Half a street away, Wren could see each other's faces clearly.

This man was not very old, a young man of about twenty-three years old, with an ordinary appearance, a long build, no task weapon in his hand, wearing intimate clothes, and his movements were swift, and he quickly bypassed pedestrians and obstacles on the road between sprinting, and easily followed the carriage.

Wren found an element in the opponent's soul called "Neiqi", confirming that this was a martial artist.

The internal qi element comes from the demon soul of the "Sparrowtail Mantis", and it is a rare element that allows transcendents to stimulate the "power of qi" with their physical strength, and in hand-to-hand combat, it bursts out with powerful destructive power in an instant.

The strength of the martial artist is based on internal qi, and he is good at hand-to-hand combat, using his body as a weapon, and all attacks are accompanied by internal qi, which has both speed and a balance between attack and defense.

Martial artists aren't very common, but each one is hard to tangle with.

In addition to the main soul, the martial artist in front of him also has a secondary soul, which brings him another ordinary element called "balance", which means that his professional level is level two, which should not be underestimated.

"Such a young and promising martial artist is actually a believer in evil gods. ”

Wren secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, he found the other party in advance, and if he was attacked, he might not even be able to withstand a punch.

Watching the martial artist quickly move away from the carriage until it disappeared from view, Wren was slightly relieved. Now he could confirm one thing, that is, the cultist would not have a sensing range of more than 100 meters to the strife mark, otherwise the fighter would have noticed that he was not in the carriage.

Of course, it is also possible that the sensing range is a little smaller, but it is not certain.

The thought of the strife mark made Wren have a headache, there were more followers of the evil god than expected, and the strife mark on his body was like a time bomb, which could explode at any time.

Unless he has been hiding at home and not going out, there is no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days.

"Something must be done to remove the mark of strife. ”

Wren secretly made up his mind, and immediately thought about it, to eliminate the mark of strife, it was necessary to start with the body of the cult god.

The first thing to know is, how do they sense the mark of strife?

Is there any other way than to believe in evil gods?

If you can't solve the problem, then think about it from another side and solve the person who raised the problem!

Strike first, clean up a group of evil god believers, reduce the chance of encountering them, and devour their souls to recharge yourself.

Moreover, it is likely that this martial artist has already seen his appearance, and it will be troublesome if he notifies other cultists of the evil gods, or reports it directly to the Shadowblade Killer Organization.

In any case, this man has to die!

Wren has always been a very proactive person and will not passively accept the mercy of others.

He no longer hesitated, and turned around and went back to the Silver Star District.

The carriage he was riding in just now came from the Silver Star District, and not long after crossing the bridge, that martial artist must have also followed him from the Silver Star District, and when he found that he was not in the car, he would definitely turn back to search.

One way to get back to the Silver Star from Los is the bridge across the Felegren River.

Wren soon reached the bridge, walked to the end of the Silver Star District, entered a bookstore nearly two hundred meters away from the bridge, and went up to the second floor.

He picked up a book in front of the window where he could see the bridge, and flipped through it.

After waiting less than twenty minutes, a familiar figure appeared on the bridge, it was the young martial artist.

He walked over the bridge, but his eyes searched everywhere, as if he were looking for someone.

"Hmph. ”

Wren snorted in his heart, this evil god believer really would not be willing to lose his goal, and he was looking for himself on the way back.

He turned on the Voice of Everything and locked on to his target.

The whole world fell silent, and a lot of the sound was filtered out, leaving only the sound of the martial artist's footsteps, clearly amplified in the ears, and even without looking at his eyes, he knew where he was, as if he were close at hand.

It wasn't until the fighter crossed the bridge into the Silver Star District that Wren came out of the bookstore and followed in the distance.

He was careful to keep a distance of more than two hundred meters, and from beginning to end, he was not in the range of vision that a martial artist could see, and it was impossible to be spotted unless the opponent also had super senses. What is certain is that in the soul of the other party, there is no such super-sensory element.

The martial artist walked neither fast nor slow, looking all the way around.

He didn't even realize that he was being followed, and the stalker was the person he was looking for.

The two of them had their own sneaky intentions, one in the light and the other in the dark, and after nearly an hour of stop-and-go, the martial artist finally stopped to give up the search and entered a tavern.

Wren stopped far away from the tavern, and said in his heart Sure enough, this is not far from the Demon Soul Market, and the martial artist should have met him in the market and sensed the mark of strife.

He distanced himself a little closer to the tavern.

Following the martial artist's footsteps, there were several sounds of doors opening and closing, and chairs moving, and he sat down at a table with many people drinking next to him, and the environment was very noisy.

"Hogan, didn't you say that you would come back soon after a trip to the Demon Soul Market, why did you go for so long?" a woman's voice asked.

The martial artist known as Hogan was a little sullen and replied after a few seconds, "It's nothing, I've found an interesting target." ”

"What a goal, let's hear it. It was another man questioning, his voice was a little low, judging by his tone, he was a little higher than Hogan.

Hogan didn't seem to want to say anything, and the man with a deep voice let out a cold snort of displeasure.

"Okay, I said. Hogan lowered his voice a little reluctantly, "I met a man in the market who had the mark of strife on him. When he said the words Mark of Strife, his voice was kept to a low level, barely audible.

"What?" exclaimed the woman.

"Kareda, shut up. The man warned, then asked, "Are you sure you are right about the mark of the Lord?"

"Of course. ”

"What about people?" the man continued.

"Lost it. "Hogan is a little lacking in confidence.

The man seemed to be very angry, but he didn't dare to be angry in the tavern, and said sharply: "You lost such an important target? You are also a veteran, you don't need me to teach you how to do it, at least you have to find a way to tell us to act together, what is the result?"

"I'm sorry, Wilt. Hogan explained, "The situation was urgent, and that person happened to come out of the Demon Soul Market, got into the carriage and left, so I didn't have time to inform you. ”

"Hmph, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Wilt did not accept this statement, and said in a deep voice: "A few days ago, Trickor's manor was found outside the city, and not only was he killed, but several of his brothers were also killed, and the altar of the Lord was destroyed. ”

"The man you find is probably the murderer who desecrated the altar of the Lord. ”

"I know you want to make meritorious deeds and please the gods, but the other party can kill Trickor's entire team, with your strength, can you be the opponent?"

Hogan didn't refute, muttered a few times, and shut up.

The three of them were silent for a moment, and Wilt sighed and asked, "Did you see the appearance of that person, can you recognize the identity?"

"I saw it, but I had never seen it before. Hogan hastened to reply, and he described: "It's a man, very young, probably less than twenty years old, and he looks ...... Well, he looks very handsome and is very popular with women, I can't say the specifics, anyway, as long as I look at him, I will never forget it. ”

"Not even twenty, are you sure?"

Wilt was a little suspicious, such a young transcendent, the professional level is usually only level one, does he have the strength to kill Trickor's second-level shadow warrior plus the iron guard?

Hogan swore that he was not mistaken, and that the mark of strife on the target's body was real.

After that, the three of them speculated about Wren's identity, and Wilt wanted Hogan to draw the image, but he couldn't draw it, and he couldn't even describe it.

Wren had been eavesping in the tavern for a long time, and there was something strange about listening to others talk about him.

Especially when I heard a few people talk about their handsome appearance, I felt a little dark.

However, thinking that these three evil god believers were going to kill themselves, that bit of narcissistic smugness was thrown out of the clouds and turned into complete unhappiness.

It wasn't until late afternoon that the three of them ended their conversation and came out of the tavern and separated.

Wren thought about it for a moment and decided to continue to follow the martial artist Hogan, only he had seen him, and the other two could let it go first.

Hogan didn't notice anything wrong, and went all the way back, and soon arrived at his home, a house by the river in the east of the Silver Star District.

Wren made a note of the address and quietly left.

Riding back to his apartment in the Los district, Wren put down the glass jar in his hand, still thinking about a few cultists.

It is clear that Hogan still has something to hide from his accomplices.

In the afternoon, when he found that he was not in the carriage, he was likely to attack the coachman and ask for his address.

At that time, he did not tell the driver the detailed address of the apartment, only said that he would go to Cosham Street.

Cosham Street is one of the most crowded streets in the Los district, with a large number of apartments for rent, and there are at least five or six thousand tenants living on this street, and it is not easy to find one here.

However, with his sense of the mark of strife, Hogan has been to Kissham Street a few more times, and even if he is simply lucky, he is likely to find himself.

"This Hogan didn't tell the truth, he still wanted to do it himself, kill me to get the mark of strife, and please the evil god. ”

"The apartment couldn't have stayed any longer. ”

Wren had a sense of urgency, and maybe in the middle of the night, Hogan would come to him.

Although it was only possible, the probability was not high, and that Hogan did not look like a thoughtful person, but he did not want to take this risk.

However, before leaving the apartment, you must first kill the gold-eating ants and use soul stones to contain the demon souls, otherwise it will be very inconvenient to carry them all the time, and it will be easy to attract the attention of others.

Wren picked up the glass jar and looked at the gold-eating ants inside, suddenly in trouble.

He didn't have the right tools, and it seemed a little difficult to kill the gold-eating ants......