Yes, the night is still long.

When the body of the giant Paul was discovered, Simon knew that death was not far from him, but he never imagined that the shadow of death would be so close to him, so close that it was less than a hair's strand—as long as the long sword around his neck went one step further, the glittering blade would slit his soft throat, and the red blood would gush out like a spring, drenching the world in a shocking red.

"Simon. ”

The demon who held his life and death in his hands watched him, and the bronze mask had an indescribable hideousness in the night.

"Yes...... Yes - villain. Simon didn't know who this strange Grim Reaper was, but he knew that the other party must be the man of Emperor Michelangelo, who must have come for Paul's death, and the only value that could keep him alive was that he was a close friend of the giant Paul, and he was the first to discover the body - so even if his tongue was knotted with fear, he struggled to make a sound at this moment.

"Very good," Death's voice was as cold as the bronze mask on his face, and there was not even the slightest breath of life in his dark blue eyes, filled with indifference and indifference to everything in the world, even if it was just a casual glance at each other, it would produce the illusion of being in an icy hell, "Follow me." ”

It was the height of summer, but Simon was still curled up, slumped on the ground and shivering.

"Don't make me repeat it a second time. The masked Grim Reaper said, not only did there not show any trace of anger in his cold tone, but there was not even the slightest fluctuation, but the instinct from life told Simon, to this little man struggling to survive in the lower city: he would die—he would definitely die—if he didn't do so, he would be killed, taken out like a chicken, and killed without mercy.

So, out of nowhere, he temporarily got rid of the fear in his heart and followed the nameless Grim Reaper wearing a bronze mask and a black feather robe.

Puff, puff, puff –

The road was as far away as the night, as if there was no end, the faint mist lingered, and I don't know if it was the illusion of being too nervous, there seemed to be a pair of scarlet eyes coveting him in the darkness on his side, Simon plucked up courage in fear, his eyes refocused on the man who almost took his life, and hesitated for a while before he spoke: "We...... Where are you going?"

The black-clad Grim Reaper did not reply, and in the streets shrouded in night, there was only the sound of the pulse of his heart for a while—after a long time, when he no longer expected to receive an answer, the masked man in front of him replied in the same cold tone as ever: "Go where you should go." ”

It was the same as not saying it, but the wonderful thing was that Simon's nervousness was relieved a lot, and even a little bold, and after looking around at the deep darkness around him, he trembled and said to the masked freak who almost took his life: "I don't know if you are ......"

"Masks. The man who was as cold as death said his name.

Simon unconsciously shrank his head when he heard this name - although there was speculation that this strange man was related to Michelangelo, he really didn't expect that the person who came would be the mask, the king of shadows hidden under the emperor's sun-like light at that moment, the well-deserved number two person in the entire lower district.

Although the giant Paul has a high status, under the rule of Emperor Michelangelo, he is the top position in charge of the entire Eastern District, but compared to the King of Shadows who has terrified countless people, he can only be regarded as a small role with empty brute force, even in front of him, an attendant, often reveals the fear from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't expect that this one would actually take action in person.

For a moment he was speechless.

"It's here. The Shadow King of the Lower Realm stopped abruptly, his head flipped over in an extremely awkward gesture, his dark blue eyes stared at him coldly, his lips under the mask opened and closed slightly, and his almost inorganic voice had a rare commanding tone, "Go in—go where you should go." ”

What is the place to go?

If he still doesn't understand, then Simon's brain is in vain - this is the mansion of the giant Paul, and the place where his fate fell - all he has to do now is to take this great man who is only under Emperor Michelangelo to the scene of Paul's death, and then wait for the judgment of fate.

That's right...... Verdict.

Unnoticed, he clenched his palms tightly, then let go.

It's not time yet—

With this in mind, he led the Shadow King of the lower districts to the bloodiest room.

"This is it," he said, and then turned sideways, respectfully giving way to the space, "I found Master Paul lying in a pool of blood the next morning, and I was a little panicked at the time, so I didn't control the situation in the first place, and by the time I reacted, the news had already leaked. ”

"What about them?" asked Mask.

"I've been disposed of. Simon buried his head deep in the eyes of the terrible, "and the few who didn't know the actual situation were controlled by me." ”

"Good. The black-clothed Grim Reaper complimented, leaned down in front of a pool of blood, stretched out his hand and stained it a little scarlet, then put it into his purple lips under the mask, chewed slowly, and came to the conclusion after a while, "The time of death was roughly yesterday at this time, maybe a little earlier." ”

"The time of the greeting is about 9 o'clock in the evening. The young attendant respectfully maintained his duty, "He said that he was a guest, but Lord Paul would not give them the specifications and treatment they deserved, so there is no one who knows what is happening when receiving guests except for adults." ”

"Idiot. The King of Shadows of the lower district mercilessly criticized the stupidity of the deceased, but the movements of his hands did not pause in the slightest - he still maintained a half-squatting position, carefully examining every part of the giant Paul's body, and then slightly raised his brow under the mask, "The means are very sophisticated, there is only one fatal wound, life and death are only defined in an instant, he is a very remarkable fellow." ”

Giant Paul may not be a first-rate person in the lower classes, but with his strong physical fitness and war-hardened will, he is definitely a guy that no one should be underestimated. The killers who can send him defenseless to death with a single blow must have enough skill to make the entire underworld look sideways, and there are only a handful of forces that can take them into their pockets and dare to challenge Michelangelo.

"The House of the Lost, or—the Dark Guild. ”

Several suffocating killing attempts came out of his mouth, and the black-clad Reaper in the mask was not carried away by the rage - neither the House of the Lost nor the Dark Guild was a force that could be easily manipulated - the former was a mysterious force constructed by the Dark Travelers lost in the Nameless Mist, and the latter was the gathering place of all the outlaws in the lower districts, and it was said that there was still the shadow of the Glorious One behind it, and it was really not advisable to act rashly without tangible evidence.

But......

He narrowed his eyes slightly—he might as well muddy the water a little more.

From the rumors of the demon infestation to the death of the giant Paul, there is a black hand behind everything that controls everything, whether the owner of this hand is the House of the Lost or the Dark Guild, or the big people in the upper district, what he needs to do is to find him and then cut it off, so as to tell those fools who are ready to move that there is only one master of the lower district from beginning to end, and only Michelangelo.

Right now...... Only by muddying the water can you see more clearly.

Thinking like this, the mask made a decision in his heart.

"Simon," he said, rising from a pool of blood, his cold eyes cast on the attendant who stood respectfully beside him, "who were the people who visited Paul yesterday?"

"Hoover of the Tallinn Chamber of Commerce, Virginia and Amy Ulysses of the House of Fairies"

"Ulysses ......," said the Shadow King of the Lower Town, repeating the old surname inherited from the time of the Kings, and couldn't help but sneer, "Paul is really an idiot, and I don't know if he can think about it with his brain, can he still be a simple guy who can still be alive after offending Galsworthy? ”

Simon bowed respectfully and said nothing.

Goldsworthy, even in the lower districts, there are very few people who do not know this surname, not only because the current lord of Hemtica, Duke, comes from this ancient family of the Honorable, but also because this family has held the position of the lord of the city for more than one hundred and fifty years, regardless of the factors of the Order and the sword-wielding, the entire city council, the entire Upper Town is almost the word of this family, even a figure like Michelangelo who dares to wrestle with the Glory, is more fearful than respectful of the first family of Hemtika City.

offended Duke Goldsworthy and can still live well in the world, the surname Ulysses must have a corresponding uniqueness - especially when Ulysses is only the last two underage little guys, and the city lord, who has never been known for his belly, still turns a blind eye to them, the information revealed in this is very intriguing, and only a guy with a head full of muscles like Paul will participate in it- But this was obviously not what he should say, not what an attendant should say, so he wisely kept silent.

However, this silence was broken by himself in the next moment.

"——!" overflowed from his lips, and it was a meaningless word, although he subconsciously covered his mouth at the first time and suppressed his exclamation, but the frightened and inexplicable gaffe did not converge in the slightest, and froze on his face as if time had stood still.

"Don't panic," the Shadow King of Downtown glanced at him with a cold gaze, his tone as cold as ever, "you have to get used to being with it, and then go with it to visit the three guests last night, and if you can't, I don't mind letting you become the same thing." ”

He paused, then uttered something creepy.

"—Before me, the dead have no right to sleep. ”