In an instant, the whole city was plunged into a nightmare, the original silence and serenity were gone, but the neurotic spasms and struggles in the nightmare.

The building was set on fire, and in the light of the fire, the streets were filled with thugs with sharp blades. Some people are shamans, some people are from other places, and some people take advantage of the chaos to rob houses and houses, break down doors, and commit murder......

In the middle of nowhere, in the darkness, blood snaked and flowed on the stone slabs. The corpse was dragged and thrown into the sewers, where it disappeared with the rolling turbidity current.

In the midst of the roars and shouts, the unrelated people hid in their homes, shivering, and put their heads under the covers, praying that the long night would pass quickly, that the calamity would not spread to them.

The dimly lit lower town, turbulent in the light of a burning fire.

Even Ye Qingxuan himself was in a big trouble.

In the alley, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way. He turned around and looked behind him, only to see that the other exit was also blocked by two figures holding swords.

"I'm just passing through, there's no need for this, right?"

He sighed, "I'm in a hurry, can you not waste my time?"

Two strong men holding daggers looked at each other and smiled, and someone slowly pressed up, with fierce eyes, and it seemed that there was no way to communicate with words anymore.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh again, put on his deer hunting hat, and stretched out his palm forward.

Bang!

The man who came up seemed to have been hit in the face by a hammer and flew backwards.

The person stuck at the intersection was stunned. Before he could react, he saw the black shadow rushing straight forward, incredibly fast.

He subconsciously raised his dagger. Protect yourself in front of you.

But in the next moment, the sweeping arm smashed the dagger and smashed it on his chest, slapping his entire body against the wall.

Bang!

Dust flew and daggers fell to the ground, shattered.

The two people behind Ye Qingxuan were stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted. Screaming and pounced. Ye Qingxuan turned around, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slashed downward!

In an instant. The fist smashed on the shoulder blade, the sound of broken bones sounded, and the strong man who rushed up directly knelt on the ground, and the other person was also overturned by Ye Qingxuan. Stomp underfoot.

After embedding the bones of the Chainsaw Monk. The power provided by the dungeon gentleman was enough for Ye Qingxuan to easily level these little gangsters.

If he didn't care about the consequences and output with all his might, he felt that he would have no problem wrestling with an elephant.

A series of movements, leveling out four people, and not even breathing, this feeling is really good.

It's just that the fly in the ointment is ...... It doesn't seem to be settled?

He frowned, slowly lowered his head, and saw that several men who had been slumped on the ground actually got up again. One of them grabbed a knife from the ground and threw himself into his arms.

Ye Qingxuan reached out and clenched the blade. The steel skeleton that gradually closed under the black gloves crumpled the blade to pieces. Immediately afterward, the man who attacked was thrown to the ground by him.

Bang!, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have fainted in severe pain, but that guy just dizzed for a moment and began to struggle again.

Ye Qingxuan was ruthless, and this time he directly broke their right leg.

But the strange thing is that even if their right leg was broken and the broken bones pierced out of the flesh, they still didn't scream, and they didn't even slow down.

It's just out of the ordinary.

"What is this?" he stretched out his hand to poke at the place where their bones were broken, but he couldn't see the pain, and his brow slowly furrowed: "Don't you even feel pain at all?"

Suddenly, he kicked the others over, lifted one of their necks, and brought them to the front of him.

In the dim light, he saw that the man's eyes were bloodshot and there was no reason in his eyes. His mouth was full of wine, but there was a hint of bitterness in that wine, like some kind of extremely thick medicinal juice.

"Forbidden drugs?"

He suddenly realized: "It seems to be the handiwork of those Tianzhu people." ”

In the middle of this, the remaining guys actually slowly crawled over again.

Ye Qingxuan looked at them like corpses, and couldn't help but feel helpless: "Are you bothered?

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, the head of a man on the ground was crushed.

Bang!

There were two more sounds, and the heads of the other two people also shattered to the ground, and their brains flew out, almost splashing on Ye Qingxuan's shoes.

In the faint light of the fire in the distance, a huge shadow that was so burly that it did not look like a human figure walked into the alley, first trampling to death a few thugs on the ground, as if trampling a few reptiles to death, easy and freehand.

When he walked into the alley, the narrow alley was almost filled with him, and the figure walking towards the person made people feel suffocated.

Immediately afterwards, he took off the guy who was pinched by the neck from Ye Qingxuan's hand, pinched his head with one hand, twisted his wrist, and twisted it around.

Click.

The melons are ripe and falling.

Blood spurted out.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the face of the comer—sure enough, with a funny and hideous donkey's head mask.

- The butcher.

The butcher glanced at him, turned sideways, and motioned for him to lead the way.

The folded oversized bone saw was behind him, and the layers of plasma on it had dried up, and it was impossible to see the original color.

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, through the weird mask, he couldn't see the butcher's expression clearly, but he just felt a little like laughing.

The professor asked him to kill himself, but today he took him to kill the professor, which is funny.

"Come with me. ”

He led the way ahead: "There are a lot of people near the chemical plant, so in order not to attract too many people's attention, I ......"

Ye Qingxuan's footsteps paused, and his voice stopped abruptly.

At the end of the alley, there is the firelight.

The boy looked up and saw the ignited man running out of the burned building, rolling on the ground. Finally, he wailed and crawled to the dirty ditch.

The action stalled in front of the ditch and did not move.

He's dead.

Behind him, the entire long street was bathed in firelight.

In the firelight. The manic, trance-eyed thugs swallowed the potion and indulged in the carnival, slamming doors from house to house, dragging the civilians hiding behind them......

Ye Qingxuan sighed, and couldn't lift his footsteps.

This bunch of scum-

By the time the firelight spread and illuminated the entire lower town, the noise was already filled with the sea breeze.

In front of Tower Bridge, the only access road between Midtown and Downtown. The guard guarding the gate watched the burning fire from a distance and couldn't help but pull out his baton to guard.

But occasionally a sharp-eyed person sees that group of heavily armed thugs and wonders if their guard is meaningful...... Just a few dozen people rushed over. This checkpoint is going to collapse completely, right?

After the checkpoint, the sergeant on duty tonight turned pale.

Although he had already received rumors that there would be some turmoil in the lower city today, he did not expect that this turmoil would be so big.

It's like Carnival coming early. A bonfire is lit. The cheering crowd drank wine and partyed all night long. But instead of flowers, they had blades in their hands, and their faces were not decorated with masks, but were covered in blood and turned scarlet.

"These thugs ......"

He subconsciously took a step back and raised his voice: "The mounted police are all on alert, if anyone hits the checkpoint, they will all push me back!"

Hasn't the news from the headquarters come yet? Isn't it all about it?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of galloping horses' hooves came from the night behind him. He turned back like a man of pardon. I saw that one riding a black horse.

The messenger held up the lamp in his hand and illuminated the ground in front of him, and galloped through the darkness. On his saddle hung the insignia of the royal envoy, which occasionally bounced up and fell into the light, reflecting a cold light.

He came from the Upper Town, passed through Midtown, stepped on the Tower Bridge, galloped over the bridge, and finally stopped at the gate before the Lower Town, and raised the coat of arms on his saddle, and proclaimed the order:

"Everyone packed up and retreated back to Tower Bridge. Recruit all the Mounties, and all the members of the Avalon Police Department retreat behind Tower Bridge!"

The sheriff was stunned, "What about here?"

The messenger coldly glanced at the distant firelight, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth:

"--Drop the gate!"

"But ......"

"It's a bunch of garbage left and right, and it's better to die clean and let them go dog-eat-dog on their own. He waved his hand coldly, signaling the slow guards to move faster:

"Your task is to contain the spread of the riots, and as for these wild dogs, let them fend for themselves and die cleanly!"

The sheriff was silent for a long time, sighed, took an axe from his saddle, raised it high, and angrily slashed down at the cable in front of him!

Bang!

The axe sank into the wood, and the cable broke at the root, and was pulled upward by the tremendous force on the pulley, and the cable burst through the air with a sharp sound.

Above the Tower Bridge, the heavy fence that hung high suddenly shook off a large patch of patina and iron ash. The hub, which hadn't been turned in years, made a screeching sound.

At the shrill sound of metal grinding, the fence fell from the sky and smashed to the ground, blocking the only road to the lower town and the entire city.

In the commotion behind the fence, someone let out a stunned exclamation.

The civilians who had been rushing all the way watched in a daze as the door descended from the sky, cutting off the way of life, leaving only the sound of chasing that was getting closer and closer.

"Wait! wait...... We also ......"

The panicked woman shook the fence with all her might, her bruised face full of pleading, "Help us!"

In the distance, the thug with torches approached, shouting loudly.

In the woman's arms, the baby was awakened and cried. The man next to him was also desperate, and tried so hard to get through the middle of the fence:

"You can't die without help! Let us go! Let us go!"

"Back off, back now!"

The sergeant panicked and shouted over and over again: "Don't storm the checkpoint! Don't storm the ......."

He couldn't go on, he didn't dare look at those pleading eyes. He turned his head with difficulty, looked at the messenger who had given the order, and his lips pursed, and he wanted to ask for mercy, but he did not know what to say.

On horseback, the messenger seemed to notice his eyes, sighed, and turned the horse's head. A final order was issued:

"-- Gather a crowd to storm the Tower Bridge, kill!" --

On the long street, the burning buildings have been extinguished.

There was a dead silence. Only the sound of mourning melts into the wind, turning into a bleak melody that lingers in people's ears.

In the blood everywhere, a lonely shadow stood quietly in the middle of the street, silently looking around. With the exception of him and the butcher, all the creatures that could move were already lying on the ground.

Some convulsed, their minds shattered by the horror of awakening from within, and they were forever immersed in nightmares. Flooded by a black river.

Some dared to approach the butcher, and it was already broken.

Shattered to the ground.

The butcher was in the distance, catching the fish out of hiding one by one. Reaching out and gently stroking the door of their heads, he plucked their heads off.

Eventually, he cast his sights on another street, unsatisfied......

"Enough. We still have our own things to do. Avalon is so big. We can't control it. ”

The boy's voice came from a distance, stopping the butcher's movements.

The butcher turned around and saw the boy walking in the direction he had set and no longer staying, and a hoarse murmur came from the wind: "However, I at least understand a little bit of the shaman's thoughts. ”

The voice was low and cold, and it was loud: "-- This city should be cleaned up." ”-

Soon. Ye Qingxuan found that there was a monster like the butcher to help. Sometimes it's really easy to do. The ghost hand is so old, it is inconvenient to hand over the energetic work to him, and the butcher has no problem, wearing a donkey's head mask, and he knows at a glance that he is not a good person, so that there is no psychological pressure to arouse.

I paid for it!

Although the money was paid by the shaman, after all, the direct employer was Ye Qingxuan.

Just as he had determined the location of the sewers of this generation, the butcher's strange force easily smashed a large hole in the ground.

The butcher leaned in first and then jumped down.

Immediately after, Ye Qingxuan followed the rope and slid into the darkness below.

After falling for about ten meters, his feet finally landed on the ground. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and I could faintly hear the sound of the Thames rushing in the distance.

The thoughts around him fluctuated, and he quickly explored the general situation around him.

This is indeed the sewers of Avalon, yes, and there is a nameplate of the sewer nailed to the wall, and its number is highlighted in yang script.

But it looks like it's been scrapped for years.

In fact, this is not unusual, or rather, it was expected by Ye Qingxuan.

Since the establishment of Avalon, the sewer system has become a large and complex system through constant expansion and maintenance, and sometimes even its builders get lost in it.

New sewers were dug out, old ones were abandoned, and abandoned sewers were either sealed or forgotten.

It has been added and modified for hundreds of years, until at last it has become a complete labyrinth, and no one knows where its branches are going.

It's a haven for rats and garbage, a place dedicated to burying dirty secrets.

Originally, the nest where the ghost woman lived was built after renovating a discarded sewer well in the sewer system. The smuggler who was killed by the professor was also tortured to death because of his relationship with it, and most of the blame was also taken by him.

"This should be it. ”

Ye Qingxuan stroked the moss on the wall, twisted his fingers through the glove, and felt the texture of a burst of powder: "Although I don't know what the professor is trying to find here, but if you follow this clue, you will definitely find something." ”

In the silent exploration, Ye Qingxuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, he lowered his head, and through the thick darkness, he seemed to be able to see clearly what was in front of him.

In the corner, a weathered and withered skeleton sat on the ground, its head rolled into its arms with the fracture of its cervical vertebrae, as if grinning in the direction of the sky.

It's just that for some reason, there is a faint bulge like a broken horn on the skull.

The bones in his chest were all broken, as if they had been shattered by some sharp blade, and then they fled here with all their might, and then they had no strength.

So died in this dark corner.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and picked up the bone fragment that had peeled off on the ground, and the fragile bone fragment broke off at his fingertips and fell to the ground.

"It's been at least ten years. ”

Beside him, the butcher, who had been silent all along, suddenly made a voice, and his voice was hoarse.

In the darkness, his eyes behind his mask glowed blood-red, as if he could see everything in the darkness.

"Ten years?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out why there was a corpse ten years ago in this section of the sewer that had been abandoned for so long.

He waved his hand, and the breeze swept away the heavy dust from the corpse, revealing the tattered clothes underneath.

It was a thin jumpsuit, with a strange style, like the clothes given to prisoners in prison.

Is it a prisoner who dies here?

Soon, Ye Qingxuan moved along the sewer again. It's just that for some reason, the more I move forward, the more uneasy I feel in my heart.

There was a strange smell in the wind.

"Wait. ”

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and motioned for the butcher to stop. He looked around, his brow furrowed slightly: it didn't taste right.

In the sewers, a breeze came from the darkness in the distance, and a pungent smell wafted in the wind.

It's not a foul smell, it's not a sweet smell, it's something that often haunts a nightmare.

"Sanitizer?"

Why does this smell waft from this section of the sewer that has long been scrapped?

Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt that he was in a trance, and the broken picture flashed in his mind, that is, the memory of sleeping in the dark was awakened.

The white lights, the cold iron beds, the men in white coats, the sharp lancet blades in their hands, and ...... There is also the pungent smell of disinfectant water.

In that unique pungent atmosphere, there was a taste of blood.

The smell of blood.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan was terrified and turned back suddenly.

Before he could do anything, the darkness suddenly danced, stirred up by the wind of some behemoth.

It's the butcher.

The butcher took a step forward, and the bone saw in his hand suddenly unfolded. The bone saw, which was originally folded like a super giant razor, turned into a terrifying giant corpse splitting weapon when it was unfolded at this moment.

Chop!

The blood-stained bone saw swept out towards the young man, and the sharp edge almost flew over Ye Qingxuan's head!

Boom!

It was as if a water bag had been split in an instant, and something that had fallen from the dome of the sewer was nearly cut off by a bone saw, smashing into the wall with a piercing scream. (To be continued......)