

He has been at the bottom of the dark side of the city all the year round, and he has exercised a strong will that ordinary people can't reach.

He was in a trance for less than two seconds because of that terrifying breath, and he bit his tongue fiercely, stimulated himself with pain, and sobered himself up.

Then he wanted to turn and run away immediately.

But the next moment, he suddenly found that his body was stiffened in place without the slightest control, as if he had been immobilized by a spell.

This strange situation made his courage to lift it up with great difficulty, and suddenly decayed rapidly like a deflated ball.

There was inevitably a hint of panic in his eyes!

"Are you calling me?" At this time, a flat voice suddenly echoed in this factory.

This sound was like a spell to unravel the spell, and the street child immediately regained control of his body, but due to the loss of strength after excessive shock, he fell to the ground again, and tried to roll over and stand up several times, but he couldn't do it.

He didn't pay any attention to the strange voice that suddenly appeared, and only wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

"In such a hurry, don't you have a wish to achieve it?" The voice seemed to see the thoughts of the street child at this time, and still said in a voice without any emotion.

Hearing this, the street child's movements froze suddenly, as if he had thought of something, and then he did not continue to struggle, but sat quietly in place.

After a long while, he asked, "Are you a demon?" ”

"Demons? So to speak! He replied in a flat voice.

"If that's the case, then do I have to pay my soul for my wish to be granted?" The street child asked again.

It's not like he hasn't heard of such legends as trading with demons, and he still knows things like the demon making a wish, which means that he has to pay his soul.

"The quality of your soul is indeed good! But I'm not an ordinary demon, and although the soul has some value to me, it is not necessary! The voice reappeared, answering his question.

"And what do I have to give?" The street child heard the meaning of the voice, and he immediately asked.

"If you want to get something, you have to pay the same price, or even more than! It's all about what you want and what you're willing to give! The voice rang out again, responding to his question.

Hearing this, the street child lowered his head, he thought for a while, and finally made up his mind.

Then, I saw him lift the hood that was sitting on his head, revealing his untreated hair and the appearance of a skeleton without much flesh!

Then he took off the only piece of clothing he had, the tattered cloak, revealing his bony torso!

He, no, it should be her, raised his head, his eyes looked up with determination, and his eyes burst into a bright light, as if he saw hope, and as if he wanted to meet the owner of the voice.

She moved her lips and said, "I don't have much, that's all I can give!" ”

"So, say what you want!"