"This kind of thing is really like the style of a witch horse, no matter how rich this guy becomes, he is still that annoying personality, he wants anything, even if it is money in a dung pit, he will not hesitate to reach out and fish."

"Shhh

"Gold? Fuck it, do I still lack that bit of gold. Then again, the most worthless thing right now is gold, and piles of bills, which are hard to wipe your butt. ”

The two were hired executors, both had a tattoo of the same pattern on their left shoulder, and they also had some similarities in appearance.

"Big brother, did you hear anything?"

"Voice? What was that? You're nervous. ”

"No, there's really a voice, listen carefully......"

The man known as the eldest brother subconsciously turned his head, which is the movement of turning his head, and he soon saw a strange scene: his perspective was moving down uncontrollably, and after a "bang", he saw his back.

"Ahh Big brother...... Belch! ”

Then, almost at the same moment, the same tragedy befell his companions.

The eldest brother saw clearly this time, a pair of black hands appeared out of thin air, grabbed the younger brother's hair like pulling a turnip, and then twisted it vigorously, lifted it up hard, and directly pulled out the head.

Most frighteningly, he remained awake for up to a minute after the head was separated from his body, and he could feel the intense pain and the powerlessness of his life as it passed.

But, soon, the two of them couldn't shout.

The black hands even "intimately" took two lumps of mud, covered their mouths, and, as quickly as possible, threw their heads and bodies into the pit they had just dug.

……

Murderous methods like these were being played out all over the valley, and soon ended quietly.

Philo is one such person, and he likes this kind of silent performance, preferably in an audience else.

However, things don't go your way, and Philo meets his first audience after disposing of the last corpse.

It was a little girl, but obviously not human, and you could guess her race from the two antlers on her head, but that wasn't the point, the point was that she deliberately jumped off the canopy of the tree before Philo finished work, and then deliberately took two steps forward to get in front of him.

Philo still looked like a dark shadow man, and in front of this cute little girl, he was like a beast with scarlet and bloody eyes.

But in fact, he is a standard Terran, and the other party is a beast in a sense.

"I saw it." The little girl stuck out her cat-like tongue and licked her lips, "I can see very clearly, you killed fifty-seven people, including a member of the League of Players. ”

"So what?" Philo looked at her coldly.

"In the words of your Player Alliance, I've got you, and unless you have the ability to kill me right away, you'll not be able to sleep for a long time."

"So what?" Philo still looked at her with that look, without any joy or sorrow.

"Big brother, is this how you usually talk to others? Or rather...... Don't you know how to talk to a kid like me? You're weird, huh. ”

"If you dare to come down at this time, it means that you already know the shortcomings of my ability, and you conclude that I will not kill you, or rather, you conclude that I can't kill you now." Philo still had the same flat tone, "Say, what do you want from me?" If it's not too much, you'll probably be able to get it. ”

"Oh, you're such a cheerful person, big brother." The little girl smiled, suddenly stretched out her hand, and gave Philo a firm slap, "I hate your face the most, you slate-like face!" ”

Philo, who was slapped in the face, still did not show obvious joy and sorrow.

"You stole the treasure of our Deer Spirit Clan, and you dare to come here! Do you really think we have no one left in the Deer Spirit Clan? Ahaha...... What do I want, you ask? I want your life, I've wanted your life since a long time ago! So, can you give it? ”

Philo was silent and did not look away.

He used the eyes that were most likely to anger others, staring at the little girl in front of him who was only waist-high.

Stealing treasure?

What do you mean?

To be honest, the biggest difference between Philo and the witch horse who may be his own father is his character. Wuma is a bastard who can sell his wife and children for money, but Philo is not, he hates this kind of thing the most.

Therefore, Philo disdains to do such a thing as stealing treasures.

He was able to get to today's status not with the indiscriminate methods of Wu Ma, but with an open gamble, relying on his own hands and amazing talents.

There are many unlucky ghosts who died at the hands of Philo, but in fact, if you have to say it, these people have no grudges with Philo himself. Most of these people are heinous, at least a wanted criminal in time and space, with a moral standard similar to that of Wu Ma, and to put it mildly, they deserve to die.

Philo killed them and disposed of their corpses with all his might, not because he had a higher moral standard than Wuma, but because he lacked money.

He needed enough money to be able to travel to more planes one day to find his mother, who had been missing for more than a decade, and his titular father.

At the moment, none of this is the point, the point is that Philo has been slapped in the face for the first time in his life, and has been called a "thief".

"I don't know anything about the treasures of the Deer Spirit Clan." Philo struggled to organize his language to make it sound as bad as possible, "I'd like to hear you speak in more detail, if you will, though." ”

So, in the face of Philo's attitude of not being a thief at all, the little girl of the Deer Spirit Clan also calmed down.

"Well, since you want to hear it. I don't like to kill people who don't know what I'm guilty about, and if I do, it will appear that I am suspected of killing innocents. ”

After listening to this long story told by the other party, Philo finally had an expression.

"Wu Ma, I really should have killed you." He gritted his teeth and spat out such a sentence viciously.

The little girl hugged her arms, and her face had a calmness beyond her age: "So far, you have two choices, one, I will kill you, and then recover the treasure from you; Two, you voluntarily hand over the treasure and then commit suicide. ”