Half an hour later, in the sewers.

A group of burly men covered in tattoos stepped on sewage to clean up the garbage in the neighborhood, and then the old men stepped down the ladder. He stood on the stone steps and looked around. Sewage flowed through his boots, leaving yellow trails.

He frowned, bit his new pipe, and looked around, "Which way did you go?"

A dozen fierce vicious dogs sniffed the air, their blood-red eyes staring in a certain direction in the darkness, and barked wildly. Stout men clutched their chains, and the odious dogs struggled frantically, stretching the chains straight up.

Ghost Hand nodded and asked, "It's all blocked?"

"Well, all the nearby exits are guarded. The man who took the lead, the man had a bald head, a dense devil tattoo on the back of his ear, and a fierce face: "Those two little ghosts can't run away." ”

"Then go ahead. Don't let them get away. ”

The bald man nodded, pulling the vicious dogs to track, but under the pull, he found that the strong dogs remained in place and did not move.

Suddenly, they stopped barking, as if they had seen ghosts, and the most powerful hounds in the Colosseum were now lying on their stomachs in the dirty water, and they refused to take a step forward despite being punched and kicked by others.

"Ahh

In the darkness ahead, someone unintentionally sneezed.

This was followed by the sound of unfolding the handkerchief to wash his nose, and finally the man threw the handkerchief into the ditch next to him, unfurled a new handkerchief, and tore it in half.

The sound of the handkerchief shattering was crisp, like fine silk. Those silks from the Orient are embroidered with intricate patterns. When you hold it in your hand, it looks like air, and when you shake it, you feel like it's about to dissipate like a fog.

They should have been hung in the shop, lying in incense, for people to admire, but now someone ripped them up just to plug their nostrils.

Then the man made an urn-swelling sound, "This stinks in here, why do you rats always like to burrow into the sewers?"

Enraged, the men slammed their iron rods and swords against the walls with a screeching sound. Some people stepped forward to get the guy out and see what he had eaten wrong.

But the ghost hand stopped them.

The old guy was expressionless, just snatched a lantern from his subordinate's hand and shone it forward.

The blonde teenager is illuminated.

He was dressed in a black gown that should not have been here at all, with a bow tie, as if he was going to some aristocratic banquet, and even the square cufflinks were embedded with gems.

Now, he's sitting in a high chair that he has moved from nowhere, with a woolen carpet underneath his feet, thick and soft. When he was discovered, he took a good look at it.

The kind of eyes full of arrogant arrogance, and crazy provocation.

It was Hermes.

"Traders?"

Ghost Hand asked coldly.

"Yo, ghost hand, you're still alive......" Hermes laughed, raising his hand, "I'm back, do you want a souvenir?" I have an iron pomegranate for you. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and in his hand there was a round iron lump with the decoration of a well lattice. At the top is a thin iron pipe with a small ring on it.

The ring looks like some strange decoration, but when you see it, you can't help but pull it out.

Now, Hermes tossed the small thing, his eyes full of enthusiasm and antiquation to hand it to the ghost.

"No, you don't. ”

The ghost hand coldly refused, his eyes gloomy: "The shaman has said that it is strictly forbidden for you to appear in this city again." ”

"Aha, that's really an unbearable past. He accidentally grabbed the handle before, and he made a little embarrassed. It's good to forget about these things, please don't care. ”

The young man smiled heartlessly, paused, and seemed to reveal a secret that not many people knew yet, and his eyes mocked: "Besides, hasn't he been missing for a long time?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was stunned.

The burly subordinates paused, as if they had heard something incredible. Some of them looked at the ghost hand suspiciously, some were confused, and some of them changed their eyes and became dangerous.

But the ghost hand was still indifferent, and his face was expressionless:

"It's not something you should care about, and even if he's not there, Avalon is still a shaman. ”

"Oh, yes, but I don't seem to find the slightest bit of loyalty in those gangs. ”

On the high chair, Hermes looked down at the ghost hand, shook his head slowly, and said with a slurp in his mouth, as if looking at some rare thing:

"Now the Corsicans, Caucasians, and Tianzhu people who eat in the lower city have ignored his orders, and the old woman, who only abducts and sells children in the sewers, is also planning to fend for herself?

The shaman has lost his ground, Ghost Hand, and the newcomers don't even know who he is. It's just you, the dog-legged loyal, hugging his thighs as if you were a treasure. ”

"I don't want to say anything superfluous. ”

The ghost hand stepped forward on the sewage, just looking at the road behind him: "-You should get out of the way." ”

"You want to do something to me?"

Hermes looked at the black leather gloves on the left hand of the ghost hand, leaned over slowly, and whispered in his ear, "Don't forget where you bought that hand." ”

The ghost hand said, "Those two people are the people the shaman is looking for." ”

"It's not the shaman who wants to find them, it's the person who came to you with his old tokens, right?"

Hermes smiled and patted his head contrivedly, as if he was just raising his head now: "Oh, I almost forgot, there is a token of one person who bought it from me. I remember him as if his surname was Chang ......"

"Traders!"

Ghost Hand raised his black-gloved palm and removed the pipe from the corner of his mouth: "You should understand the rules here, don't get in the way." ”

"Call me Hermes, I like the name. ”

When the blonde boy said this name, his eyebrows were raised, and his expression was bright: "As for the rules, I'm sorry, I've been out for so long, I've forgotten everything." ”

The expression of the ghost hand became cold, but Hermes put his hand into his arms, took out a thick paper bag, and threw it into his arms: "Don't be in a hurry to turn your face first, look at this." ”

He stroked his cane intertwined with snakes and whispered, "In my place, the price has always been clearly marked, and when I trade with others, there is never a reason for people to lose their money. ”

Ghost Hand silently opened the paper bag and looked at the old paper in it by the light. The paper looked like it had been burned by fire, and most of it was mutilated, but faint handwriting and patterns could be faintly seen.

The handwriting and patterns tightened the eyes of the ghost hand.

"Avalon's map, which Avalon's?"

"The real one...... For so many years, the royal family has been looking for it, and you can sell it for a good price.

The shaman is not there, no one is covering you, and it is not bad for everyone to be a pension after dividing it. That's enough money for the rest of your life, gambling and dying in the champagne tub.

The premise is - don't worry about it anymore. ”

Ghost Hand raised his eyes to look at him, shook his head after a long time, and returned the paper bag to him: "Girls are okay, but men are not." ”

Silence, long silence.

In the silence, the smile on Hermes's face faded little by little. The young man's expression became cold and gloomy, and the sharp pupils of his eyes were like blades, which made the ghost feel chills after stabbing his hand.

He stared at the old man in front of him, and in a soft voice, he said word by word:

"Ghost hands, don't be ignorant. ”

"This is an order given by the shaman himself. ”

Ghost Hand whispered, "A few days ago, he had returned. ”

Hermes's expression changed, and a hint of astonishment flashed.

The expression of the ghost hand remained unchanged: "When I meet you today, I can ignore this matter." Even if he's in your store, we can leave it alone. But you must know that as long as the shaman's orders are still there, the little boy will still be our enemy. ”

"Is that so?"

Hermes pondered, as if he had suddenly understood something, and suddenly realized, his icy expression suddenly dissipated, and he laughed again, like the sun:

"I suddenly knew what this old guy was trying to do. ”

As he spoke, he threw the paper bag back into the arms of the ghost hand: "You can take this thing back." Just like my gift to the shaman...... I wish him a quick death of late syphilis in his toilet. ”

"We'll tell you. ”

Ghost Hand took one last look at him, turned away, and turned away with his subordinates.

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By the time Hermes returned to the ground, it was already dawn.

The long night was finally coming to an end.

It was dark, but a faint ray of sunlight could still be felt falling from the end of the fog.

Hermes stood beside the carriage, reached out and took the coat that Seton had handed him, and threw the stinking new dress into the sewer without hesitation.

Setton sat in the coachman's seat, his burly body as if he were about to burst the seat of the carriage.

After Hermes put on it again, he took out a bottle of perfume and poured half of it on himself, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and regained his senses: "Whew, it stinks to me...... What's the trouble?"

"A couple of people found them coming over and I dealt with them. ”

Seton pointed to the corner of the wall, where the two ** bags seemed to be filled with mud and looked soft. There was a faint red glow coming out of it, causing the two wild cats to scratch curiously.

Hermes nodded, then asked:

"What about them?"

Seton opened the door of the carriage and looked, "Asleep." ”

Hermes stood outside the car, looking at the children inside, silent for a long time.

In the richly decorated carriage, the embarrassed boy and the little girl leaned back in their seats, both asleep. They slept so heavily that they almost slipped off it.

In their deep sleep, Bai Xi leaned on Ye Qingxuandi's shoulder, their white hair almost entangled.

The interior of the carriage is obviously spacious. But they only occupy such a small corner, snuggling up to each other. The faint morning light illuminated their quiet faces, as if they had been illuminated into a dream, so there was a slight smile on the corners of their mouths.

It was clear that Hermes had saved up a lot of grumbling and strange things to say to them, but now looking at them, he felt a little unbearable to disturb them.

After a long time, Hermes's gaze fell on Bai Xi's cheek, and his eyes became gentle and compassionate.

"It's really unfortunate, obviously she will be a beautiful girl when she grows up, and she will fall into the city and the country. ”

He glanced at Bai Xi one last time, closed the door, and sighed softly: "It's a pity that there is not only such a sad talent as 'swaggering'...... I also happened to run into a person, so that you willingly consume yourself. ”