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In his early years, he barely came from a business background, and became a small department manager, and there were more than a dozen people under him who were counting on him to support him.

But he knew that he was just a high-end worker.

Die for his mysterious, rarely seen boss.

The boss should be very young, even if he uses a cultivated human skin mask to change his appearance and a cell expander to change his body shape, but with his experience of stumbling all the way, he faintly judges that this method is all over the world, and the real age of the extremely mysterious boss is no more than thirty years old.

It is a veritable pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and playing red dust.

The goods that passed through his hands were many curiosities that made him extremely hot.

So, he swallowed a batch of goods from his boss.

A group of smuggled from special civilizations, the 'Valley of the Dead'.

The jackal was hidden in the darkness deep in the alley, smoking one of his few ancient tea cigars.

Ancient tea cigars have always been a luxury ornament for the upper class and the elite to flaunt their status, often requiring 100,000 crape myrtle coins, which is very exquisite, and needs to be carefully pecked slowly, enjoyed slowly, and even the timing of smoking cigars is a science.

It's a pity that the jackal's facial muscles tremble a little, and this ancient tea cigar was used by him as a lowly poppy cigarette, and the spark seed quickly burned to the cigarette butt, and the smoke was swirling, and the fragrance was thick and disgusting.

The jackal looked at the exit of the alley, and after passing through the cramped and dirty street, the delicate and clean two-story small western-style building, his face flickered and darkened, sometimes hesitant, sometimes vicious.

And in his hand, there is a black pendant locked with a long chain, the pendant is in the shape of a shield, and there is a strange scroll-like pattern on the reverse side, forming a picture of the black sun stone forest.

The style is eerie and bizarre, with a strong exotic atmosphere, which is not owned by the imperial civilization.

On the front of the pendant, in the center of the floral dots, there is a clear face, and the face is extremely immature.

The mouth of the face is uncertain, like a baby waiting to be fed, and when the face opens its mouth, you can see that there is a three-dimensional inscription in the mouth of the face.

"Rot."

The jackal looked down at the three-dimensional inscription, and suddenly held the pendant tightly, his knuckles turned white, and the sharp protrusions on the edge of the pendant drilled directly into his flesh, and red blood flowed from between his fingers.

But he didn't realize it at all, his expression was very hideous, and he recalled that after stealing the goods, he was chased and killed by the people sent by the boss.

His wife and children died tragically, his parents died violently, and even a crotch played to a big one, all of them were implicated and killed by a thousand knives!

If it weren't for the boss who was temporarily delayed by urgent matters and withdrew some of his manpower, there would have been no jackals in this world.

So, he chose revenge.

Seventy-two black pendants make up the Valley of the Dead, each of which contains a sealed undead spirit, and each undead represents a three-dimensional inscription.

Unable to find the boss's men, he set up the Valley of the Undead in the town where the boss's men passed, and released seventy-two undead.

curse, abandonment, poison, chaos, depravity, corruption......

Seventy-two kinds of poisonous effects acted on this small town of 3,000 people, and overnight, this peaceful and peaceful town was reduced to ghosts, and no one survived.

The dead still linger in the places where they often haunted before their lives like living people, never stopping, and the cycle does not stop.

The jackal smiled, he was still proud of the fact that the town had been blockaded by the army, erasing the location from the map.

It has become a holy place for those supernatural lovers and explorers.

And the price of this matter was that he was chased to death by the military, and his strength at the peak of the two-dimensional also fell to the high-level of the one-dimensional, and even the inscriptions in the Valley of the Undead Tablet were purified for the most part, leaving only a few pendants that were still intact.

Of course, even his former boss didn't know about it.

"Grimace? You just want to die, and you still affect me! The first strike is strong, and the second attack suffers, you two turtle grandsons dare not make a move, then I will come! Even if I fall into Pingyang, I am not easy to bully! ”

The jackal looked at the small western-style building, and Sikong's calm smile appeared in his mind, and he became firm.

Leaning on the eaves, the jackal walked in the darkness, quickly swept towards the small western-style building, and appeared outside the wall of the small western-style building.

From beginning to end, there was not the slightest sound, and the essence of the cultivation to the peak of the second dimension was unobstructed.

The jackal spread out his hand, and the undead on the pendant suddenly smiled happily, and the inscription in his mouth floated straight out.

The inscription is like a wisp of air, passing through the transparent barrier without obscurity, and the alert system is as if it were nothing.

Seeing this, the jackal was ecstatic.

Although this undead inscription can only be used in a limited space, once it takes effect, no one can escape the effect of the inscription's blessing!

Even, in that thousand-person town back then, a college student with a strength of up to three dimensions had no power to struggle, so he could only hold his students and become a living dead in tears.

Decay means that the body is rotten, lifeless, and melted when the wind blows.

The most vicious curse!

"Sikong? You will surely die! ”

The jackal rubbed her hands excitedly, looking at the small western-style building that had not moved for a long time and had not even screamed, and laughed so much that her mouth was about to crack her ears.

"Oh? Are you looking for me? ”

Suddenly, a calm voice came from behind him, causing him to stiffen.

Frame by frame, the jackal turned around like a fragment, and saw a somewhat familiar figure appear behind him at some point.

With a slightly thin body and a bare head, through the dim artificial light source, he clearly saw Sikong's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"How, how could it be ......" the jackal was incredulous.

Sikong spoke warmly, with enthusiasm like a spring breeze, and smiled: "Oh, are you talking about this word?" Well, the handwriting is good, it's just ...... The evil spirit has faded a little! ”

When the words fell, the jackal's eyes flickered, and he saw in horror the corpses of Sikong Nawan, the terrifying left arm.

At this time, a three-dimensional inscription was stubbornly adsorbed on the arm, and there was a golden color in the depths of the arm, faintly scattered, and the evil spirit was so thick that even his undead stele valley was far beyond the reach of the valley back then.

At this moment, this represents the inscription of 'rot', and there is a wail of surrender under this evil aura.

"Ahh

Like the intermittent weeping of the night owl, the cooing sound faintly echoed in the East Kowloon District.

………………

'Bang bang bang! ’

The rapid knock on the door, the piercing blow in the East Nine District, woke up many Xingkou who were still asleep early in the morning.

"His grandmother's, run to the funeral, this is, knock knock!"

"Go! Go and see what's going on, and don't want anyone to be at peace early in the morning! ”

"That's not right, this direction, it seems to be Chuanhai's kid's nest!"

Many people quickly got up and hurriedly put on their clothes, and saw a group of people gathered outside a dilapidated stone tile house.

'Click! ’

When no one answered for a long time, the one who knocked on the door broke down and saw that the house with four walls was empty, and looking at the traces of life, I was afraid that the owner of the house would not be at home for a day or two.

"Brother Black Tiger, no one."

After scanning the room, the knocker walked up to an extraordinarily tall man in the crowd outside the house, shook his head and said.

This man has a fleshy face, palms the size of a futon, and thick calluses, and is one of the only three remaining repairers in the East Kowloon District.

When the black tiger heard this, his face immediately fell, and he asked the person beside him with a gloomy face, "Dan Qingzi, what do you think?" ”

Dan Qingzi held the head of a vermilion lion in his hand, looking like a jade-faced scholar, even if many people had disappeared in recent days, he still smiled and didn't seem to care.

"Jackal, Red Devil, Chuanhai, these three have disappeared one after another, heh, I seem to remember that these three are grimaceous horses, right? It's a good boss......"

Dan Qingzi still said with a smile, but when the others heard this, they immediately understood something, and looked coldly at the small exquisite western-style building on the other side of the street.

'Bang ......'

The vermilion lion head that Dan Qingzi was playing with suddenly stopped, and the friction sound was faintly mellow.

"Let's go, three are missing, and we should ask our boss of the sky?" Dan Qingzi held the lion's head, held his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the small western-style building.

"What, ten daggers are not going?" Suddenly, he asked back.

Ten Daggers' faces were calm, so that people couldn't see the depth, and they also nodded at this moment: "Well, let's go and have a look......"

After the words fell, the remaining people and horses in the entire East Kowloon District rushed to the exquisite small western-style building.

In the momentum of the same hatred and hatred, there is a faint sense of making it difficult to force the palace!