After waiting for half a minute, the masked man named Eru felt a little impatient. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

They came out to tie people up, how could they be so abrasive?

This is not a three-way dock area, what if the guards come over and find out, do you tell them that a few of us are hanging out in the cool of the dark?

"I said you guys are ...... fast."

He frowned impatiently, and turned his head sharply with a low growl, trying to see what the bastards behind him were doing with the ink, but as soon as he looked back, the roar that came out of it was immediately stuck in his neck, and the whole person brushed down the hairs, and almost jumped up from the ground like grasshoppers.

Hell yes!

He found that there was nothing in the black hole in the alley behind him, and the companions who followed him along the way were as if they had evaporated from the world, and they couldn't find any traces. You know, just a minute ago, he was still talking to the person behind him, but when he turned around, there was nothing behind him.

How is this possible?

He looked down at the bloodless ground, and couldn't help but think to himself, even if someone killed him, there would be a corpse, right?

"Gram...... Klein?"

"Jerry?"

"Burton?"

......

The first time he encountered such a bizarre thing, Eru swallowed his saliva unconsciously, only to feel that the night wind was blowing on his body was particularly eerie, as if he was being targeted by something unclean. As he looked around, he involuntarily let out a trembling sound, calling out the names of his companions one by one, but no matter how many times he repeated the call, he never received a single response except the sound of the night wind blowing in the alleyway.

Monster!

In his eyes, the alley was a monster with its mouth open at the moment, and he was now standing on the tongue of this monster! The villain, who had never been afraid of heaven and earth, took a few steps back in horror so that he could escape from the huge mouth of the black hole as soon as possible.

He didn't dare to call out his companions' names anymore, let alone poke his head into the dark alleyways to look for them. For he was afraid that his voice would wake up the monster, for he was afraid that if he poked his head into the monster's "mouth", the monster waiting for the prey to come to the door would bite off his head at once.

Tonight's events are so bizarre, I need to get out of here right now!

After being blown by the cold wind, the bandit's head suddenly sobered up. He hurriedly began to look around, trying to find a safe and secure route back. They must not be able to stay here any longer, they must be targeted by something unclean. Now the others have been killed by this unclean thing, and the only reason why he is alive is because the thing is "eating".

If it's not full, it's going to come to it later!

The villain, who thought he knew the "truth", spread his feet and prepared to run out. He didn't dare to go down the alley anymore, he just wanted to run to the street as soon as possible. Even if you meet the guards, you will be caught if you are caught, and it is better to go to the dungeon than to lose your life. But what he didn't know was that "something unclean" had already quietly appeared behind him at this time.

A black sword silently reached in front of his neck, and from behind him, with the force of his running forward, it swept cleanly.

......

The next morning, Miss Olivia was woken up by a scream. The scream came from outside the window, sourced from a waitress in the inn. The scream was caused by the waitress discovering a dead body lying in the back of the hotel. Of course, it should be a dead body dressed in black and masked.

In fact, no one would be surprised to see a dead body in the Docklands in the morning, because that scene has long been commonplace for people who are begging for a living in the Docks. But after all, this is a commercial area with good law and order, and for these relatively peaceful civilians, the bizarre appearance of a dead body is enough to frighten people.

The quiet morning became noisy.

When Olivia reluctantly got up and pushed open the window, she found the corpse lying in the alley not far from the windowsill, and the corpse was already surrounded by all kinds of idlers, and in the distance there were several guys in guard clothes rushing towards it.

"Martina. ”

Seeing such a scene, Olivia was slightly startled, and then calmly closed the window again. The businesswoman realized in a moment what was happening, so she turned back to her best friend and asked, "You went out last night, didn't you?"

"Not me. The well-dressed Miss Knight shook her head.

"Looks like we're causing trouble for Mr. Ian. ”

"I'm not very much in favor of that. Miss Knight shook her head again.

As a noble knight, she always felt that no one except the "law" had the right to easily erase the lives of others. Although she knew that this was the best way to deter unscrupulous people, she was somewhat difficult to agree with such killing. Of course, she didn't blame Ian for that, as everyone had different ways of doing things, and she knew full well that she and Olivia were causing these troubles.

"I thought you had changed. ”

Miss Merchant was not the slightest surprise that her best friend would say such things, and her years of getting along with her had taught her that Martina was stubbornly cute in some way. She reached out and touched Miss Knight's head, laughing involuntarily.

"Martina, you are still so naïve. ”

......

Ian found himself changing.

Quietly gazing at the dead bodies under the windowsill, he found himself beginning to become disrespectful of human life.

Such a change made him wary. Because he doesn't know whether this change is good or bad, whether it is because he has begun to "kill decisively", or simply because the divinity in the soul has finally begun to haunt him.

He knew that if it was a year ago, in the face of such ruffians, the means he used would be nothing more than knocking out the "delivery", but now, he has been able to erase the lives of others without hesitation, and there is no mood swing afterwards.

In Ian's opinion, the change was terrifying. He is not afraid of killing, and in the fight between life and death, killing opponents is nothing new to him. He also does not regret that he killed a few villains, in order to adapt to the rules of this world, in order to be able to survive, he already knows that the necessary killing is inevitable.

What he is really wary of is the mentality of having no emotional fluctuations in killing, and he is worried about what he will become if he continues like this?

The old self is disappearing little by little, as if humanity is being swallowed up by divinity!