Qin Ran entered the 'Winter Night War' as a representative of the herdsmen.

Qin Ran did not forget this.

Because, this identity not only qualified him to enter the 'Winter Night War', but also kept him in check.

He represents Ai.

He couldn't do anything out of character.

Therefore, even if he knew that there were good things in this city, Qin Ran needed to restrain himself to find them.

Although it's just a transaction.

But after making a promise, Qin Ran would not repent.

But!

Now it's different!

Something unexpected happened!

The big man who organized this 'Winter Night War' turned out to be setting up a game.

No matter what the other party wanted to do, Qin Ran was unrestrained.

Even Whitrek, who made a deal with Qin Ran, had nothing to say under such a premise.

Even, the other party will approve of him doing something 'self-helping'!

That's right!

It's 'self-help'!

No one can let him 'sit still'!

However, Qin Ran was not in a hurry to act immediately.

He wanted to know what the big man and the crimson skeleton were trying to do.

Or more accurately, what they're planning.

"Outside?"

Qin Ran muttered to himself in a low voice.

The empty lunch box in his hand was put back in his backpack, and then he took out another lunch box and put it next to the campfire.

And in the bottom of his heart, Qin Ran silently contacted the upper evil spirits.

Under the power of countless contracts.

The distance where the upper evil spirit was located did not exist at all for Qin Ran.

Even across space!

……

Drip, drip!

The communicator on Dalifen's waist rang.

He looked at what was displayed in the communicator on his waist, and his face immediately sank.

The middle-aged man who was still snoring at the last moment, as if he was drunk, turned over and stood up.

"What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"See for yourself!"

After handing the communicator to the middle-aged man, Dalifen turned around and walked down the mountain.

The middle-aged man glanced at the contents of the communicator.

Immediately, without saying a word, he followed.

The content on the communicator is very simple, just one sentence -

The weird camp entered early, and the herdsmen and Inhumans suffered heavy losses.

With the roar of the engine, the car driven by Dalifen rushed towards a hidden camp ten kilometers away from the hill.

Bang!

Dalifen had no intention of stepping on the brakes at all, and the solid wood barricade was directly hit by the modified off-road vehicle.

The menacing Dalifen pushed away the guards who came up to ask questions, and rushed into the tent in the center of the camp with the middle-aged man.

"Shylock, tell me!"

"What happened?"

"Why did the weird get in early?"

Dalifen questioned the man in the tent.

The man named Shylock glanced at Dalifen, then lowered his head and looked at the communicator on the table without saying a word.

Under the light of the tent, wisps of white hair emerged from the man's blonde hair, wrinkles escaped from the corners of his eyes, and his face, which should have been handsome, looked a little old at this time.

But that kind of calmness gives the other party another kind of mature charm.

Touch!

"Answer me!"

Dalifen slammed the table and yelled.

And Shylock remained indifferent.

Even the next moment, Dalifen grabbed him by the collar, it was the same.

"Bastard!"

"Speak!"

Dalifen roared.

"Say what?"

"Tell you the casualty figures?"

"Or are you going to rush in and take out the weirdos?"

Shylock asked coldly.

"Then you're going to do nothing?"

Dalifen asked.

"I've done it!"

"Before you come!"

"Now, I'm waiting for news!"

Shylock replied.

Dalifen looked Shylock in the eye, and the latter stared at him without flinching.

Eventually, Dalifen let go of his hand.

After he breathed several times, his eyes finally calmed.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Dalifen asked.

"Weird broke the rules."

Shylock replied.

"I know!"

"Which bastard am I asking?"

"I'm going to break its neck!"

Dalifen said through gritted teeth.

"Investigating!"

Shylock said coldly.

And just as the voice fell, the communicator on the table rang, and Shylock directly connected to the communicator.

"I, Shylock."

Shylock said.

"Shylock, we're in big trouble."

"I suggest you bring everyone to me."

"Lord Victor has been killed!"

The voice of the communicator could not hide the trembling.

The voice in the communicator clearly reached the tent, and the angry Dalifen and the middle-aged man were stunned.

Victor!

A seemingly ordinary name!

But all the people on the mysterious side know what the name represents.

Fair!

Preciseness!

Anything will be treated fairly in front of the other party's eyes!

Just like the mythical 'judges', all injustices will be hidden, and all grievances will be revealed.

In fact, Victor has long been referred to as the 'Inquisitor'.

Those who have received Victor's help are called Victor in this way.

Among them, there are also some weirdness.

Some harmless but persecuted weirdness.

Because of these strange additions, Victor's name as 'Inquisitor' has long been spread.

And that happened 20 years ago.

Right now?

Anyone who mentions Victor will add the honorific title of an adult.

Even the heroes of one place are no exception.

Free One is the best example of this!

It was because the weird entered ahead of time that he was extremely angry, and his head was dizzy at this time, he couldn't imagine that those weirdos were so bold and dared to attack Victor.

You know, by doing so, you're provoking a war!

"Are those guys crazy?"

Omit muttered in a low voice.

Because, the peculiarities of the turquoise family.

Lesbian absolutely does not want to see the emergence of war.

You must know that although the Songshi family has the identity of an alien, the source of the essence is strange.

In peacetime, such an identity may be nothing, and it can even be said that it is left and right, but in times of war, such an identity is not destined to be trusted.

Humans will think they are weird.

Weird, remembering what they did.

"Damn it!"

He cursed in a low voice, but his actions were definitely not slow, and his whole body turned into a streamer, flying towards another camp at a rapid pace.

Spooky camp.

Transparent, translucent, strange-shaped creatures gather in this basin with the back to the shade.

However, at this time, they are not a little hideous or terrifying.

On the contrary, on the face that usually seemed hideous and terrifying, there was confusion.

As for the reason for the confusion, it was the corpse in the middle of the camp.

A headless and mutilated corpse sat there.

Seriously, it's almost impossible to call it a corpse.

It's a pile of skeletons with rotten flesh hanging from them.

They remember very well that a group of ghouls suddenly attacked the camp.

Disagreeing with the weirdness that can be communicated, these ghouls are extremely bernic, not afraid of death, and a few witch people mixed in with them have caused quite a lot of trouble for these weirdos.

However, looking at this corpse in front of me, all the weirdness knows that the real trouble has just begun.

Victor is dead!

Dead in their camp!

What's more......

The fragment of the [Philosopher's Stone] on his body is gone.

When the body was found, there was a strange and thorough search for everything.

No Philosopher's Stone fragments were found.

The worst thing is that the fragment of the [Philosopher's Stone] was on Victor's body before, and there are strange and curious fragments of the [Philosopher's Stone] that I want to take a look.

In this regard, Victor did not refuse.

Although Victor was fair and serious at trial, most of the time, the other party was a kind person.

Not just for humans, but also for weirdness.

Even, this time Victor did not bring any guards and put his foothold in the weird camp, also to prove his trust in weirdness.

It's just that......

The results were brutal.

Victor died in the attack.

With the death of the other person, everything changes!

It becomes indefensible!

No proof required!

Everyone will think that they coveted the [Philosopher's Stone] and killed Victor.

Even, in the weird camp at this time, many weirdos have already looked at each other, and even they themselves are wondering if there are weirdos who are taking risks.

Victor is a nice guy.

No one will deny this.

But the temptation of the [Philosopher's Stone], no one denies it.

"Who was protecting Lord Victor before?"

A strange man with scales all over his body asked.

"It's me, Lord Du."

The translucent body floated in the air, with the strange appearance of a young woman, and replied in a low voice, its gaze full of grief as it looked at the headless corpse.

"Hmm."

"You're damned!"

As soon as the strange scaly armor raised its hand, a flame enveloped the translucent female ghost.

The latter saw the flames, but had no intention of dodging.

Let the flames fall on you.

It failed to protect Victor and was willing to accept his death and apologize.

It's just that when the flames burned it, it suddenly felt a breath.

A very familiar one!

The breath of the Philosopher's Stone!

Suddenly, it struggled.

It roared—

"It's you!"

"You killed Lord Victor!"

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