Winter.

Snowflakes fluttering.

The citizens of this continent, even the poorest, pulled out the last coin in their pockets to buy streamers, food, and sweet wine...... to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.

Before you know it, the year 1603 has entered.

Kings City.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers!"

A red-faced newsboy in a tattered coat, a peaked cap, a green cloth bag, and a blushing face, ran through the streets, shouting hoarsely.

He saw a frozen corpse, being lifted out of the alley by the collector and placed on top of the wagon.

Among the corpses, some were bankrupt vagabonds, some were dressed in overalls, and they appeared to be unemployed workers.

At this time, they all turned into cold and stiff corpses, which were carried out of the city by the corpse collectors and cremated.

The factories with black plumes of smoke are like life-devouring demonic abysses.

The sky was gray, with a chill of slaughter.

The newsboy shrunk his neck, shook the snowflakes off his body, and continued to grit his teeth as he struggled through the snow.

Syllable!

The ground was so slippery that he fell.

While losing his center of gravity, the newsboy struggled to raise his hand, so that the newspaper in his hand could not be stained, otherwise it would not be sold.

"Young man...... I buy a newspaper. ”

Fang Xian opened the door and couldn't help but smile when he saw a small radish head falling in front of his door, holding a newspaper aloft in the air.

"Okay."

The newsboy quickly got up and patted the snow off his body.

Fang Xian handed over an iron coin, harvested a newspaper, and smiled: "Do you want to come in and sit for a while and have a sip of hot tea?" ”

"I ......"

The newsboy was just about to refuse, when a cold wind blew.

He was full of excitement, bent down and said, "Thank you, kind sir!" ”

"You can call me Mr. Rocca."

Fang Xian made a gesture of please and went to the counter to make tea.

The newsboy looked up and saw the sign, 'Gothic Commissariat'.

Walking through the glass door, the vision is a little dim, and there are rows of shelves in the store, from colored paper, sausages, cane sugar, toffee, to hairpins, bows, and various cups, saucers, and ornaments, which are messily piled up all over the shelves, giving people the illusion that they will fall to the ground if they are not careful.

"Come, take a sip and warm up."

Fang Xian smiled and handed over the teacup.

"Thank you...... Mr. Roca, my name is Little Locke. ”

Little Locke held the cup in both hands and took a sip, feeling his body warm.

He let out a long breath and began to look at the counter in front of Mr. Rocca.

This counter is separated by glass, and it is clear that the goods inside are more valuable.

Mr. Rocca was smiling, standing behind the counter, the faint light shining through the window, full of a sense of historical mottling and vicissitudes.

Something seemed to be wriggling in the shadows.

Little Locke hurriedly rubbed his eyes, he seemed to have seen a tentacle with a suction cup just now.

But looking at it now, there was nothing at all, just a cloud of darkness.

"Little one, you seem to be interested in my treasures." At this point, he heard Mr. Rocca again.

"Yes."

Little Locke hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to be looking at the goods in the glass counter.

"Huh?"

He found that the goods in the counter were indeed very different from those on the shelves.

Dolls made of straw, necklaces strung with the fangs of unknown beasts, and black crystal balls with eerie trays of white bone claws underneath......

In addition, there are black canes of unknown material, and several hard-shell notebooks that do not sell well.

"This is a voodoo doll from the western nomads, a king necklace and a divination crystal ball from the sunrise land of the east...... A Nether Staff that can help people find money, but you have to be careful, the black ghost will come out at any time and scare you......"

Fang Xian introduced them one by one: "Of course, my most proud products are these books...... This one is a collection of my poems! ”

"It's ...... Great! Little Locke instantly equated the Roca shopkeeper with the profiteers he had often seen peddling knick-knacks.

"How? Lad...... Today's treasures are all sold at a discount. ”

Fang Xian looked at Xiao Locke, and a strange smile suddenly appeared.

……

Little Locke's head was a little dizzy, and it wasn't until he walked out of the store and was agitated by the snowstorm that he came to his senses.

"I ...... What did I do? ”

He pressed against his temples and felt a pinprick in pain.

In the midst of the constant pressing, some vague memories emerged.

I seem, as if, probably...... Moved by that Mr. Roca, what did you buy?

He exclaimed, and immediately reached for his pocket.

After discovering that there was only one missing the iron coin that had just bought the newspaper, he couldn't help but sigh out.

He can afford the money for a newspaper.

"Huh?"

Little Locke touched his arms and found that there was a notebook with a black cover.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have bought the shopkeeper's poetry book at a super good price for an iron coin.

Little Locke opened the title page to see what the shopkeeper had written, for as a newsboy, he still knew some words.

But unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the notebook, a feeling of dizziness rushed to my face.

Hiss......

Rustling......

Little Locke's ears roared, like a radio with a bad signal, receiving a lot of noise.

His throat was tumbling, and he felt sick to his stomach and wanted to vomit, so he quickly closed the notebook.

Little Locke didn't dare to look at the notebook anymore, nor did he dare to look back, so he hurriedly wrapped his body and rushed into the wind and snow.

……

"Fate's Choice ......"

Fang Xian wrapped his arms around him, looking at this scene, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

He looked back, looked at the darkness, and opened a door.

The smell of blood came to my nose.

In the center of the chamber was an iron dissecting table, surrounded by solidified dark brown marks, as if it had a life of its own, and was wailing.

This is an anomaly that was born after being stained with too much blood of aliens.

On top of the surrounding wooden shelves, there are glass bottles, which contain various organs in different categories.

For example, the ghoul's claws, the scaly man's lungs, the hound's eyes, and so on......

This is based on some of the research conducted according to Hopskin's records.

It was only now that Fang Xian dared to say that he had completely eaten all the knowledge left by Hopskin, the God Ascender.

During this time, the Order of the Lost God also flourished, but the day and night calls of the believers had little effect on the silent calamity.

This also made Fang Xian sure that if he called out so slowly, he would definitely not be able to recover his strength within two years, let alone go further.

And when the end comes, the primeval rulers will come or wake up, and they may not pay attention to ordinary people, but with their own personhood, there is a high probability that they will be noticed.

Sure enough...... Is that the only way......