A black shadow walked in the middle of the early morning crowd, dressed in a black robe with strange silver-gray lines, carrying a black suitcase, walking silently like a ghost.

No one around was surprised by this, at most only curious or wary eyes, but their footsteps and movements did not change in the slightest.

From time to time, tired men could be seen coming out of nearby buildings, and occasionally the shadows of goblins and lust demons could be seen flashing. Here, everyone seems to have let go of their fighting nature as creatures, and a contradictory harmony makes the atmosphere strange and suffocating.

This is Qingguo Avenue, one of the most orderly places in the City of Fortune, and one of the core areas.

Complete chaos can only lead to self-destruction, and the mere extraction of wealth without a place to spend it will only degenerate exploitation by the exploiters into a bad instinct. In response to this demand, Qingguo Avenue was born.

Here there is no strife, and whoever breaks the rules will surely die.

Of course, "here" only refers to the street.

A drunken man staggered down the street and accidentally bumped into the man in the black robe and fell.

"Are you alright?"

The man in the black robe reached out and gently held him down. Beneath the black robe, a slightly hoarse magnetic voice came.

"Uh......" the man hiccuped, "it's okay, thanks, brother." ”

"You're welcome."

A gentle hoarse voice came from under the black robe, and the suitcase trembled slightly, and the gray-black vines came out of it like snakes, biting the neck of the passer-by man.

"Ahem...... Ha ......" The man's mouth was wide open, completely out of breath.

The ash-like vines made a sizzling sound where they touched the skin, and a scorching smell suddenly hit the nostrils.

Suddenly, cold eyes stabbed from everywhere, and the black-robed figure was suddenly locked by the rising momentum.

"Excuse me, everyone." The man in the black robe was not shocked at all, bowed slightly politely, and bowed apologetically to the people around him.

The graceful temperament of a conductor in a concert hall contrasted sharply with the passerby men around him who struggled like wild dogs waiting to be slaughtered but could not spit out even a syllable, and even more highlighted the extraordinary bearing of the black-robed spellcaster.

He walked casually towards a corner with his suitcase as if he were leading a dog. The suitcase opened slightly, and a vine that seemed to be made of ashes stretched out of the crack and wrapped tightly around the neck of the middle-aged man behind him, and the man could only follow the black-robed man like a dog.

Seeing that this black-robed man was very polite and pulled the people behind him into the alley, the eyes that stayed on him left one by one, and finally only a cold gaze stared at him tightly until he completely disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

The middle-aged man whose neck was tightly wrapped around the hot vines was about to cry.

The scorching vines exuded unbearable heat, and his neck was already scorched as if it had been pressed down by a soldering iron. A little further away from where the vines were bound, large dense patches of small blisters bulged on the reddened skin.

The vocal cords are pressed by the vines in a special way, and they are completely unable to speak; The trachea was almost torn by the heat, and it was itchy and painful.

Even if you are a little behind, I am afraid that your fragile neck will be directly torn off by this fire-like vine; But if he was too far forward, the vines that were bent in front of him would drag the vines around his neck forward because of the weight of the vines themselves.

He could only try his best to maintain the same pace as the person in front of him, following him step by step, not daring to take a step ahead of him or a step behind. As for the idea of fighting with the person in front of him, he didn't even dare to think about it.

As a priest of the Lord of the Shadows, he had a lot of experience in assassination after entering the Bronze Rank five years ago, and he had successfully assassinated even a Silver Ranker. But even those silver-level powerhouses had never brought him the same tingling sense of fear as this guy in front of him.

He now regretted why he had taken on the task of finding and assassinating a blighted person in the first place.

If you think about it, you know, how can the withered who dare to enter the city of wealth be provoked by a bronze-level scum like himself?

After the first assassination was detected, the middle-aged Assassin unleashed a magic technique to detect humanoids to detect the withered in front of him.

But to his surprise, his magic seemed to fall into the air, and he didn't see anything.

Next, he tried his best to launch a secret insight of the Six Rings Divine Technique, but it was still like a mud cow entering the sea, and it didn't stir up any waves.

Suddenly, the inexplicable fear turned into an electric current, climbing all the way up from the back of the spine, biting on the back of the head.

That's it...... He had seen powerful men who ignored hidden insights.

Just like the Pope of the Lord of Darkness, as an existence that is even more powerful than the Golden Tier, relying only on the spirit of being connected to the Lord of Darkness at all times is enough for him to ignore the detection magic below the sixth ring.

If the withered person in front of him was a strong person of that level, then no matter how hard he struggled, he would have no life.

stared at the flawed back, but the middle-aged man could only humbly bow his head, spread his hands, and desperately said that he had no malice.

It must have been a deliberate flaw. No, if it is a strong person of this level, I am afraid that there is no so-called vital point on his body.

He would lead himself into the shadows, surely because he wanted to know something. The priest of the Lord of Darkness is so sure.

In order to keep himself alive, the priest of the Lord of Darkness desperately thinks that he has something to sell.

In the teachings of the Lord of Darkness, there are also several articles that advocate "tearing up the contract without punishment" and "selling what you can sell". He can be said to have no psychological shadow in doing this kind of thing.

He's a father. He also has his own daughter to support.

You can't die here.

He had already made up his mind that even if this strong man wanted to know the secrets of the Lord of Darkness, he would tell them.

Under the terrible heat, the skin on his neck had already cracked. As long as his movements were a little bigger, his neck, which was tightly bound by the vines of ash, would be directly broken.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he was a bronze streak with vigorous vitality, he would have fainted and lost consciousness half a minute ago.

Even now, the hot air was pouring into his lungs, the lungs were burning, the fluid in his lungs had begun to dry out, and he began to feel his eyes glaze out from the lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, the pressure on his neck loosened - it took him a full three seconds before he realized that he was not dead.

But then, the icy cold wind sprayed on the scorched black of his fragile neck, bringing a sharp pain that was more painful than the scorching, as if he had been cut by ten thousand knives.

Even though his neck was no longer bound, he felt that the intense hypoxia sensation in his lungs had not been reduced much. He was suffering from a constant lack of oxygen.

After thirty seconds of heat restraint, even a full-rank assassin could easily kill him.

He wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarser than he expected: "I will speak, I will say anything." ”

"Very good, you're very interesting."

The black-robed Blighter's tone was more gentle than elegant. But after experiencing first-hand what this man could do, the assassins of the Lord of Darkness did not dare to underestimate him.

"First of all, I want to know, who sent you?"

"The leader of the Locks of the Green Fruit."

He replied immediately.

"I heard that the lock of green fruit entered a new batch yesterday? For example, a pair of mountain people siblings? ”

Yes.

He tried to answer, but found that his vocal cords could barely vibrate, so he could only nod his head.

The expression of the black-robed man in front of him was shrouded in thick shadows, but the priest of the Lord of Darkness seemed to feel him smiling.

"So, have you heard the rumors of the Brain Eater?"

Brain-eating demon?

The priest of the Lord of Darkness searched his mind, but he had no impression of it.

He shook his head. In order to avoid misunderstanding by the blighter in front of him, he desperately explained in a voice that was almost silent: "No...... I really didn't listen...... Really ......"

Broken words squeezed out from between his teeth, and the more he couldn't speak, the more nervous he became, but the more nervous he was, the more he couldn't speak.

Just as he was sweating nervously, a warm hand gently patted his right shoulder.

"Relax, child," the snake-like hoarse voice sounded as moving as the prayers of the saints, "and you are not wrong. You're good to go. ”

…… OK? Let's go?

He could hardly believe it.

"What? Don't want to go? ”

No! I do! Willing!

The priest of the Lord of Darkness did shed tears. He was moved by the compassion of the man in front of him, and almost shook his faith for more than ten years.

Because his throat could barely make a sound, he could only kneel down and kowtow a few times to show his gratitude, and then, fearing that the withered would regret it, he crawled out of the alley.

As he finally left the alley, he unconsciously glanced back.

The black-robed figure was hidden in the deepest darkness, as hideous and dangerous as an amorphous beast.

Just as he was trying to discern the dividing line between the benevolent wither's black robe and the darkness around him, the pain of blunt striking came from the back of his head, and his eyes went black.

The last impression was not the pain in the neck, but the warm left hand that slapped on the right shoulder.

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