If there was a world where there would be so many weak humans who could kill with just one finger, walking into this town at a normal speed, wanting not to be noticeable but not thinking that their appearance itself was attracting people's eyes, and it was rare to see a black robe.

The houses made of earth and stone indicate the dilapidated nature of the place, but there are still many pedestrians walking on the road, wondering if they are aimless or have a certain purpose.

The shape of the Hades Lord has attracted not only a dozen glances, but hundreds of glances when he walks in, several of which have obvious probing meanings, and he has Lin Feng's memory in his mind, so he naturally knows that this place is now an S-class killing copy.

What is certain is that there are definitely no less than three people who have just probed him are the players of this S-class killing dungeon, and they all retaliate fiercely against those eyes with the intention of probing.

Behind the walls of these rooms, several people were holding their heads and screaming at the same time.

The road in the town was at least paved with small stones, much better than the one, and I found an inn and walked in, where there was a human-high stove with a lot of dust piled up underneath, a hanging oil lamp that exuded the power of the elements, and many old paintings on the walls.

One of them is a world full of scorched earth and flowing magma, with no figures on it, and this painting is also placed at the end without even a signature.

Of course, these were just curiosity to him, not to mention the fact that there was only one painting in this place that was different from each other, and even the dyes used in the paintings and the things written in the paintings were different depending on the color tones.

It is only possible to draw such a land and a world if you have really seen the past, and it is really a joke to make up and fantasize about it, and I focus more on the painting and fall into contemplation but do not realize that there is a person standing next to him.

Awakened from his memories, looking at the waitress with a formulaic smile next to him, the underworld master also knew that he would lose his vigilance, but such a weak human would not have any effect even if he sneaked up at any time, but such an obvious weakness was a weakness!

"Do you know who painted this picture?" He pointed to the painting in front of him that had made him fall into memory, and asked the waiter next to him, of course, not expecting any answer.

"I'm sorry, I don't know, if it's the boss, I might know a little more." Shaking his head, the waiter's answer did not disappoint the underworld, after all, he had never had hope, and where did the disappointment come from, but he was just a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Nodding his head to understand, he followed the waiter to a table, he didn't have the so-called money, but there were some things that were more precious than money, let alone this dilapidated town.

Placing the blood notes in his hand on the table, the constant aura made the people around him feel an evil power, and a purple-red crystal placed on the table emitted a brilliant light and halo, which was what fell from the few wandering demons who were killed.

In his eyes, it is useless, but in the hands of these ordinary people, it is a very useful energy source, at least it is such a crystal that keeps the oil lamp shining, and it is not pure and a lot of impurities are mixed in it, and the obviously better one of the underworld is more valuable.

He didn't need to think about the value of this crystal at all, at least after he took it out, several greedy eyes around him had already told him about the same value, of course, these people looked at it, and if they dared to think of robbing, blood would tell them the price.

It seemed that he felt his malice, and several glances were retracted, and as for the few eyes that were still constantly glancing, there was no need for the underworld to warn, after all, for these guys who didn't know whether to live or die, they only needed to be killed like pinching dead ants.

"Dare to ask this lord, this blood diamond ......" rubbed his palm with a piece of white silk, and did not show a greedy gaze like the others, but was very disdainful of those guys, but did not show it obviously, and bent down and put his posture very low.

"I need a room and food, and this thing is yours." Directly pushed the crystal over, and there was no reluctance on his face, but a few people had heartache on their faces, just like they were the ones who sent things, and of course they were relieved.

"Kill crystals can be given as you like, fuchsia can at least give a good thing." Seeing that the crystal was carefully wrapped in silk by the boss and put in the cabinet, a young man sitting by the window touched his chest with a grief-stricken look.

"Kill Crystal?" Whispering suspiciously, the Hades Lord seemed to have found the same memory in Lin Feng's mind and ignored the difference in names.

Of course, the appearance he just now was also seen by the young man, just now the young man was still a member of the crystal eye, but after hearing the whisper of the underworld's doubts, he smiled, he would be puzzled by that name and how powerful, it was definitely a copy character.

And it's the kind of very powerful copy character, at least the young man has fought with that wandering demon a few times on the way over, and the attribute ability of more than twenty levels is not sure to kill the opponent.

Instead of choosing to go directly to contact, he walked upstairs with a wine glass, and it was necessary to continue to observe because he could not fully confirm his identity at any point just now.

The Lord of the Underworld didn't know that he was being remembered, of course, even if he knew it, it didn't matter, calculations and tricks were useless in the face of absolute strength, and after getting this crystal, the innkeeper's attitude towards him obviously changed several notches.

Bending down, he invited him to a separate room to entertain him personally.

"Supposedly you know where that painting came from?" In the room, he pointed to the ancient painting outside, and the underworld did not move the food in front of him, but first asked about the origin of the ancient painting.

"I don't know much about this painting, but what I do know is that it was once one of the collections of the Witch Resor in this town." Squinting his eyes at the painting of the Immortal Lord, the innkeeper smiled, "I can give it to you if you want." ”

"But the magician...... When can I call him by his first name? This time it was really curious what the innkeeper would say, after all, the concept of hierarchy is a rigid limit.