The group returned to the city of towers again, and the east building was the largest pharmacy in the city. People came and went, and they didn't see any suspicious people.

"There are no clues, so how can we find them!" Nanfeng was very angry, and it was really unpleasant to be led by the nose all the way.

Qing Yu also felt the same way: "I don't know when it will be the end of the day, just let him come to us." ”

"Indeed." The water core agrees. It was the three of them who wrote a notice with only two words on it:

Mountain pass.

However, before the notice could be posted, a little beggar came up to me: "I know who you are, that guy asked me to lead the way." ”

The little beggar's broken bowl of begging for food was about to reach Qingyu's face, and he had no choice but to give some money to send it, but this little ghost actually slandered them, and he was stunned to leave a hundred baht before he stopped.

During the whole process, Shui Xin and Nanfeng were stunned - Qingyu is such a diligent and thrifty person, this time he didn't blink his eyes, and the child gave as much as he wanted, and didn't say half a nonsense.

"I think, she must have darkened a lot from Gu Nanyi's guy." Nanfeng whispered to the water core.

Shui Xin nodded again and again: "It should be, after all, that fox is a rich master, presumably Qingyu will not let go of such an opportunity." ”

"What are you muttering about?" Qing Yu glanced back, and the two of them were so frightened that they immediately distanced themselves. If she knows, then the muzzle of the unforgivable gun will definitely be pointed at her head mercilessly.

Although she won't really shoot, she can let go of the safety gun and point it at herself, who can say clearly in case she goes off!

"Hurry up! Each leg is so long, and he walks so slowly! If I don't keep up, I'll have to add money! ”

The imp urged in front, and Light Feather finally couldn't help it, and pulled out the mass and put it on the imp's neck:

"Add more money, and you won't be blessed."

"Sister! Good sister! Don't be angry! I'll just talk about it! The imp was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and the crowd around him had already gathered around.

But Qingyu doesn't care about this.

"If you want to take me as the wronged leader, you are still a hundred years early." Qing Yu was cold, and he didn't put down his saber, so he swaggered through the market, and walked two streets with the little beggar all the way, and finally stopped in front of the slum.

Nanshu Xiejie - the slum of the city of towers, in this low wooded avenue, inhabited by the poor people who have suffered from class oppression in the capital of Ziluo.

Most of them are medicine farmers and lumberjacks, as well as tree planters who are tired and have the lowest wages.

The slum was a place where Qing Yu visited once when she was young, but it was not a good memory - she was only five years old at that time, and her brother wanted to abandon her here with a high fever, and finally a kind woman rescued her and sent her home.

The funny thing is that at that time, Qing Yu didn't know that his brother wanted to abandon him, and naively thought that he was lost.

"Humph!" Unpleasant memories came to his heart, and Qing Yu sneered. But what she didn't expect was that now more than ten years later, she has gone to the hell of the "grave" and returned, and she is still so poor here.

Even, the scale is bigger than before.

[It seems that the government of the New World, the scourge of the Three Emperors, should indeed be sunk into darkness by the dawn and never turn over]

All three of them had the same idea in their hearts, but the situation of the world regime was not what they cared about. They are mercenaries, each with their own reasons and purposes, but they are not very interested in saving the world.

After all, humanity is in the last days.

Seeing that Qing Yu's expression had been very unpleasant, the little beggar didn't dare to continue to be a demon, and honestly led them to the depths of the slums.

"There it is, there's a basement down there, and Anthony is in it." The little beggar pointed to the building in front of him like a dangerous building, and was about to slip away after speaking, but was picked up by Nanfeng with one hand:

"Take us in, you will die if you dare to play tricks."

"No, no, no, I—I don't want to go in! That Anthony is a mad dog, insane! The little beggar struggled, but could not help him.

The old house was indeed in disrepair, leaning crookedly on the great dead wood. If it weren't equipped with enough lightning rods, most of the thunderstorms would come down, and the place would be finished.

The house was filled with a musty smell, the characteristic smell of rotting wood. The steep and narrow staircase is almost surrounded by cobwebs, and the air is full of dust.

"This is it! I don't lie to you! The little beggar pointed to the door at the end of the stairs, and it seemed that he really did not want to meet the people inside.

But at this time, I heard the movement at the door, and the old door that seemed to have been screwed opened by itself—

"I didn't steal your money! I didn't steal! I don't know anything! The little beggar bounced up in fright, and struggled desperately like a frightened rabbit, and took a bite on the hand of the south wind, and fled as fast as a mouse.

There was no one standing in the open door.

The moment the door opened, a foul smell came from the surface - this smell was familiar to Qingyu and several people, and it only appeared in a house that had not been cleaned for many years.

That's right.

This is the most useless experience they have ever had from Hefu.

There was no one, but the door opened on its own. A few people looked at each other, and it was Light Yu who walked in first--pick up the book

Her abilities are invincible in close combat, both offensive and defensive, making her the perfect person to take the lead; The beast-like mimicry of the south wind is suitable for breaking or responding.

Although Qingyu has never performed a mission with them, they are not unfamiliar with each other, and they are full of tacit understanding.

They seemed to think too highly of that Anthony, though.

Three or four oil lamps hung in the dimly lit basement, barely illuminating this small space.

The place was filled with large and small wooden boxes and cabinets, stuffed with documents and various experimental equipment, and several wooden tables were also piled up like a small mountain of materials and utensils. It looks like an underground laboratory.

The door that had just opened the door for them was a circuit board.

There was a small generator in the room, but it was only enough to work for the instruments on the bench. And the laboratory bench is the only most valuable thing in this place.

Of course, the bench should be a second-hand old item.

"Welcome, welcome, I didn't expect you to really come."

The man sat in an old leather chair that had been used for twenty years, the leather had fallen off and become mottled. There were two oil lamps on the wall behind him, and the dim light could not illuminate his face, only the emaciated silhouette of the man, and ......

"This—This is!"

After entering the door, he didn't take two steps, and Qing Yu was stunned, and his tightened pupils couldn't be removed from the picture in front of him:

Behind the guy was a huge mural that covered the old walls of the basement. The man in the painting is a man - thin, handsome, dressed in a white coat that seems to be vulgar, but his face is gray and gray......

【Brother】

Light Feather couldn't believe what she was seeing, and even wondered if everything in front of her could be a vulgar and cruel nightmare;

The person on the mural is indeed her brother, and in the memory of her childhood, her brother is indeed what he looks like in the painting;

In an instant, Light Feather gave birth to the illusion of time and space, and the eyes of the person in the painting were cold and chaotic and lifelike, as if the person was in front of her, looking at her!

Ah, yes, brother, he's always looked at himself with such eyes......

The feeling of suffocation that was about to be unable to breathe spread in Qingyu's body, the helplessness and despair of the past, the biting coldness that could not feel the slightest affection and love seemed to wake up completely in the body in an instant:

"No...... No, who the hell are you?! Qingyu stepped back as if she couldn't stand still, and it was the water core that held her shoulder:

"Girl, are you alright?" Shui Xin looked at the man in the chair and noticed the mural as well.

The mural is lifelike and exquisite, but for some reason, the mural is smeared with crimson paint one after another, as if it is a fictitious knife that has slashed the person in the painting!

"No, it's disgusting."

Nanfeng, who finally saw the mural, couldn't help but complain, and it was the person on the chair, the guy called Anthony by the little beggar, who suddenly laughed:

"Hehehe...... Hahahaha, hahahahaha......! His laughter grew from light to heavy, from forbearance to madness, and his laughter became harder and harder, and it became more and more difficult to control:

"Give it to me! Give it to me! That's the real head of Shu Yamaguchi! ”

Anthony stood up from his chair and stretched out his hands, looking forward to the wooden box that the water core was carrying cross-body on his body as if he were about to welcome a holy relic:

"Hurry up and get it! If you want to save Su Ying, hurry up and show me the head! ”

"Hurry!!"

The little beggar was right, this old thing, who was fifty or sixty years old, was indeed a mad dog.

"I'll come." Nanfeng gave Shui Xin a look, and Shui Xin gave him the box. He's extremely explosive and suitable for dealing with unexpected situations. And at this time, Qing Yu's mood also calmed down a little.

Su Ying gave priority, and Qing Yu immediately pulled out his gun and aimed at Anthony.

The muzzle of the unforgiving silver gun is beautiful and ruthless, but Anthony ignores it and doesn't take the pistol seriously at all. All he cared about was the human head sent by the south wind-

The pale face of the dead man, his eyes closed lifelessly, and his consternation and incredulity at the moment of death were still frozen between his eyebrows.

"Hehehehe...... It's him, it's him, Yamaguchi Shuma! Hahahaha......" Anthony held his head and laughed maniacally. The few people of Qingyu have never seen anyone laugh like this, this kind of smile looks like they can laugh to death at any time.

"Good death! It's good to die, it's good to die! You hurt me so badly, I deserve it! Deserve! Deserve! ”

"You deserve it, you deserve it!"

He grabbed the skull's hair and smashed it frantically to the ground. The flesh that had begun to rot could not contain the bruises that remained inside, and the dark red smell of fish flowed from the nostrils and mouth of the mountain pass, leaving a strange mark on the mural:

"You're damned! Damn, shit! ”

The smashed head was thrown to the ground again, and Anthony ravaged it like a cockroach until it was trampled to pieces......