I walked over to him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info As he approached him, he grabbed my arm and put a handkerchief to my face.

"At the end of the day, you'll have to put away your tears. ”

He was slightly rude and wrung my nose for me.

"What I was going to tell you before, crying is one. Then you have to remember that the Quenching Dagger is not a comfortable place, and that place may be a life and death for a knife ear. To survive, you have to prove yourself. You have to try to get someone to notice you, you have to make that person like you, and you have to have a better chance of winning...... Then, one day, maybe one day he will set you free. ”

I listened to the shopkeeper's words and unconsciously stopped sobbing. He put away his handkerchief and immediately pulled me towards the other end of the cellar. There was a door, and a cold wind blew through the cracks. When I got to the door, the shopkeeper told me to back off a bit, then took out the key and unlocked the door. Immediately after, a dark unknown world fell into my eyes—a huge pipe that looked straight up and down, the walls were all made of bluestone, and some ferns struggled to emerge from the cracks in the stone to meet the sporadic light falling from above.

"Well, this place is kind of interesting, isn't it? It was all made by your ancestors. The shopkeeper scoffed.

"There are many other places like this in the city, which are used to drain rainwater and sewage, and those ridiculous short-lived species secretly occupy public land, build cellars, build underground courtyards, and finally build an open-air dissipation field, which stinks to the sky. They are good at self-hypnosis, insisting that the manure tank is better for composting. ”

I was stunned, and the shopkeeper suddenly kicked the stone brick next to my feet, and after a sudden sound of gears turning, a ladder fell in front of us.

"I'll go down first, and you stay in jail. He said, and when he was done, he climbed down the ladder. I followed him up to a height of at least three stories before I finally got my feet on the ground. He looked at me panting, and suddenly reached out and grabbed my hair.

"What the hell is the ladder...... It's really life-threatening. He spat on it.

"For the sake of you little bitch, I'm still at odds with that bastard from Pedor, don't let me look away. ”

As the shopkeeper said this, a boy slightly older than me came around me, and when he saw that I was looking at him, he rushed up and shoved me, and then jumped up the ladder. This reckless act completely confused me, and the shopkeeper seemed to be stunned, and the next moment, he glared and shouted, "Hell, come down, go back!"

The boy ignored his cries, but just climbed up with all his might. The shopkeeper climbed up as well, reaching for the boy to pinch the boy's ankle, but his reaction was a little slower. The boy kicked him so hard that he fell off the ladder and hit his hips on the ground, his face twisted.

"Oh my god!" the shopkeeper rubbed his buttocks, unable to get up.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at his embarrassed appearance, while the boy who was still fleeing shouted downward, "I won't be caught, you fat pig! I'm free, and I'll never go back to this place again!"

These words make my heart flutter. I watched the boy climb to the top of the ladder and felt nothing but envy. What would happen if you escaped with him?

The thought was swirling in my mind when it was interrupted by a curse from the shopkeeper. He jumped up as if holding his breath, but instead of jumping up the ladder to chase the boy, he lunged at me. I only flickered for a moment, and then he was held in his arms. He was still pushing me desperately into his fat meat, and the smell of heat made my brain dizzy.

I was fluttering on all fours, trying to break free, but the shopkeeper recited something in a strange tone. Immediately after, a cold, hard touch came from my fingertips. My eyes widened in astonishment, and I saw that the shopkeeper had ice thorns on his cheeks and arms, his eyes were pursed into slits, and his lips were moving as if in prayer. The next moment, flames erupted from the cracks in the brick walls on both sides, and the scorching light bound us again.

For a moment, I felt like I was in an oven, unable to breathe in the air, and screams were filled with screams in my ears. After that, something "banged" on the side of us, and when it came down, the heat finally subsided, and a burning smell came from the side.

The shopkeeper let go of his arm and let me slip out of his arms, and I opened my eyes and looked to my side, and froze in place—the man who had fallen beside us was a man who had been burned to death. His hair and clothes were all gray, his black skin was smoking, and judging by his figure, who was a few points taller than me, he was the boy who yelled a moment ago that he would never go back to this place again.

"Phew...... Phew, it's deadly. ”

The shopkeeper spat a few more times, and the ends of his hair and beard were curled, and his hands were also burned red in a few places, and the hands on the ground could not make him stand up even a few times. It seems that the leap in front of him under the urgency caused him to be injured even more.

"I'm almost baked, can't this bastard make a normal mechanism?" he scolded.

I stood still and didn't move a step, my eyes fixed on the charred boy. The reverie of freedom one moment ago has now become a scorched nightmare, and the shopkeeper is still sitting on the ground cursing and swearing. After a few more moments, a series of footsteps came from behind me, and I turned my head to look behind me, and saw several men in black hurrying through the corridor, and one of them shouted, "Which bastard ran down there? The shopkeeper didn't guard the top and let the thief break in?"

"Look at it, I'm here!" shouted the shopkeeper in response. The men sped up and ran, laughing around the shopkeeper before reaching out and pulling him up from the ground.

"Do you think it's too cold on top of your fat pig and want to roast your fat on a fire?"

"Where's your eye? Didn't you see a little ghost sneaking out, I couldn't hold it, and he kicked me off the ladder! The shopkeeper grinned.

His words and deeds were exchanged for a burst of laughter, and among the few people who came, a female elbow bumped into her companion: "This month, you have killed your first apprentices, Helphant? ”

"Ah, damn it! You think I'm deliberately abusing these imps? The big boss wants people who can make real money, not a bucket of rice where even survival is a problem! Raising these useless waste is just a waste of food. "The guy called Helvent went up and kicked the dead boy.

"Who's going to call a quiet person to pretend to be a corpse? He spat out.

No one paid any attention to him, and someone suddenly grabbed me by the collar and asked the shopkeeper, "Where did this little ghost come from?