In front of the corpse, Samro was expressionless, he threw the crossbow in his hand to Sandru, the bodyguard next to him, and then took out a handkerchief from his arms, covered his nostrils, and vigorously washed his nose.

Finally, he threw his dirty handkerchief on the corpse and turned to leave.

After taking two steps, Samro suddenly reached out and snatched the crossbow from Sandru's hand, turned back sharply, aimed at the corpse, and pulled the trigger frantically.

"Fuck, their, fuck ......"

Bang, bang, bang!

In the midst of all the horror, he shot a box of crossbow arrows, smashed them to the ground in anger, reached out and pulled Sandru by the collar, pulled him in front of him, and roared in his face:

"Dig one more hole in here, and find that fellow! I'm going to see him in the pit tomorrow night, you know? or I'm going to see you in the pit......"

Sandru looked at his gloomy floor hole, swallowed and spat, and nodded stiffly.

Someone's chuckle came from the wind.

Coming from behind Samro.

"Who?!"

He turned abruptly and glared at the darkness dancing under the dead trees behind him: "Who's there! Get out!"

He roared angrily, staring at this and that faint figure. The figure was chuckling softly, and Sam motioned for his men to investigate, but Sandru swallowed and shook his head, "Boss, there's nothing there......"

"Fart!"

The Rat King lifted his crossbow and shot the bolts in the box into the shadows under the tree in the eyes of everyone, until finally, the dancing darkness in his eyes finally shattered, revealing its original appearance.

He gasped, dropped his crossbow, snatched the torch, and walked towards it.

But there were no bodies there, only a broken tombstone.

The Rat King looked at the tombstone in amazement and leaned over the torch, which illuminated the name on the tombstone. He also turned his face pale.

Beside him, Sandru let out a scream and staggered back, as if he had seen a ghost-

In the light of the fire. The handwriting on the tombstone is hideous.

- Sam Rowe is buried here.

A few short epitaphs are written below: Here is buried a traitor, a profit-hungry maniac, a mouse.

"Anta, it's Anta's back!"

Sandru seemed to remember something, and his face suddenly turned pale: "Boss, it's Anta......'s back!

"Shut up. Anta is dead. ”

Sam looked at him with a blank expression, the lifeless look in his eyes that made Sandru's voice stop abruptly.

The name Anta is no stranger to the old people in the rat club.

The Rat Club wasn't called the Rat Club when it first started, just like Sam wasn't born as a leader. At that time, it was still called the 'Brothers', and the leader was Antah. All admired him and rallied under his will.

Anta is a wanderer from Romulus and was born with werewolf blood. No one in Downtown could defeat this man with the mark of a demon on his body. He is silent, but he is by no means greedy. He gave all the money he earned to those who claimed to be his brothers, thinking that he would have a home in this way.

Sam is one of his 'family'.

Anta blessed the bankrupt businessman. Treat him as a brother and pull him out of the quagmire of usury. Sam also thinks he's his brother. is so good to himself, and he doesn't ask for anything in return, even if it's his own father, he can't be better than this brother.

Gradually, however, Sam stopped thinking of Antar as a brother.

Anta was an obstacle, the nobles said to him.

Then Anta died.

Died in the alley, shot with crossbow arrows by his brothers. The strange power and martial arts that fought all over the lower city and won the admiration of the brothers were useless until death.

Surrounded by what he considered his 'family', he was humiliated and turned into a hedgehog. But he was still not dead, and roared angrily, like a real man-wolf.

"Aren't we brothers?" Anta finally asked Sam, who had planned all this, his eyes blood-red, "We're family." Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm also a family member. ”

Sam was a little unhappy and gouged out his heart with a dagger: "Can't you sacrifice for the sake of your family?"

In this way, Anta dedicated his heart to the prosperity of his family.

"I won't let you go. ”

He said so, and then died, and died without looking at it.

Sam to appease people, or rather, to appease himself. Thick burial of Anta

Koanta's grave was dug open. Some say that it was the homeless man who dug up Anta's grave for his funeral goods. It is also said that the tomb was dug from the inside.

People who have been to the scene have told others about the scratches on the coffin, which are composed of large and small names, and those claw marks with blood and minced flesh are all the same name.

Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam......

"I won't let you go......"

The murmur suddenly sounded in his ears again, and Sam's eyes turned abruptly.

But in the white moonlight, there was not a single rotting corpse looking at him, there was nothing there. There was only a large group of newcomers who had just joined the Rat Society.

They looked at Sam in amazement and whispered with irrepressible fear.

"Anta, it's really Anta!"

Sandru looked into the darkness in despair, stumbling back: "You're back?!How can you ...... back?"

Syllable!

"Calm down, Sandru. ”

The Rat King slapped him in the face, waking him up. He looked around, his eyes squinting with viciousness: "Someone is playing tricks." ”

"Boss, I—I heard someone's voice. ”

"That's the 'phantom sound', the most common trick used by musicians, to pretend to be a ghost. ”

Sam forced a sneer, suppressing the fear in his heart.

After being in the lower city for so long, he didn't come into contact with those legendary big people, who would also come to do dirty work for money.

He hired a few times, and even killed a few...... No matter how powerful a low-level musician is, he is still a human being, and he will die if his blood runs dry.

"If he wants to influence us, he has to be nearby. But there is no place for Tibetans here......" he muttered, his eyes locked on the subordinate in front of him:

"He is hidden among you!"

For a moment, the bandits stirred, staring at each other in dismay, unaware that there was a demon hiding among them.

"All the people who come are familiar faces. Sandru said, "There's no reason to bring in a musician." ”

Sam took a sip. I became more and more convinced of the answer: "For those musicians, changing their faces is easier than changing their pants!"

Following his order, the men who followed him all raised their crossbows and prepared the crowd. The bandits in the crowd were stunned. Suddenly there was an uproar, and some people had gloomy faces and pressed their hands directly on the hilt of the knife.

"What do you mean, Sam!" someone shouted, "Everyone is here to beg for a bowl of food, and you are doing this to us!"

"Don't move!"

Sam looked at him coldly, "You're a traitor! No one is allowed to move until you find out who it is! Even if I die, I will take you to the funeral.

When the time comes, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

In the crowd, Bai Xi subconsciously took a step back. I couldn't help but start to regret it: I obviously cared about that guy coming here, but that guy was going to kill himself!

But what she had just experienced made her a little suspicious: the person who played this group of thugs to the turn was really her soft-hearted cheap cousin?

Or is it someone else?

There are even more dangerous guys hiding here......

She subconsciously looked into the darkness around her, and she stared at every pale face. But in the crowd, she couldn't find any trace of Ye Qingxuan at all.

Suddenly, she remembered something. Looking around at the darkness surging beyond the firelight, it suddenly dawned on him that he knew where Ye Qingxuan was hiding.

This bastard......

At the same time, a faint melody rose.

It was as if the hatred that had slept in the depths of the cemetery had awakened, and it echoed in everyone's ears.

The melody that was full of countless crazy breaths seemed to converge into a black river and flow into everyone's heart.

Thus, the painful memories that had settled in the deepest part of the human heart awakened, bringing unspeakable fear.

"There are ghosts!

In the crowd, Bai Xi lowered his voice and screamed, helping him create panic: "Run." The Rat King wants to kill us!"

As soon as the voice fell, some people couldn't stand this weird atmosphere anymore and ran away. However, the Rat King's men coldly raised their crossbows.

After a few shrill screams, the running figure was cut through a terrible hole by the exploding arrows.

――A crossbow bolt with the 'burst' note engraved on it in the crossbow!

Just a few snaps of the fingers. The convulsive corpses on the ground crippled and did not move, and the foul blood flowed from the wounds, staining the broken stone slabs of the road and seeping silently into the dirt.

"Sam has already done it! He's going to kill us all......" Bai Xi changed directions, and shouted in another person's voice, "Kill him!" he is crazy......

The crowd was disturbed, and a hint of ferocity flashed in everyone's eyes. The palm of the hand is unconsciously pressed against the weapon.

But they were greeted by a row of crossbow arrows aimed at the crowd.

"I told you that you are not allowed to move!"

Sam growled, looking around, looking for where the music was coming from: "Get out! You, I know you're here!"

But the sharp melody still reverberates, like a blade rubbing, venting an incomparable manic and oppressive atmosphere, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of a coffin, hissing and roaring.

"I said I would, I'll come. ”

In the miasma and darkness of the cemetery, a dark melody reverberates.

A deep voice rang out, like a gentleman, polite, but with an indescribable mockery: "Thank you for preparing such a chic welcome for me.

In return, I also brought you a ...... Greetings from an old friend. ”

At that moment, the music in the darkness suddenly rose to a high pitch, pouring into his ears like a tidal wave. The mournful voice was like a roar of rage, and the demons of hell were singing.

Every note smashed into the most vulnerable place of his heart, and every melody dug into his worst past.

The dark melody echoed in his consciousness, gradually digging out the lingering nightmares that were haunted in his memory.

In the eyes of the Rat King, the blood of the Porpo Ground flowed out of the rotten earth on the ground.

In front of him, the corpse that had been headshot by his crossbow bolt raised its eyes again, and the eyes of the dead eyes lit up with resentment, which was bitter hatred.

Gradually, his countenance changed, becoming rough, furious, and like a man-wolf. His body was full of arrows, and he was obviously shot into a hedgehog, but he still struggled to die.

Just staring at the Rat King, staring at this former brother.

"Sam, Sam, Sam......"

The Rat King suddenly remembered the past, the moment when this guy was dying. He was in blood, and Anta was staring at him, muttering as if he was bitter, "I won't let you go, Sam!"

That's really...... A nightmare that haunts a lifetime!

"It's really you ......"

The Rat King staggered back, unable to accept what was in front of him, so his face turned pale: "You're dead! You should have been dead!" )