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There is a limit of once a month.

All of them made Qin Ran think of 'brokers'.

"Since a year ago, the 'Secret Market' has appeared near Gravel Town, regularly selling potions and props that are not commonly found on the market, attracting merchants, mercenaries, bandits, and robbers who have come to the Supreme Path, and one or two treasures will appear from time to time!"

"No matter how you look at it, it's exactly like the 'Secret City' in a huge city!"

"It's a coincidence to put such an obvious 'sign' near Gravel Town, and to have 'Modi' send someone to completely destroy Gravel Town......"

Qin Ran, who was muttering to himself in his heart, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qin Ran, who never believed in coincidences, smelled the smell of conspiracy.

Therefore, he needs to know more detailed information about this 'secret city'.

He wanted to know what the 'brokers' were up to.

Of course, this is most likely a trap for 'latecomers'.

Therefore, Qin Ran needs Lao Vic to accompany him.

……

Old Vic, who carried two cages and a bundle of fresh grass on his back, walked with a little difficulty on the scabbed ground, and the red, hard, irregularly raised ground made Old Vic's feet hurt.

But the innkeeper did not dare to complain.

Not only because Qin Ran was standing behind him, but also because this was a folk custom observed by the locals.

The locals know that the path to the highest is the result of the god Fenrir's compassion for human disease, pestilence, and famine, and his trekking through iron thorns.

With the footsteps of Fenrir, the god Fenrir's blood began to flow along the path of iron thorns, and those swords continued to slash, and the iron thorns that the flames could not devour began to soften.

Eventually, it was gone.

Along with them were the disease, pestilence, and famine of the world.

And......

Fenrir, the god of the gods.

Legend has it that the god Fenrir used the last of his powers, and his contaminated torso turned into a scabbed place, where no grass grew and was made of hard stone.

But the people thanked the god Fenrir.

Reverence this barren land as the Most High Path, and also revere the god Fenrir as the supreme god.

But there are also those who disdain and criticize Fenrir.

When they pass through the path of the highest, they are cursed.

Old Vic, who was born near the Most High Path, was so deeply affected by this curse that he didn't dare to make any insecacy against Fenrir. Ditch.

Qin Ran also knew this legend from a simple memory.

But it's different from Old Vic's fear and awe.

Qin Ran only maintained the most basic respect for that Heavenly God Fenrir.

Because, strength.

The real gods, Qin Ran has seen them.

None of them is selfless.

Even, in some ways, some of them are better than even an upright person.

At the very least, an upright person will not betray his friends.

The legendary god Fenrir, Qin Ran didn't know what the other party's upright appearance was, but he didn't believe in the other party's 'self-sacrificing for others'.

Therefore, Qin Ran was just respecting the other party's strength.

The strong should be respected.

They followed Old Vic until noon, when the two stopped.

"Your Excellency, it's just ahead."

Old Vic pointed to a hill in the distance.

From the outside, this hill is no different from the hill along the way, but in Qin Ran's perception, there is a deep and uncomfortable aura inside the hill, or more precisely, underground, as if standing on the edge of a cliff without handrails at night, leaning out and looking down.

Darkness aside, there is a bottomless abyss.

Qin Ran squinted and looked there.

Old Vic on the side took out a kettle and dry food.

They are all essential things for pedestrians on the road.

The kettle is large and holds enough water, and the dry food is mixed with some wheat bran to make the dry food drier and easier to preserve.

"Do you need it, sir?"

Old Vic, who was holding dry food and water, asked.

Qin Ran shook his head.

Just when Old Vic thought that Qin Ran would not eat, he saw that Qin Ran also took out a kettle and dry food.

The kettle is delicate, and, as soon as the lid is twisted, a faint sweet smell wafts out, apparently honey is added to the water.

The dry food is baked with fine white bread mixed with some dehydrated grapes.

But what surprised Old Vic the most was that Qin Ran actually pulled out a ham from his backpack.

Watching Qin Ran take a knife to cut the meat slices from the ham, put them on the white bread and chew them carefully, and drank saliva from time to time.

Old Vic suddenly felt that the dry food that had just been quite delicious had become difficult to swallow, especially the wheat bran, which was stuck in his throat.

The water also became bland and tasteless, with a faint watery smell.

Old Vic didn't dare to ask Qin Ran for food.

Because, when this thought just rose in Old Vic's heart, Qin Ran was swept by a gaze.

The coercion contained in his eyes made Old Vic feel suffocated, and there was an illusion of an ancient beast chewing slowly in front of him.

Can't speak!

If you ask for it, you will be killed!

No, no!

It's eaten!

The information brought by the hallucination was accurately received by Old Vic.

In the next half hour, Old Vic not only trembled, but also didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, for fear of disturbing Qin Ran's 'eating'.

That's right, eating!

Old Vic had never seen a person who would protect food like Qin Ran.

Only some beasts have it.

Of course, old Vic didn't dare to say such words at all.

Undoubtedly, this lunch is destined to be tormenting.

When he saw Qin Ran put away the kettle, Old Vic really breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't wait to pick up those necessary props and hit the road faster than before.

Soon, they came to the front of the hill.

Old Vic looked down.

When he touched a palm-sized stone, Old Vic had a happy face.

"Found it, sir!"

As he spoke, Old Vic pushed the stone hard.

Click.

With the sound of the machine spring, a secret door appeared on the ground in front of the hill.

The secret door is not closed, it is open from the moment it appears.

A thick, sun-obscuring black smoke erupted from the front of the hill, enveloping Old Vic, who was standing there.

And Qin Ran was already at the moment when the smoke erupted, and the whole person dodged to the side.

However, the black smoke did not give up.

Like a maggot on a tarsal bone, it attacked Qin Ran.

"Adults don't need to resist."

"This is a necessary process to enter the 'Secret City', as long as we are in it, we can let the rooster crow to dispel the darkness and see the dawn!"

Old Vic, who was in the black smoke, reminded Qin Ran loudly.

This is not the first time.

Along the way, Old Vic told him several times.

But just like the first time, Qin Ran also didn't want to be shrouded in this black smoke.

Boldly placed in the process set by the 'broker', as long as Qin Ran was not stupid, he would not do it.

Not to mention...... Dawn.

Isn't it always in his hands?