He stared blankly at the sky, walking through the alleys of the murderous night with mechanically repetitive steps.

Darkness swept across the sea and toward land.

"Where are you taking us?" Graves' hands were tied together with thick hemp rope, and two large men grabbed his arms, urging him forward.

"I don't know you all this way, Graves, are you a Bilgewater? Or have you been in prison for too long and forgotten how to get to the slaughterhouse? ”

The person who replied was Raven, the first mate of the Siren, with four men, Trist and Graves each escorted, and he himself carried a box and walked in the front.

"I am, I know this is the way to the slaughterhouse. But why take us to the dock, or at such a time? ”

Ever since he came to Bilgewater and was captured by Miss Doom's men, he and Trist had been under house arrest in a warehouse, but today they were suddenly taken out and nothing was told to them.

Looking at the box in Raven's hand, Graves really couldn't figure out what Miss Doom was doing to escort them out on the night of the Eclipse Soul, adding a meaningless sacrifice?

You can't be fishing, right?

"You'll find out later."

Raven smiled deeply, instinctively making Graves sense of danger.

He shrugged, he was not afraid of any danger, because death could not always outrun him.

It can be said that death is his second best friend, as for the first...... Naturally, it's Trist.

As long as he is still by his side, there is no danger that cannot be resolved

Graves glanced at the silent Trist and asked, "Old man, why don't you say a word, and you can't speak for a few days in captivity, and if you are imprisoned for ten years like me, you will be insane." ”

"Damn, will you die if you don't mention it?" This sentence immediately made Trist react, as if activating the switch of the machine, he didn't know why Graves had such a big heart, and he was still in the mood to joke at this time.

"If you don't mention it, you may never have a chance to mention it again tonight." Graves laughed, but was punched by the big man next to him, and they told him not to make such a big move.

Although the black fog has not yet reached the shore, no one wants to attract the powerful undead in it.

"I'm wondering, is it too late to run?" Trist's hat was crooked, but he couldn't straighten it because his hands were tied, and he didn't trim his beard in a hurry, and he was in a bad mood now.

If Graves knew why he had a straight face, he would definitely scold him, and then tease him if he wanted to show the ghost?

In the same way, Trist's words are worth pondering for Graves.

They have never fought the black fog head-on, but now when the black fog comes, they come to the slaughtering dock that bears the brunt of it, this is not what it is to die.

If you want them to die, you might as well kill them in the first place, so why bother going this way?

"Ahem, ahem!" A puff of smoke greeted them, and several people covered their mouths and noses and coughed in unison.

They weren't attacked, the stench of smoke was pouring towards them from the east, the ashes obscuring the sky, the sea beast grease stored on the slaughterhouse burning. Feeling the taste in his mouth turn greasy, Graves spat on the twisted wooden shelf.

They made their way to the end of the firelight, a layer of sticky scum floating on the surface of the water, the contribution of thousands of corpses under the water for many years.

On the road from the hilltop villa to the slaughterhouse, the two saw a lot of gangster corpses, at least a dozen.

There were also a few familiar faces among them—all Planck's people.

Tonight, there was no night watchman to collect the corpses for them, and the dock rats feasted on them, and there were too many corpses for them to eat, but soon they had no chance to eat them.

"Hell, the night of the Eclipse of Souls is coming, and you're still in the mood. Raven, you did this, right? You're busy tonight. ”

Graves is not a man of many words, but he has been a little suffocated in the last few days, and has just returned to Bilgewater, and in order not to be left behind, he also needs to understand the current situation.

"It's easy to get into trouble with the dogs in Rat Town, and you know how profitable a dock is? What did they not dare to do in order to cover a piece of docks? I just pushed them from behind and they got into a fight. Actually...... I'm still relaxed because I have to save my strength until the evening. Raven replied.

It's really not difficult to provoke a group of idiots who can sell their mothers for a few children, this kind of thing Trist is best at, and then what he is even better at - offending both sides and then forcing their old roots.

Once at their destination, Raven had one of Graves' and Trist's feet each chained to the docks, and then untied their hands.

"What are you guys doing here?! What's in it for you to put us to death? Graves exclaimed in panic.

At first, he thought that Raven had come to push them into the sea, and that the waters near the dock were a little dirty, but as long as they didn't die in the first place, there was hope.

And now it is tied to the dock like a bolted dog, and can only move in a small range, once the black fog floods over, the consequences can be imagined.

Pursue thrills, and death will inadvertently catch up with you.

"There is no good in killing you, but you are alive and doing Captain Sarah harm."

Trist shuddered when he heard this, Miss Doom knew his tricks, he had already been searched by several big men inside and out, and he didn't leave a single card.

It was a nightmare, and he was exposed to Graves's gaze, and he just watched it dryly, even with a meaningful smile.

"However, some people think that you are still useful, he doesn't want your two brothers to die in vain, I remember his original words are that he doesn't want you to give away people's heads in vain, the meaning of minutes is about the same, just pass it on. But our boss doesn't want to let you two go so easily, so there's this trial. But before the trial, I'll give you the weapon. ”

Raven lifted the box in his hand and showed the two of them what it contained.

A rough-shaped, double-barreled shotgun sits across the box, upholding the truth that caliber is justice, and each barrel is thicker than Graves' arm! A menacing blue light shone out of the chamber, revealing from the muzzle of the gun, and the butt of poplar wood was incomparably warm and thick.

"What a beauty!" Graves grabbed Raven's shotgun, and touched it all over its body with the delicate technique of treating a woman, not letting go of every structure and corner, and his mouth kept sighing.

If it weren't for the rush of time, Jeno could have made it even more beautiful, so that Graves would have gotten wet at a glance.

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