It was an ordinary night, dark clouds were thick, and the dark sky could not show half of the moonlight. The wind howled like a knife, and there was a faint thunderstorm, and soon a heavy rain poured down, and the brushes and brushes hit the empty road, splashing the slightest rain.

The townspeople have long closed their doors and windows, and their families are reunited in the warm rooms, enjoying the tranquility of the storm, and in the midst of the storm, there are occasional passers-by in a hurry looking for a place to hide from the rain, stepping through the deep depression of stagnant water, lonely and hurried. The scholars of the Imperial Royal Academy have an interesting theory that the prosperity of a colony depends on how lively the night scene is, and the residents of these remote towns are obviously unaware of this advanced economic theory, but they can still curse in the deserted streets and cold, damp rainy days: what a ghost place.

Just one rain can stop the town's nighttime activities, keep the shops closed, and the restaurants closed.

Except for one place, the inn.

It's a place familiar to all travelers and adventurers, a place to stay for the weary at all times, and a welcoming shopkeeper who can serve up a steaming meal and a refreshing ale while you're in charge, but the premise of this qiē is that you have enough money in your pocket, of course.

On such a rainy day when you can't work, hotels are the best place for some homeless people.

The door lamp with a dim yellow light swayed in the wind and rain, waving a faint halo of light, illuminating the name of the "big wine pot" on the slightly decayed wooden sign, and the people who came in the rain showed a hint of joy in their eyes, shook the rain on their bodies under the eaves, and pushed open the door of the hotel with **.

A familiar wave of rotting heat came over the face.

The noisy people glanced warily at him as he pushed the door in, and then relaxed, and several people greeted the bearded man, who seemed to be companions.

The bearded man punched a drunken roadblocker to the ground, and walked over to his companion amid the curses and cheers of the others, and he sat down in the seat that his companion had specially left, snapped his fingers, and the boss understood, expertly poured a large glass of crude but strong liquor, and pushed it over.

Half a glass of liquor went down his stomach, and the hot burning sensation went down the esophagus, dispelling the chill all over his body, and the bearded strong man put down the wine glass, moved his scarred right hand, and suddenly cursed: "What the hell! ”

His companion, a skinny little man, sneered, "Hell in this weather, it's just two days off, are you going to be caught by those nosy guys while you're working?" I heard that the scorpion and the red wolf are on their knees. ”

Hearing this, his face twitched violently, and he slammed the bar hard.

They are so-called "freelancers", i.e. freelance mercenaries who are not formally accredited, and they are of the less popular kind. These people did not go to the Mercenary Guild to obtain the mercenary qualification certificate, nor did they go through the formal rank assessment and evaluation, and are not protected by the laws of various countries, and correspondingly, they do not have to be subject to the discipline of the Mercenary Guild. They do all kinds of work, either for survival or for enjoyment, and often do morally condemned lawlessness - this is the way this world is, wolves eat sheep, sheep eat grass, and bad people can live better, they are just abiding by this dark law creed, and are willing to live like this until they have earned enough money, or die.

However, there are always some nosy guys in this world, taking the Holy See as an example, every year there are clergymen who travel all over the place, and they have to take care of it when they encounter idle things, and other big forces also have the habit of traveling to study, whenever these high-ranking masters decide to hoe the strong and help the weak, these free mercenaries who wander in the gray area will be the first to be unlucky, and the beard thinks that these are all jokes, but when this kind of thing is likely to fall on his head, he can't laugh a little.

"Damn, it's so remote here, what are you going to do!" He cursed under his breath.

"This time it's different......" The thin companion lowered his voice, and a look of fear appeared on the face of the sharp-beaked monkey, "I heard that this nosy idea is very prickly, and his temper is weird, so I like to run in such a remote place, I heard that he is a necromancer......"

Necromancer - the title is like a spell, and it causes a strange silence.

If you are bumped into by a clergyman, you may be beaten and then handed over to the local judicial authorities for disposal, even if you do a lot of bad things, and you meet a fierce person, at most you will be killed with a sword, but if you are hit by a necromancer......

Suck the blood, drain the soul, rot the muscles, strengthen the bones, refine the skeletons, and never be at peace.

A person who spends all day with the soul of the dead, is good at all kinds of cruel and mysterious negative energy spells, has a expressionless face, is cruel and ferocious, this is the whole impression of a necromancer.

Such a killer star has come here?

Several people shuddered, but heard the little man continue: "I heard that this necromancer is fierce and vicious, murderous, and very terrifying. It is said that his face was half rotted, and he used mysterious alchemy to refine himself into a half-undead, half-puppet body, his right arm was cut off, and then a large sharp scissors were installed, and he liked to cut off a person's limbs, and then slowly cut off his flesh, hollowing out all his internal organs, while using powerful necromancy to hang the man's life, so that he could watch himself slowly be dismembered and shattered - everyone called him, the Ripper. ”

The little man's voice was very demagogic, and everyone seemed to be there, and they saw a necromancer wearing a gray cloak, a large pair of scissors peeking out of his right arm, and a rotting face slowly walking towards them—everyone shuddered, and the bearded man suppressed the fear in his heart and said angrily: "Huck, shut up! ”

He tried to calm down and said viciously: "I have been obediently staying in the store for the past few days, and I am not allowed to act privately, and I am not allowed to go to women!" Let's avoid the limelight these days! ”

He looked at the other companion on the other side, who had been drinking with his head down, and asked with a frown, "Jace, you are the most well-informed, have you heard any specific information about this ripper recently?" I don't want those rumors, it's specific eyewitness information! For example, what does he look like, what is his personality, and how strong is he!? ”

"The Ripper's Appearance......" The man named Jace kept his head down, his voice sounded slowly, dull and hoarse, but strangely, every time he spit out a word, his tone became sharper, as if it was like the sonorous sound of metal rubbing, and finally, the voice of the human became strange and harsh, Jace suddenly raised his head and smiled fiercely at everyone, "Does it look like me?" ”

The half-rotten face suddenly appeared in front of several people, the dark green eyes flashed with a strange light, Jace showed a crazy smile, raised his right hand hidden in the sleeve of the robe, and the terrifying big scissors deftly opened and closed a few times, making a sonorous sound, and the sharp laughter was connected together, and it sounded in everyone's ears: "Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it, isn't it......"

The pupils of the beard suddenly shrank into a line, he staggered back, and turned back to seek help from others, but at some point, the lively inn had become silent, the ceiling, walls and floors were covered with blood, and the people who had been drinking and bragging together had become disintegrating pieces of meat, and organs and scraps of meat were thrown all over the ground, and as soon as he came back to his senses, he felt a tightness on his neck, and his strong body had been forcibly lifted by the neck of the screaming monster in front of him, the cold scissor hand, It's slowly reaching out to him, slowly reaching out......

Bearded could no longer contain the fear in his heart, and let out a sharp scream, his voice could be heard far away through the walls of the inn, but no one knew what was going on here on this stormy and rainy night.

No one could save him.

“…… That's it, and the entrusted task isn't very difficult. Sigma kicked the unconscious beard to the ground, and there were five or six people lying in the store, all of them with fear on their faces, even if they were unconscious, they were trying to struggle in pain, and the necromancer sat on the seat of the bar, holding his chin, pondering for a long time, and suddenly said, "I didn't think I was scared by Luluwei all day long, but this time, I didn't expect to use illusions and spiritual spells to pretend to be ghosts to scare people, it's also quite interesting." ”

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PS1: Update complete, ask for recommendation votes.

ps2: Well, recommend a book, Sister Shanshui's "Restricted Lord", I can be said to have grown up watching this book, summoning the great lord and the first demon in history are impressed, I heard that Sister Shanshui has been missing for three or four years, and when I returned to my mother's house, I was already a young woman with three daughters, and what was born during this period, it was really puzzling (contemplation).

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