Chapter 379: He's Your Enemy
The redhead continued to walk forward, but instead of going straight into the confines of the palatial buildings, she went all the way down the avenue to the back.
"Is there anything special about this?" Qiu Xuan followed her silently, watching the other party seem to be familiar with the other party, picking a corner and squatting down to hide himself in the night, and said softly: "Do you have any special codes or passages?" β
"Not really." Redhead shook his head at her, "If you want to enter the black market, you can just walk in through the main entrance, but now we have one more thing to do." β
As she spoke, she held her breath as if she was completely at one with the night, so Qiu Xuan also squatted down next to her. The two hid in the night and waited for a while, and just when Qiu Xuan's leg was numb and wanted to change legs, the red hair suddenly opened his eyes.
"That's him."
The short-haired woman raised her hand and pushed Qiu Xuan, motioning her to look up. I saw that where the other party was pointing, there were two men who couldn't tell their age, one of them seemed to be drunk and stumbled and unsteady on his feet, and the other was holding the person with a little disgust between his movements.
"He's my enemy." The redhead calmly pointed to the one of the two who was standing more sane, "We'll kill him." β
"No, don't you wait," Qiu Xuan squatted on one leg with one hand, pressing the completely numb leg with one hand. "He's your enemy, why do you say 'we' killed him, it's none to do with me."
"I thought we were working together?" Of course, the red-haired man glanced at her, "Moreover, he has an order on him that he snatched from me before, and it is for this order that I specially inquired about his location today and came to the black market." After that, if we want to actually go in, we have to hold this order in our hands. β
"What is it?"
The redhead's eyes were a little colder. "Human bones."
β¦β¦
"Hey, haven't you vomited, I still have a game over there."
Erso stood in the cold wind of the night and held the arm of the drunken man next to him with one hand, and the man leaned over and retched twice, and when he saw that what came out again was some sour water, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand.
"Youβif you have something to do, go first...... Hiccup," the man regurgitated again. "I'm not a big deal, when I recover, I can go back by myself."
"Are you alright?" Urso looked at him suspiciously several times, but finally turned around hesitantly. "Okay, then be careful yourself, we'll see you the day after tomorrow."
"It's really, it's fine, Hiccup! β¦β¦ Erso, be careful, be careful. β
"What did you say?"
"Be careful, be careful, doom ......"
As the voice faded down, nothing could be heard clearly, and only the drunken man was left in the narrow passage sitting alone on the ground to sober up.
Uso couldn't tell what he was talking about for a long time, and after a snort, he turned and walked into the familiar fork in the road that had been walked many times.
It wasn't originally a road for people to walk, but because there were too many people taking shortcuts through the trail from here, the mud underneath was trampled flat and grinded out a path.
Urso walked on the shortcut he had experienced several times, and suddenly shivered from the cold.
Is it too cold?
The man frowned and glanced at the dark sky, and the cold wind that swirled at night blew on him, and he was aroused with goosebumps all over his body.
So he immediately took out a coat from the accompanying space and draped it over his body, but the moment the stuffy fabric of the clothes instantly obscured his vision, Han Mao screamed wildly, and a short knife that almost pierced the night grazed his cheek.
Frightened, Urso dodged the blow almost instinctively. Tearing the coat that had been torn from it as fast as he could, he looked at the man who had been hiding in the darkness with astonishment.
It was a strange girl she had never met, with a short knife in her right hand, standing straight in the night, her dark eyes staring at him without blinking.
Urso: ! Which enemy is looking for a killer to chase after him, it seems that it is not easy to deal with!
Qiu Xuan: Damn, my legs are numb.
"Who hired you?" Knowing in his heart that he really didn't know her, Urso took two steps back vigilantly, and spoke first with a good conversation on his face. "What that person pays you, I can give you double. If you want food, I can exchange it for food. β
Qiu Xuan: "She prostituted for nothing." β
Ersor: "? β
Before he could finish his doubts, the figure in front of him swooped towards him at a speed that was incalculable to the naked eye. Urso was surprised and hurriedly clenched his fist and resisted with his arm, only to see that from his wrist to the entire arm, a layer of hard material of unknown material instantly covered the entire arm, and the tip of the knife slashed above, leaving only two white marks.
Qiu Xuan simply didn't bother to break the defense, and slapped the remaining left hand on the opponent's only exposed facial skin. Erso's enraged only felt the inside of his forearm, which was carefully protected under the barrier, scorching hot, and the intricate and strange black totem spread to his arm without saying a word.
"What is this?!"
In the moment of his rage, the local area of the ground under his feet suddenly began to tremble. Suddenly, four white rays of light rising from the ground were quadrangular in shape, shrinking the whole person in it from the bottom up, forming a natural cage.
The redhead stood in the opposite corner, his hands holding the golden light of the cross.
Erso raised his hand to break through by brute force, and his palm slammed against the inner wall of the prison, making a crackling and violent movement in the white light, and the original energy was enough to scorch the flesh black. But because of his rather strong defensive capabilities, the white light did not pose any threat to him.
Seeing that Urso began to pull hard in the cage with his shield, a few drops of sweat oozed from the sideburns of his red hair, and he yelled at Qiu Xuan's position: "Hurry up, I can't hold out here for long!" β
Qiu Xuan: "Killed?" β
"You're stupid! Kill him now, we won't all waste our efforts before! β
"What then?"
"Am I a support or are you a support!" The redhead finally couldn't control his voice, "Whatever you want, just keep him!" It's okay to be half dead, just have a breath! β
Qiu Xuan sighed when she heard this.
She looked at Erso, whose hideous face had almost torn a small hole in the golden light cage, and with a twist of her wrist, a gray mist ignited in her palm, and struck at Erso.
With this distance, combined with the redhead's control, the nightmare's power penetrated through its exposed skin almost instantaneously. Ersor's frantic movements gradually stopped, and he began to scratch at his hair as if in great incomprehension, and then his eyes were completely covered with a layer of fog that could not be escaped, and the mist continued to seep out from his ears, eyes, mouth and nose, and the whole person looked like a boiling kettle in all directions.
The redhead's face sank a little when he looked at the scene beyond his cognition in front of him, but then he still didn't relax the restraints in his hand, and said, "You killed him?" β
"No, I don't need to kill him, you should be the one who decides whether to kill him or not." Fusing the abilities of nightmares and viruses, Qiu Xuan felt the connection that controlled Urso for a moment, and waved her hand at Hong. "It's okay now, he's not going to run anymore. If there's anything you'd like to ask, ask now. β
The redhead gave her another inquiring look, then finally withdrew his gaze and walked over to the stunned figure standing there like a puppet.
"Give me back the manifest." As she said this, the expression in front of her seemed to suddenly come alive for a second, and then stiffened in the former's sudden vigilant movements, and mechanically pulled out a card from the space and handed it to the redhead.
"You move quickly, his strength should be high-level." On the side, Qiu Xuan suddenly frowned, "I can't take his contact for too long, you hurry up." β
So the redhead quickened his voice, "Give me the sample, and all the coins on me." β
Erso's expression also stiffened, and she followed her words step by step, and took out all the silver coins on her bodyβ"all", specifically a coinβand Qiu Xuan looked at the coin and rolled her eyes completely speechless.
Then, he began to pull something out.
The redhead looked solemn and stared closely at his movements.
It was a very delicate parasol, not too big or too small to hold in the hand, and it didn't take up much space. The only special point is that the handle of the umbrella is made of a very strange gray-white uneven hard material, which looks quite heavy, and I don't know what it feels like when I hold it in my hand.
After seeing this parasol, the redhead's face turned completely gloomy.
"How many people are trading with you today?"
Urso had all the questions, "Two." The incisors of the arena are with a boss surnamed Alec Hill on the outskirts of the city. β
"That ......"
"Get ready, he's going to get out of control." Qiu Xuan spoke, "I can hold on for another half a minute at most." β
ββ¦β¦ No need. β
The redhead's eyes were heavy, "I already know everything I want to know, you can kill him." β
Qiu Xuan: "I don't. β
"What's the difference?" The redhead glanced at her a little strangely, "It's the case now, it's the same for whoever does it." You're not a newbie again. β
"I'm going to kill you. Again, he is your enemy, not mine. β
Unable to understand and not wanting to understand her thinking, the red hair gave her a white look, and then turned his head to look at Ersop who was standing there with a stiff expression.
"You deserve it." She said this, stabbing the cross neatly into her hand.
However, then, above the body that had collapsed to the ground, the redhead pulled out two cups straight out of the space.
She crouched down, slashed the blood vessels of the still-warm corpse with a cross, and began to bleed into the cup.
"Are you going to buy alcohol?" Qiu Xuan also squatted down, "But the market hasn't opened yet, it's too early, are we going to keep walking on the street with two cups of blood after that?" β
"It's not for wine." After receiving a full cup, the redhead handed the cup of blood to Qiu Xuan and began to put down another cup. "You'll find out later, it's useful."
As he spoke, the redhead took another cup of blood, took his umbrella, and threw the only silver coin he had scavenged from Ersona to Qiu Xuan. "Take this and go buy something good for yourself."
Qiu Xuan was speechless for a few seconds, but still accepted the first universal coin he had obtained since he came to this world. Net worth also corresponds to rising from zero to one.
ββ¦β¦ That umbrella is made of human bones? She got up and followed, hesitated for a moment, and asked.
The redhead didn't put the umbrella into the space, but chose to hold it firmly in one hand, and sneered briefly without any emotion, and said, "Yes." The handle is a complete vertebrae. β
No wonder.
Qiu Xuan stopped talking, and once again walked back to the main entrance of the palatial building. The two of them walked inside from the outside of the archway, and instead of stepping up the revolving escalator on the right-hand side, they descended to another, much smaller arch.
The redhead curled his knuckles and tapped it twice, with a special rhythm to the frequency of the tapping, which should be some kind of agreed communication between them. Half an hour later, a small window in the middle of the arch was slammed open, revealing a pair of eyes inside.
The eyes rolled around them, then retracted, the small window closed, and the arch opened from within.
Standing next to the door was an extremely tall and misshapen figure, her back curled in a severely deformed arc, causing her skull, which had been in its normal position, to now hang almost down to her stomach.
The man who had formed a small hill had not spoken to them a word, and when he opened the door, he stood aside and was silent. At this time, the redhead did not go down immediately, but handed the cup of blood that he had just filled in his hand to the hunchback.
After doing it, his elbow quietly smacked Qiu Xuan in the dark.
Although he didn't know what the purpose was, Qiu Xuan also stepped forward and handed over the blood. The hunchbacked man took two cups of blood, and finally looked at them from the bottom up, and then retreated into the shadows and said no more.
"And then?" Qiu Xuan asked with her eyes.
"You can go." The redhead said and walked down the stairs first. There is no staircase behind the door here, only a path that goes down the stairs. After walking down the stairs for nearly five minutes or so, they finally saw the first floor of the underground building.
"There are three floors to the 'black market'." The redhead walked in front and talked to her about science, "The basement is the arena, which is the so-called, black boxing place. β
As soon as the words fell, one after another waves of sound that almost overturned people broke through the eardrums, and the human voices were mixed with all kinds of black smoke miasma, which sounded very lively. This was still the heat they felt when they were still walking on the stairs, and when their feet completely touched the panorama of the underground city building, Qiu Xuan saw the scene unfolding in front of her clearly, and fell into an eerie silence.
ββ¦β¦ You have to pay for this, right? β
After a long silence, she said. The redhead sneered in surprise and stepped in first.
"It's not the peak season for the arena, and it's normal to have a depression. It won't be the scene when you come back later. β
n.