The composition of these people who came in later was complicated, they were all kinds of relatives who were inextricably linked to the Governor's Mansion and backstage; some of them were cousins and aunts who were the heads of his subordinates and the head of the clerk's guard; or they were also related to him by some distant and near blood; even the mustache was not easy to offend indiscriminately, so he could only be comforted a few times, and then rolled up his sleeves and waved his whip, rode a horse and ran out with a group of people shouting.

Only a group of merchant leaders and those who came after them stood there, staring at each other.

......

After a burst of ping-pong like the destruction of the construction and demolition of the house, the world outside the door was quiet.

It was as if the necromantic legions had crossed the border, leaving the streets full of wreckage and swarming without the slightest nostalgia.

Most of the stores on the same street as [Jintees Entertainment Club] were smashed.

Some living people whose brains are not flexible enough and who are not good enough to hide are dragged out by the undead and eaten alive.

There was a trail of blood on the ground from time to time.

It's as if a pack of wild dogs had taken out the corpses of mass graves, and they were treated as supreme delicacy, snatching, biting, and dragging each other all the way away.

But for places like entertainment clubs, which have thugs and bodyguards, and have a certain amount of resistance and force, there is no continuous siege.

The tide of thousands of necromantic spirits, on the contrary, retreated purposefully as if someone had commanded them, not knowing where to go to the scourge.

Where Eddie was, when it was quiet outside, someone stuck out from the closed doors and windows on the second and third floors, sticking out a few grape-like heads hanging on rattans, cautiously looking left and right outside, even across the street.

In order to lose contact with their subordinates and industries outside, several big bosses of commercial banks, judges, and tax officials who called each other brothers and sisters and came together to deepen their feelings with the "three irons of life" were constantly pacing back and forth anxiously and anxiously, occasionally pointing to the outside and scolding: "Are all the city guards dead?!" How did so many undead get in? Isn't the sewer guarded by the people of the Enchanted King?!"

"Why did the [SMS] fail, I can't contact the subordinates of the tax department!?"

"I can't get in touch with the court's guards and subordinates. I don't know what's going on outside, I'm really anxious!~"

"Even the teleportation spell has been interfered with. Eighty percent of high-level spellcasters have released a large area of [Dimensional Lock]. Even if someone forcibly breaks through, it is estimated that they will be disturbed to feed the sharks in the sea hundreds of nautical miles away. “

"We're going out, old bustard. Open the door quickly!!"

"It's chaos in the city. The Governor will definitely summon us to obey orders in a hurry, and if we are too late, something big will happen. ”

"Nope. I have heard that the Governor has gone out to sea at dawn today. ”

"And who's in command in the city now!?"

"I don't know ...... either"

"What the is that!! I'm feeling bad right now. The more he thought about it, the more wrong the tax collector said, with a fine sweat on his forehead, and said uneasily.

"Me too, I hope there won't be a big mess out of control. "It was like being pregnant in July and August, and the big-bellied judge took out a bunch of spell props, and after trying them one by one, he shook them in the air as if venting, obviously to no effect.

He turned his head to look at the two men he had brought, as if he hoped that they would take the initiative to go out to investigate the situation, but the two of them stared at the upper of their shoes with their heads and eyebrows down, obviously they didn't want to go out and die in vain when the situation outside was unknown.

At that time, the chief pretended to cry and mourn at most, but his wife and daughter were going to be orphans and widows, and he accepted bribes and bent the money saved by favoritism through the back door on weekdays, and he didn't know which bastard who remarried cheaply.

After all, the boss of the brothel is just a puppet standing at the front desk, and even the boss behind it can't afford to provoke these big characters in tiger skins, so he can only let people open the door and let them out.

Eddie, who had already passed the effective time of the transformation spell, was also hiding in the box to hide his appearance and was in a hurry to get out, and hurriedly ran out among the group.

Because the scene is chaotic.

The guards of the big man, though a little strange and inexplicable familiar to this stranger who went out among them, did not say anything.

Most of the rest of the people are still waiting, waiting for the streets to be completely safe before going out, these people are not concerned about any industry, or tourists and businessmen from other places, only their own lives are the most expensive.

But the first person to go out is not really dead.

These people are either confident that they have a few self-defense spells, or they are a few bodyguards with extraordinary skills, and they are surrounded by water.

Moreover, in other large shops such as gold stores, high-end restaurants, and jewelry stores on the street, there were also some well-dressed gentlemen and ladies one after another, who released [oil on the soles of their feet] under the cover of the guards and quickly retreated.

Mixed with these people, even Eddie, who has already revealed his true face, is inconspicuous.

In fact.

At first, others thought that he was the young master of which family wanted to run away with them.

After all, those who have grown oily hair and flour, fine skin and tender meat in these years do not look like they do rough work, and even the maritime merchants who go to sea are exposed to the wind and sun, and they look black and do not slip in autumn.

Only a few may have lived relatively close, or the artist had the audacity to run out alone.

Eddie followed them for a block or two, then slowly slowed down, and when he reached the back of the group, he naturally "fell behind", and turned around and ran on his own.

But.

Just when Eddie thought that he could slip through the three or four streets unharmed and return to the inn to meet, he suddenly found that the [amulet card] given to him by the teacher had forgotten in the brothel.

No way.

He could only turn around and prepare to look for it, after all, the spell prop was still worth dozens of gold coins, and it was still a little painful to lose it.

As soon as he pressed the brim of the hat he had stolen and strode across a street corner, he found a small clock and jewelry store that had been broken by the undead not far from the street.

He couldn't suppress the strange feeling and curiosity in his heart, and quietly walked over to take a look.

The shopkeeper and another male clerk were lying next to the counter with a rotten stomach and a large hole in their chest, which was clearly not the work of human thieves, who were not interested in such things as internal organs.

A gang of gangsters happened to break through the empty door.

This was Add's first impression and guess judgment.

"Brother Nine-Fingered!! there are still two women hiding under the bed~~~Shall we~ kill again after being cool~~~!!" A man with a big voice asked.

A familiar voice came from the room inside: "Don't !! ahhh......hh I am a baroness and a nobleman. My dad was the kingdom's second-tier minister. What are you dalits going to do?!!