He didn't have any abnormal feelings, and this was the most abnormal feeling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Of course, he knows a little about blood magic, and he knows that any blood spell is applied on his body, even if he never activates it, it will make people feel uncomfortable, and even stagnate qi and blood to form a slight disease, but this blood spell that has no abnormal feeling at all, what does it mean?

Nalan couldn't figure it out, and even some of the inferences he had made were completely overturned by himself. "Impossible! Even the most powerful shaman and the most powerful elder in the tribe would never be able to use such a terrifying spell! But if it weren't for the hands of the people in the tribe, then who and who would have such ability?

He was scared, and he finally knew that he still had the feeling of "being afraid".

The picture shattered at this moment.

The darkness was like water leaking down from a sink, and the swirling forehead slowly disappeared into the eyes. Silver Dust blinked, adjusting to the bright light in the room. Five meters away to his left, Wen Qingsong, Wang Chunlai, and ten brothers and ten sisters-in-law were playing cards at a table of four, yes, they were playing cards.

This is an anonymous industry of Wang Chunlai, called Zongheng Commercial Bank, which operates the transportation of groceries and also puts a little money. The signboard of "vertical and horizontal" is taken from the meaning of going north to south, west to east, and it is naturally a famous commercial house registered in the north and south and even in the east of Jianzhou Nu'er Department, Blue Sea Daughter Country, and many other tribal places. Regardless of whether it is the northern country or the Jianzhou slaves, because of the reputation of the commercial house, they do not have the courage to send people to inspect at will, so this place has become the first stronghold of today's "Temple of Civilization".

The tenth brother's name is Li Yunlong, a boxing fighter, and he is also a master of drug use in the Zhennan Gang, and his friendship with Wen Qingsong is far better than that of ordinary people, and he also joined the Temple of Civilization with the approval of Yinchen. The tenth sister-in-law, that is, Li Yunlong's wife, is named Lin Caiyi, and what surprised Yinchen was that he was actually Lin Xuanchen's aunt, but he was expelled from the sect because he eloped with Li Yunlong in his early years.

From the twenty-ninth night of the first month of the eighth year of Showa to the early morning of the first month, three prisoners disappeared in a prison in the city of Bloody Sun, and they did not see anyone alive or dead. Now the three prisoners are sitting in front of Wen Qingsong, arguing over a pile of copper plates on the table.

"Chunlai, you are so rich, do you still care about this?"

"I don't care about these stinky coppers, it's winning or losing, do you know if you win or lose?

"You can't say that, I won this game, and the last card didn't you regret it first?"

"I lost the last game, this game is mine. ”

Yinchen listened to their whispers, no one took the "quarrel" seriously, rubbed his ears a little impatiently, and then came a sentence: "Small gambling pleasure, big gambling hurting the body, gambling is in ashes!" His voice dragged and stomped, holding the tone, somehow poked the laughter of the four people, making the four of them bared their teeth at each other.

"Alright, three brothers, our little master is teaching us a lesson! Stop, stop!" Lin Caiyi said with a chuckle, her slightly trembling soft shoulders exuding an irresistible charm. The three "righteous gentlemen" only blushed and lowered their hands, not daring to touch the cards, only Li Yunlong said in a fancy manner: "Madame has taught you a lesson!" His tone also dragged on.

"Hmph! dare to answer the old lady's words, be careful of being ridden under you at night!" Lin Caiyi's personality is almost diametrically opposed to the gentle and shy Lin Xuanchen, and he is simply overdone. As soon as the words came out, a fierce man like Li Yunlong couldn't help but blush. Her words made Yinchen's heart beat violently, but there was a faint layer of regret. The girl who had a skin-to-skin relationship with him had now become a lifeless existence like a human specimen, silently and secretly protecting Lin Xuanchen's safety.

Silver Dust habitually flicked his hand, as if to drive something away from him. When the four "adults" saw his action, they mistakenly thought that he wanted to be alone, so they took the cards and left.

Yinchen sat in a bright and comfortable room, unconsciously stepping on the wooden floor with his feet, while thinking about the information he had obtained from the "final engraving". The final engraving is the spell that Silver Dust planted on Nalan on the night of the conflict in the Metropolitan Protectorate. This kind of spell can not only manifest from behind Nalan and turn into a green plate with a skull, nor can it make a magician completely ignore distance and time and space barriers, and can send out any magic directly on the target's head at will from thousands of miles away, but the most terrifying thing about it is that once it is engraved, you can obtain all the memories of the target. These memories are stored in a mysterious place called the Sea of Dirac, and become a resource that magicians can access at will.

This is the hideous face of black magic.

"If it weren't for the fact that a single magician could only engrave one person at a time, I'm afraid those masters of Gabroyle wouldn't have come up with such a thing as a demonic contract. Silver Dust thought boredly, he had been receiving Nalan's mental changes in real time until now, because the final engraving could directly read the working memory, as long as the magician who cast the engraving was willing to do so.

Yinchen closed his eyes, and the tips of his fingers on the table lit up with a black electric light, and his vision immediately switched to Nalan Exhaustion, and he saw that Nalan Exhaustion was hiding in a small study, writing a notice that he would never lift a pen on weekdays.

The righteousness of the notice is that as the lord of Bloody Yang City, he is deeply worried about the explosion that occurred on Saigon Street a few days ago, and he sees it as a warning from Immortal Heaven to warn him not to kill again. He stressed that the "ban on martial arts" is an important measure to ensure the safety of people's lives and property in the city, and it is imperative that the "ban on martial arts" itself has many defects and imperfections, and he needs to extensively listen to the opinions of the gentry and tyrants in the city and countryside in Xueyang to finally decide when to promulgate.

Yinchen looked at his soft tone and many empty and incompetent polite words, and really felt that it was not a notice from the Metropolitan Protectorate but a letter of repentance signed by the Beacon City. Silver Dust carefully monitored his thoughts, knowing that he was only doing this as a delaying tactic, trying to buy himself some time to solve the problem of the evil curse on his body. Yinchen couldn't help but sneer, withdrew from other people's minds, and returned to reality.

"When you find out who put the curse, I'm afraid that you yourself have already turned into a dry bone, right?" Yinchen knew that this beacon fire even the eldest brother in the city was like this, and he would no longer pose any threat to himself, because his life, and even his thoughts, were completely in his own hands.

"The power of magic is intoxicating. Silver Dust looked at his silver right fist and said softly.

He stood up and prepared to go out for a walk: "It's also time to finish the task of the Black Gas Building, the mercenary organization that doesn't pay the task just for the task won't last long." He walked out the door, and the long silver hair and black silver robes floated together like the curtains of fairies.

The news of the postponement of the promulgation of the "Prohibition of Martial Arts" blew through every corner of the Blood Yang City as quickly as Liulan, and the people celebrated with their crowns, and some even openly set off firecrackers. I don't know if Nalan will vomit blood when this guy hears the news. Silver dust walks down the sunny street. The warmth of spring has already penetrated the air, and a new layer of green has emerged on the branches of some of the trees on both sides of the street. As if to confirm that the breath of spring was about to thaw, the streets immediately became more pedestrians, although not to the extent that they were usually shoulder to shoulder, but it was much better than the terrible scene of the entire city street being empty when the silver dust first came. "I wonder where these people are hiding these days?" Silver Dust thought as he quickly looked away from a beautiful girl with black hair and black eyes. He just glanced at someone by accident, but he didn't expect the girl to stop directly and look back shyly. No way, who made Silver Dust's genetically modified appearance so beautiful that it didn't look like a human. Silver hair and silver eyes, silver robes, silver belts, and even suede boots on his feet are lead gray, and the whole person exudes a radiant and snowy noble and cold temperament, which is still in a state where he doesn't groom himself very much, and his hair is scattered, if Lin Xuanchen or anyone else is allowed to braid his head full of soul magician hair, it will definitely make the girls or women on the street stop and watch.

Silver Dust could only lower his head and hurry towards the city gate, he didn't dare to use arcane acceleration, afraid that the six doors hidden in the crowd or something else would stare at him. He knew that his greatest disguise at the moment was his uncultivated "fragile physique", and as he walked, he quietly crowned himself with the gods as he walked between the two trees, and with the help of sunlight and shadows, Silver Dust cleverly made the flash of the moment when he released his magic unremarkable.

When he reached a place sixty meters in front of the city gate, he blended in the crowd, but did not go to the city gate, but directly launched a teleportation to appear outside the city gate. Behind him, the soldiers were divided into two columns, heavily armed on both sides of the gate, and those who entered the city were charged a copper plate, which was one yuan, while those who left the city were carefully interrogated. On the upper floor of the city gate, black and white portraits are posted, and the portraits on them are lifelike, not at all like the ancient novels of Evil Luo Haicheng, where witnesses describe the criminals as monsters with blue faces and fangs, and the resulting portraits do not match the real people at all, and they will never be caught.

"It seems that some of the violent mechanisms in this world are quite reliable!—if only the portrait had been written mostwanted. Silver Dust sneered and ran towards the wilderness that was golden in the sun.

According to the guidance of the dominoes, Silver Dust quickly found the rudder of the Black Qi Building in a semi-artificially dug cave twenty miles east of Blood Yang City. The craggy rocks at the entrance of the cave resemble the teeth of an ancient dragon, but the sharpest horns of these fang-shaped rocks are painted red, like the blood stains left by the execution of the prisoners in the Jianzhuang Execution. The entire entrance of the cave exuded a monster esophagus-like feeling, and everyone who walked here must have their hairs standing on end.

Silver Dust stood at the entrance of the cave for a while, and actually saw three or four people passing by him. These people are either hooded or simply masked, or they can only see the hat and can't see their faces, in short, they show their own means to disguise themselves, and Yinchen only then remembered that he should also cover his face, not that he is afraid that anyone will see it, but at least respect for the profession of "killer".

He pulled up his hood and slowly walked to the huge cave that was about as tall as the two of them.

The cave was wide enough to fit a horse-drawn carriage, and a straight corridor led into the depths. On the stone walls on both sides of the corridor, the lights of two colors are lit alternately, looking like a cycle of ice and fire. At the end of the hallway, a few shadows jumped and flickered and disappeared, the last silhouettes of the few people who had just entered.

Silver Dust stared at the alternating red and blue lights for several seconds before taking another step, and where he passed, layers of thin layers of frost condensed on the dry ground, and immediately turned into charred black marks. Ice and fire, this is a power that only magicians are qualified to wield.

At the end of the corridor is a simple right-angled curve, and after entering, there is an empty and dark stone hall, where the red and blue lights are also lit alternately, and the rows of curtain compartments built with wooden shelves are the most important service windows in the entire black gas building, and in each window, there should be a so-called "elder" responsible for answering questions. Silver Dust didn't know exactly how they operated, the only thing he knew was that the strength of these elders would always be superior to those who came here to inquire.

It is said that in the entire Black Air Building, only the cultivation of the "disciples" has exceeded the entry period, and all the Black Mansion guests, whether they are disciples of Wanmen or professional killers, cannot exceed the thirteen-fold cultivation of Pei Yuan, once they exceed, they will either worship the Black Qi Building Sect or be dismissed.

This is a killer shop opened by people who have no talent, but are willing to work hard, compared with the various killer shops and even killer sects in the two empires of the north and south, Heiqilou is not the strongest, but it has the best reputation, after all, he has given more people the dream of becoming a strong man.

Silverdust steadied as he saw at least six of the compartments with wooden fences erected in front of them to indicate that someone was using them. He turned around and randomly picked an unoccupied compartment to go into. As he crossed the red line at the outermost end of the cell, a slight turn of the mechanism sounded behind him, and the wooden fence rose to keep him inside. (To be continued.) )