The Bloodhoof Tavern is one of the liveliest taverns in Nethertown, and has a high reputation in Netherworld. No one dares to make trouble here.

It was really the best time for business in the tavern, and the deafening sound of heavy metal rock echoed through the tavern. The dancing girls on the bar, with surprisingly few clothes, swung frantically around a steel pipe and swayed their flexible waists. Her long hair was scattered so that it was impossible to see her face.

The audience was crowded with vicious marauders, dressed in tattered leather jackets and yelling wildly at the bar, the scars on their faces flushed red, and even the green tendons on their necks bulged.

Raindrops of coins poured down on the bar, and the atmosphere in the tavern was as if it were about to boil.

Li Mu stood in the corner, looking at the dancer on the stage with a complicated face, she was Huang Sihe, the most popular dancer in the entire Bloodhoof Tavern. She even made the entire Nethertown go crazy for her.

She may have deliberately forgotten the painful and painful experiences of growing up, and her memories leaped from childhood to adulthood almost instantly.

Suddenly, the crowd under the bar suddenly stirred, and a group of men in black split up like sharks in the water and walked towards the stage.

"Miss Monsha, our boss invites you to go up for a drink."

A strong man in black at the head looked up and said.

His words immediately angered the marauders who were gathered around, and a fat marauder with a skeleton tattooed on his arm stepped forward and stood in front of the man in black.

"What kind of thing is your boss, dare to ask Mengsha to accompany him."

The marauders were never the ones to swallow their breath, and a group of marauders were clamoring behind him. The entire tavern was so crowded that it almost swallowed up the men in black.

"Bang!"

With a dull gunshot, the head of the predator exploded, and the skull fragments, along with the brain, sprayed the faces of the people behind him.

All the marauders were stunned, they didn't expect anyone to dare to shoot in the Bloodhoof Tavern. The tavern thugs who would usually rush out whenever there was a conflict and brawl did not appear at this time, allowing this group of men in black to take Huang Sihe away.

Li Mu's eyes narrowed, and he saw the skeleton tattoos that appeared under the sleeves of those black-clothed people when they waved their arms, which were the logos of the Yin Corpse Gang.

Huang Sihe was ushered into a luxuriously decorated box. A middle-aged man with oily hair and a pink face and a cotton gauze suit hurriedly greeted her and whispered orders to her.

"Alas, Mengsha, this guest has a great background, you have to serve well."

He is none other than the owner of the Bloodhoof Tavern.

"Look at the sweat on your body, the makeup is all spent, hurry up and rearrange it."

As he spoke, he handed her the vanity case and the towel.

Huang Sihe just nodded blankly, she always believed that her sister was still alive, so she worked hard to earn money, and issued a task to find her sister in Yin Corpse Town, and used all her savings as a reward for the mission.

There was a toilet in the box, and she walked in and wiped her sweaty face. I opened the vanity case and drew it carefully.

She has grown up a lot, the facial features on her face are long, charming and enchanting, and there is only a pair of eyes with a rare trace of childhood. Her face was pale, her skin was thin, and the meridians on her face were clearly visible. Even with the expensive foundation shipped from Zhongzhou, it still couldn't hide the exhaustion on her face and the despair that emanated from the inside out.

There were two men sitting in the box, surrounded by thugs standing in a circle, clearly divided into two factions.

On one side is an obscene man wearing a traditional Zhuxia robe, a melon skin hat, and a mouse whisker. On the other side is a Hindustan man wearing a traditional Hindustan robe with a rich face.

The two of them have just finished trading and will inspect the goods in the transaction.

The Hindustan man held a dark blue potion in his hand, and bubbles kept coming out of it. It was a precious earth-star leech superpower potion. The rat-whiskered man was holding a magnificent sapphire.

At the end of the inspection, both of them nodded in satisfaction and locked the goods into the small box.

"Miss Monsha is the most beautiful girl in our Yin Corpse Town, I hope Mr. Kazik enjoys it."

The rat-bearded man stretched out his hand and pointed at Huang Sihe, who was standing on the side, with a lewd smile on his face, and raised an eyebrow at Kazik.

Kazike, who was sitting opposite him, was handcuffing a small box in his hand, and looked up to see Huang Sihe standing on the side, a pair of soybean-sized eyes suddenly lit up, and his face showed a covetous look. He hadn't seen such a beautiful woman for a long time, and he nodded again and again, very satisfied with the arrangement of the Yin Corpse Gang.

There was a large bed for customers in the box, and everyone left the box in tacit agreement to make room for Kazik, who was a little impatient.

The red on the big bed was rolled up, and it took a long time to stop.

When he was done, Kazik drank a glass of water, picked up a small drum decorated with fine patterns and scalded gold wire from the bedside table, and sang an old Hindustani folk song to the beat.

This is the hymn that the Hindustani people pray for Yama, and the most devout believers will sing and pray for Him before going to bed.

Huang Sihe originally just listened indifferently, and she could only use this expression to hide her hatred for the Hindustan people in her heart. But when she saw the drum face, her body suddenly stiffened.

The drum, smooth and delicate, has an irregular mark on the drum surface.

"My lord, where did this drum come from?"

A sweet smile suddenly bloomed on her face, and she asked Kazik

"This drum was given to me by a clan, and the sound is very beautiful."

Kazik stroked the smooth drum with his hand and slapped a few syllables.

"Which tribe is it, it's so beautiful, I want such a drum too."

Huang Sihe pressed his soft chest against Kazik's body, holding his arms and shaking them.

"Haha, it's from the Vedonic tribe, but you can't get a drum from them, I'll bring one for you next time I come over."

Kazik was already fascinated by her beauty, and did not notice the slightest strangeness on her face.

It didn't take long for Kazik, who had consumed too much physical strength, to snore like thunder. Huang Sihe put on his pajamas and climbed out of bed. On the table in the room was also a midnight snack brought from downstairs, two well-grilled steaks. Although the steak is cold, it still has an attractive smell.

Huang Sihe's target was not the steak, but the knife on the side.

She pressed the pillow against Kazik's face, picked up the knife, and stabbed it straight into his jaw, into his brain. In his sleep, Kazik snorted, his limbs twitched for a moment, and then he stopped moving. Blood spurted out, staining the pillow blood-red.

Letting go of the pillow he was pressing, Huang Sihe didn't look at Kazike who was standing like a dead pig. She fell to her knees, hugged the drum, and cried suppressedly.

Tears dripped down the drum surface, wetting the marks on the drum surface.

Her sister has a birthmark on her back, which is exactly the same as this mark.