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A cold wind howls in the English Highlands in November.

After the man in black said a word, the scene fell into a dead silence.

Only the call of the wind and the sound of waves crashing against the reef in the distance.

The thick clouds that had been gathering just now swept over.

Rustle rustle......

It's raining, cold rain in November.

Four European men in black tuxedos stand in front of the lighthouse, letting the cold rain hit their faces.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the hairstyle they had before had been washed away from the mess.

The rain ran down the ends of his hair and into his eyes and mouths, but no one moved to wipe it, just stood quietly.

Their eyes were so determined, and the expressions on their faces were extremely respectful.

After a long time, a very old voice sounded inside, with a thick English accent, but with a hint of Slavic flavor mixed in.

"It's raining, it's cold, come in!"

The four hurriedly replied, "Yes, my Earl!"

They shook off the rain from their bodies and entered the small room under the lighthouse as if they had stepped into a temple.

The light inside was dim.

On the granite walls, several torches are inserted, emitting a dark red light.

In the corner of the wall was a fireplace embedded in the wall, and the fire inside was very hot, and a rickety old man was sending pine branches into it.

Bang Bang ......

Branches filled with pine oil are thrown inside, making a pop.

On one side of the fireplace, there is a huge wooden barrel with a pile of red charcoal burning underneath.

On the wooden barrel, steaming and tumbling, you can vaguely see a person sitting inside.

There is a reflection on the wall, which is the man in the barrel, and it is very long, like a monster with teeth and claws, and towards a dry dead tree.

At this moment, the old man who was lying on the ground and threw wood at the fireplace stood up and bowed respectfully to the barrel: "My lord, are you satisfied with the temperature of the water today?"

"Jesse, my heart is so cold today, the water temperature is not enough, keep adding!"

"Yes, my Earl!"

The rickety old man's whole body was covered with a black cloth, and he couldn't see his face, but when he heard the voice, he knew that he was old.

Trembling, he grabbed a handful of burning charcoal from the fireplace and scattered it under the barrel.

Under the stunned gaze of the four people, the rickety old man seemed to be very ordinary, and in the raging fire, he grabbed a pile of charcoal.

The barrel looked thin, but it was roasted by the fire below, and it never burned.

Here, time seems to stand still, passing very slowly.

The four black-clothed men didn't dare to come out, and looked at them with solemn faces.

"Jesse, there's not enough water in the bucket, you have to add it!"

The rickety old man bowed: "Yes, my Earl!"

I saw the rickety old man trembling to a wall, knocking on it a few times, only to hear the rumbling sound, and the wall pulled a crack.

He walked in.

A few minutes later, the rickety old friend dragged a young man with a hood out.

The figure was half dead, motionless.

However, when the dry palm of the rickety old man touched his neck, he resisted.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the young man who didn't know his name or race was easily pinched to death.

The rickety old man picked up a piece of glass from the ground, scratched it at the young man's neck, and then lifted it with ease, and hung the man's neck on the side of the barrel.

"My Earl, do you think this amount is okay?"

"Not fresh!"

"I've asked someone to find it again!"

The four of them were stunned, just looking at a living being, withering and dying before their eyes, and several of them shuddered, straightened up, and became nervous.

Minutes and seconds passed.

It's slow, it's slow, it's very painful!

"You're saying Robbie and Mark are gone?"

"Yes, Lord Earl!"

"Who is it?"

"It's still uncertain, but the hotel jumped to death three people, and all three of them have something to do with Jiang Chen......

"Jiang Chen...... Haven't you managed a Chinese man for so long?" sighed in the bucket.

The four black-clothed men glanced at each other, and one of them said, "Lord Hui, this person is very cunning and ruthless, and we are looking for a countermeasure!"

cough cough cough ......

The barrel coughed violently, like an old man in his last years.

At that moment, a withered, blackened arm stretched out from the barrel.

It grew longer and longer, and Mori Bai's nails appeared on it.

The big slender hand pinched a person's neck: "You see I'm like this, let you look for the mysterious healing objects of the East, but why don't you care?"

The man's whole body tensed with fright, and the expression on his face was extremely panicked, and he was about to cry in fright.

His teeth chattered, "Your honorable uncle...... Lord Jue, we did our best!"

"Do your best, or like this, what's the point of existence?"

Suddenly, the slender palm suddenly pierced into the black man's neck, and then the whole hand got into it.

Before the man in black could utter a call, he was pulled in, and then there was a tumbling inside.

The smell of blood in the air was much stronger.

"Count spare your life...... We'll bring you Jiang Chen's head right away......" said a man in black with trembling legs.

The smell of urine was in the air.

cough cough cough cough ......

There was another fierce cough in the barrel, I don't know if I was angry or excited.

"I worked hard to build such a huge company, but I couldn't cure myself...... Ahem, that's ironic!"

Immediately, the voice in the barrel changed, and it sounded like it was thirty years younger, full of energy.

"Do you think I just want Jiang Chen's head?

Then, there was a voice of jealousy, envy, and even a little fascination from the barrel.

"I want Jiang Chen's technique, the true qi of the Eastern monk, the mysterious growth fluid, the thing that can make me immortal......"

Then, the people inside the barrel began to be angry again: "What a bunch of fools, what's the use of raising you, you don't even understand this truth, I don't think you need to exist anymore!"

There was a bang.

A pair of hands came out of the barrel, but this time they were not dry and slender, but like normal people, full of muscles, and body hair on their arms.

Burst......

This time, instead of pinching the neck, the two hands tore through the suit of the man in black with one hand, and the two hands were like scalpels, disemboweling the person.

Immediately, the colorful field flowed all over the place.

The man inside the bucket cleanly ripped off the connection and pulled the man in, and the water tumbled again.

"Alas...... This bunch of garbage, I can't handle it for so long, are you trying to force me to do it myself?"

"Honorable Earl, Jiang Chen is not worthy of him!"

"Jesse, you are wrong, the monks of the East cannot be measured by age...... Never mind...... You're tired too, the two of them are useless waste anyway, reward you......"

"Thank you, Lord Earl!" the rickety old man looked up suddenly, and his black robe fell, revealing a withered face, as if it had been burned by fire, extremely ugly, and even white bones could be seen on one side of his face.

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