Walking quietly on the quiet street in the city with a sword, Yang Long's face was as usual and his breathing was steady.

It's been a few minutes since I entered this strange city, and I roughly estimated that I had traveled a distance of more than four hundred meters. I have to say that the scale of this city is indeed quite large, and such a distance can already walk from one end of Bem Town to the other.

After walking such a long distance, Yang Long only encountered a few pedestrians, and Yang Long, who had been paying close attention, noticed that the faces of these pedestrians were covered by a layer of things, and everyone was in a hurry, and the speed of walking was almost as small as trot, as if something terrible was chasing after him.

Originally, he was going to ask a pedestrian about the reason, but who knew that Yang Long had just walked towards a woman who looked to be in her twenties, and this woman seemed to be screaming like a frightened ghost.

Without speaking, she stood and screamed inexplicably a few times, and then the woman went into a deep alley, and after a few seconds she was gone. Yang Long immediately looked around and found that in such a gap, all the pedestrians on the street had disappeared cleanly.

Somewhat speechless for a moment, Yang Long continued to walk deeper along the city's main road.

Although he is very ruthless to the enemy, and the city is indescribably weird, Yang Long is not a person who loves to kill. Killing people is just a process to achieve the goal, not a necessary procedure, who knows that the people here are so peculiar, and it is impossible to arrest a person for questioning at this time.

The street was covered with a dense fog, and the visible distance was only five or six meters away. Walking down the street alone, leather boots striking the ground causing a clear echo that reverberates off the walls on both sides.

It felt as if there was an evil ghost following you all the time. If the others were changed, they would be a little uncomfortable even if they didn't panic, but Yang Long didn't react at all, just carefully distinguishing the buildings on both sides of the street.

Although the city is larger than Carlin City, it is still a small border town anyway, and the layout of such a city is basically not much different. With his memories in Carlin City, Yang Long groped his way forward and finally came to the door of a bar that was still open.

It's a relatively small bar, only a few hundred square meters in size, but even then there are very few people in the bar. Two drinkers wearing robes and hats covering their faces, male or female, sat in the northeast corner of the bar, and the owner at the entrance to the bar sat listlessly and drowsily.

The owner was taken aback when he saw Yang Long enter the bar, and then a professional smile appeared on his face, while the other two drinkers also looked sideways at the entrance of the bar, and turned their heads away after finding that it was just a teenager.

"Here's something to drink. Throwing a silver coin at the bar owner, Yang Long instructed lightly, and after standing still for a moment, he walked to a wooden table against the wall in the southwest corner of the bar and sat down.

Since the entire bar is lit entirely by oil lamps, and the four corners of the bar have a log with a radius of one meter for the beams, and it happens that the place where Yang Long is sitting is behind the log, so the light is very dim.

Yang Long's whole person was completely submerged in the dim corner, if it weren't for watching Yang Long walk here, it is estimated that even the bar owner would not know that there was a living person here.

Soon, the bar owner came up with a glass of beer and a piece of bread, as if he was a little afraid of Yang Long, and after putting down his things, he saw that Yang Long didn't say anything, and returned to the back of the bar after a little hesitation.

Sitting quietly in the corner and sitting motionless, Yang Long didn't touch the food and beer on the table, and there were only the voices of the other two drinkers in the whole bar.

However, even if Yang Long calmed down and listened carefully, he couldn't hear what the two people were talking about at all, and after sitting like this for almost half an hour, no one came into the entire bar.

He couldn't wait any longer, and Yang Long stood up in a hurry and walked towards the two drinkers without any disguise. Yang Long keenly noticed that he had just stood up when the two drinkers abruptly stopped chatting.

The leather boots made a clattering sound on the wooden floor, and the place where Yang Long was sitting was about forty meters away from the two drinkers, and if Yang Long burst out with all his strength, it would only take two seconds to rush through, but he still walked unhurriedly.

Suddenly, Yang Long, who had walked to the middle of the bar, stopped suddenly and covered his throat in horror. It seemed that an invisible big hand was struggling around his neck for a while, and even a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he took off the silver long sword on his back, staring at him and not attacking anyone, Yang Long, who had not been able to breathe for a long time, finally threw himself forward and fell to the ground, convulsed for a while and then stopped moving, even stopping breathing.

The two robed drinkers and the barkeeper gathered around at this time, and looked at the young man lying on the ground in astonishment, and one of the tall drinkers said dissatisfiedly, "Kamu, didn't you say that I would kill him?

The voice was clear and pleasant, and it was obvious that she was in the most moving moment of her life, but this woman was in a very unhappy mood at this time, because her companion had snatched her prey.

"What? I didn't do anything!" Another taller, slightly broader man named Kamu shouted.

"Really, hehe, did Willie do it?" the woman's voice was full of teasing.

"It must be him!" said the man, indignantly, turning to the barkeeper who was standing to the side, "You stupid fellow! Did I ever tell you to use poison?"

Willy, the owner of the bar, shrugged his old face and tried to defend himself, but he didn't dare to squeak when he saw Camus in anger.

"Alas, what a disappointment. The female drinker's voice was full of regret, and after shaking her head, she walked towards the place where she had been sitting at the beginning, and said to herself as she walked: "I haven't had a good-looking spell caster for a few days, it's really boring, I really don't want to stay here anymore!"

"Just wait another week. Kamu's tone was full of flattery: "This is a mission assigned by Lord Marganis, and that Lord has a very bad temper."

After whispering a spell, a gray-black mist flashing on his robes, Kamu crouched down to search the young man's body, which had lost signs of life. The more than ten days of squatting also bored him, and he hoped to find something in this traveler that interested him.