Bitter Brown is the boss of the gray potential of the thick Saturn Liuzhou, and his title is really nothing, if it weren't for the fact that he still represents someone, he would have been swallowed up a long time ago.

The gray force is so sad, they live in the cracks, which is why people like White Night Flower are produced.

However, the bitter herb was very satisfied, he didn't want to "turn white", he couldn't wash it clean. He didn't want to "turn black", it was another world, as if he wasn't in the same face in the temple.

"You're not without a choice." Q instructor also kindly reminded. This question is also on the minds of many people.

Q Instructor asked if he was in Chu Ming's position, he would have a lot of ways out. In Instructor Q's opinion, these ways out are better than the one in front of him.

If Chu Ming is willing to compromise: the Mangshen family will not trouble him, and the name of the god craftsman has many benefits, and he can improve his strength without distraction;

If Chu Ming is willing to drill the camp: he is not without a backstage, grief and noose, precocious wisdom and razor. These veteran artifacts and craftsmen are also a powerful force, and there is also Kaye of the Square Temple, which is a figure that many people are afraid of.

If Chu Ming is willing to cling: Princess Lang's Qu Nan family needless to say, Lily and the two priests behind Miss Chu Chu, their status in the temple is not something that no one dares to provoke.

If Chu Ming is not willing to do anything: forbearance becomes gold, this is also the way of survival for many people. It's actually not that shameful to live a life of swallowing your anger, let those big people step on it once in a while, and then life goes on. The big guys don't have the leisure to always stare at an ant, as long as the ant's posture is humble enough, there is no need to pay attention to it.

"I owe you a favor." Chu Ming said, and then closed his mouth. That's his attitude, and there's no need to say more.

Seeing that Chu Ming didn't want to talk deeply, Instructor Q didn't ask any more. The pontoon stopped and stopped at the door of an alley.

This is supposed to be a suburban town of Thick Saturn, with a huge windmill nestled next to the forest. There is a river next to the windmill, and there is no water in the channel, but it looks like a clean stone. The river is full of water during the rainy season.

Instructor Q got out of the car, he stood at the mouth of the alley and did not go in. Just staring at the deep alleys and waiting patiently. After a while, a drunken drunkard came out and fell to the ground with a thud, his head bleeding.

The drunkard cursed, and he stood up, unexpectedly two people running from behind him, one of whom grabbed him by the neck and the other put a pair of pliers into his mouth.

The drunkard howled. He struggled hard. The distance with Instructor Q is getting closer and closer. But. The two looters, as well as Instructor Q, turned a blind eye to this. The tooth extractor continued to pull the tooth, while Instructor Q did not move in the face of the bloody face that was close at hand.

The bloody tooth was pulled out, and this denture may have been made of some rare material, which attracted the gangsters.

The drunkard's wine has long since woken up. He howled more and more desolately, and the robber did not flee, but blatantly took the tooth and studied it for a while, and one of them said dissatisfiedly:

"What else? Half of the moss gum is dissolved here, and the other half are you hiding there?! ”

The drunkard stopped howling, he covered his mouth in horror and kept backing away. Gradually. Half of his body leaned out of the alley.

The looter laughed, and so did the Q instructor. Instructor Q smiled and said:

"Originally, I was too lazy to bother with these things, but in order to intuitively tell you the rules of that world, I will take care of it by the way."

A dagger appeared in the hand of the Q instructor, and the weapons of the Templar were even daily necessities. It's not easy.

In a flash of the knife, a piece of flesh was cut off the drunkard's shoulder, and the drunkard screamed, and he stumbled and fell backwards.

The sword flashed again, and the drunkard's entire shoulder was slashed off. He turned his head and looked at Instructor Q in horror and anger.

"You've crossed the line."

Instructor Q said with a smile. At this time, Chu Ming noticed that there was a thin line on the ground, which was drawn with a knife, separating the alley from the street outside.

The drunkard understood, and shrank back, and the robber happily dragged him away, presumably to find a place to torture him. At this time, Instructor Q also put away his dagger, he looked at Chu Ming, and pointed to the line on the ground:

"This is the boundary between the two worlds, and even I dare not step on this line. Of course, if the people inside cross the line, everyone can kill them at will. ”

"That's the rule?" Chu Ming asked.

"Yes, that's the rule." Instructor Q nodded: "The rules of thick Saturn are set by oil-free monks, and this line is also drawn by him." He's a dead black. ”

"What do you mean by dead black?"

"A person who has gained status in the Dark World."

"How do I get an identity?"

"Kill someone or something. Comparatively, killing people is faster. ”

"What's so good here?"

"I don't know, who knows how the oil-free monk has been feeling recently. He's in a good mood, it's heaven, he's in a bad mood, it's hell. ”

"For what?"

"Because for the time being, he's the most powerful here."

"The most powerful?"

"Yes, even though they are all templars, I don't dare provoke him."

"That's why?"

"Yes, the Templars are not abundant in the Dead Darkness, but the Templars that come out of the Dead Darkness are the most powerful."

"That's enough." Chu Ming nodded, and he walked to the thin line.

"The oil-free monk may not be in a good mood today, and my friend didn't show up." Instructor Q looked around again, but found no one as agreed.

"No need." Chu Ming walked through that line, this step, from the world to hell. Behind him, Steward Gulen also stepped on this line without hesitation. And, of course, the iron sheets.

Instructor Q was not surprised, he just waved his hand:

"See you again, if you need to, you can find me through someone in the gray world, such as your partner."

"See you soon." Chu Ming waved his hand, turned around and walked into the alley......

It was April 23, 302 A.D. It's a special day, it's the feast of bathing in Thick Saturn, it's a joyous festival where there will be a big parade in the streets, and there will be no terrorist attacks.

It was April 23, 302 A.D., and it was a special day. On this day, the later Q God was still a Q instructor, and he took a person into the Dark World Realm.

It was April 23, 302 A.D., and it was a special day. Kaha of the temple square courtyard listened to the report of something, and then he smashed the wordless monument of the square courtyard. After doing this, he resigned himself to his punishment and went into the purgatory of fire.

It is still April 23, 302 A.D., but it is not a special day. In this huge world, all sorts of things happen every day. The patriarchs of the Mangshen family, the Dharma God family, and the Shuzhi family came to Housaturn. After some negotiations, the three families officially broke up, and the result surprised everyone.

At the same time, Princess Lang and Lang Xie Jin of the Lang Evil Family met in secret. The meeting between these two geniuses was mysterious, the process was not very friendly, and it is said that the Templar fell. General Shoton was also involved. After he left. The Divine Legion, which had been resting for a long time, seemed to be moving.

It was April 23, 302 A.D. Chu Ming walked into a deep alley, and at the mouth of the alley, he met the drunkard who had been robbed. The drunk didn't die, but was stripped naked and thrown in the corner. Chu Ming stepped forward, squatted down, and looked.

"I want to ask, what is this?" Chu Ming asked, pointing to a tattoo on the drunkard's neck.

"You're not here to kill me?" The drunk asked rhetorically.

"It's not." Chu Ming shook his head.

"A hundred meters forward and you can get this tattoo." The drunkard pointed behind him.

"Thank you." Chu Ming nodded.

"If you don't kill, you're grateful." The drunken wheezed and moved into the shadows in the corner.

The drunkard's words contain bad information, proving once again that the Dark World is not suitable for sightseeing. But Chu Ming still stood up and walked deeper into the alley.

Chu Ming wasn't really cornered, nor was he impulsive. The Dark World Realm was just an option, and he could refuse. What prompted him to come here? There is only one reason, and that is that tattoo on the neck of the drunkard.

One hundred meters. During this period, no one was encountered, and the end point was a second-floor shop facing the street, but it was crowded with people.

There were a lot of people, but no one spoke, and everyone waited in a depressing atmosphere. Chu Ming stood at the back of the crowd, not knowing what was happening in front of the road.

After a while, someone shouted, and the crowd dispersed amid conversations, cheers, and curses. At this time, Chu Ming saw the scene in the store.

A tall pawnshop counter, a pockmarked bald head writing something behind a wooden fence, and then he threw away his pen and clicked.

"Give me the pen! Damn pen! ”

The pock-faced bald head roared, and a man who looked like a man ran out and handed a pen.

Chu Ming stepped forward and coughed lightly. The voice caught the attention of the bald head of the pockmarked face.

"New here?"

"Hmm."

"Oh, it seems like 'half-past eight' said that someone is coming today."

"Hmm."

"Come here."

The pock-faced bald head walked out of the counter, and he walked to the other end of the shop, where there was a brazier, and in the brazier there was a blazing coal, and a fire hook was stuck in the middle, and it was half burned red.

"Don't move."

The numb-faced bald head picked up the fire hook as he spoke, and Chu Ming realized that one end of the fire hook was not a hook, but an iron ingot. The red-hot iron ingot was coming towards Chu Ming's front door.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Ming did not move. And in an instant, the iron ingot burned on his neck, making a sizzling sound.

", livestock." The numb-faced bald head said flatly. Then he turned his head and roared again.

"'Half-past eight'! Come out! Tell the newcomer about the rules!! ”

The guy ran out again, nodded with a flattering face, and then pulled Chu Ming's sleeve and walked out of the store.

"I'm sorry, Q said you were coming, but something happened to me here, so I didn't go away." "Half past eight" was very enthusiastic, and when he walked out of the store, he took Chu Ming to find a house where no one was.

"It's good here, it's ventilated and sunny, and not many people died." "Half past eight" strongly recommended: "This is a murderous house, but this one is the best in it." ”

Chu Ming walked into this house and found that it was fully equipped with utensils, and there were even overnight meals in the kitchen. It can be assumed that the owner of this place died just one day. It is indeed a good house in a murderous house.

"Don't worry too much, Q's face still has to be given, I will postpone your name for two days, you can get familiar with it these days."

The enthusiasm of "half past eight" was superficial, this kind of hypocritical politeness seemed to be a continuation of his daily work, and he left after explaining it, doubting whether he could still think of Chu Ming.

A strange world, a strange rule. The relationship with the Q instructor did not play a big role, and he may not know more about this world than others.

But this did not make Chu Ming feel confused and hesitant. He gave a shout to Gulen and went into the bedroom in the backyard.

Facing the mirror, Chu Ming pulled open his collar, where there was a tattoo like a drunkard, which was branded. This tattoo is the key to Chu Ming's walk here.

"Sin Mark."

Chu Ming looked at it carefully, this tattoo was a symbol, but even people in the Dark World Realm, few people knew what it was about.

Sin Tattoo - This is a very special kind of substitute emblem, which was originally intended to reveal the identity and crime of the criminal. Later, many branches of this pattern spawned, one of which was the innocence family of the Frost Blue Galaxy. The Qiong face pattern and the hairpin face pattern are the iconic substitute patterns of the innocent family.

"Not exactly."

Chu Ming took a deep breath, he closed his eyes, and felt this sin pattern with his body and mind.

Layers of sub-grain structures are being established, and then layers are peeled off. What is built is integration, and what is stripped is repulsion. Maybe Chu Ming is not a substitute in the true sense, but no one is faster than him in understanding a substitute pattern. He is a man and a substitute.

In paired experiments, one by one, the substitution lines and the sin patterns are superimposed, observed and then eliminated. This process was boring and complicated, and even Chu Ming felt a trace of exhaustion. But he still didn't stop, he had a feeling that he had finally found his "way".

"Miss Holfield, it's you."