"The long night belongs to those who are idle during the day and have nothing to do. Who said that? It makes no sense and has a bit of a vicious connotation. Brian crept close to the lumberyard, his mind churning like boiling water, and his body was pitch black, and he had to admit that all those who had worked all day had fallen asleep early, and no one except Bartlett's big house had an oil lamp.

The oil lamp moved around the room, and the hazy yellow light, under the rendering of the night fog, was like a seedless orange, from the second floor to the first floor, and sure enough, it was this time, close to midnight, Bartlett, as usual, began the strange activity of the night.

Brian gently pried open the door with a dagger, without making a sound, and he dodged into the room, complimenting himself in his heart, feeling that if there was no food to eat in the future, he could be a thief and achieve great success. Bartlett was the only one left in the room, and his vigilance was obviously much looser, and he walked quite loudly, and soon came to the storage room and opened the dark compartment on the wall.

A secret door opened, and Bartlett stepped in, closing it casually, and Brian, in the darkness not far away, smelled a familiar smell, the rancid stench of the lumbermill owner who had stood by his bed last night. "Oh my God, what is this guy doing in there, dealing with the dead or the zombies, begging for some god to bless me and expose his crimes!"

Brian didn't make a fuss, he wanted to find out what was hidden in the secret door first, and he stayed quietly for ten minutes before Bartlett came out, he covered his ribs, with an extremely painful expression, and his movements were a lot slower, and it took him half a day to climb upstairs. Brian counted the time silently, he didn't want to delay it for too long, the subordinates he had just worked with were probably unreliable, if he didn't blow the whistle, this group of cowards might sneak away en masse.

Following Bartlett's method, Brian opened the secret door again with a little trepidation, and a faint smell of corpse mixed with blood rushed to his face, making him frown. Behind the secret door was a small space, a few faint rays of light, coming from the ground, Brian could see that there was also a wooden secret door on the ground, which was almost impossible to detect if it were not for the light.

Pulling the clasp and lifting the cover, the smell was much stronger, Brian cautiously walked down the stairs, stunned by the sight before him, and completely forgot to blow the whistle. Through the dim light hanging in the corner of the wall, the sheriff saw a disgusting scene, the ground was broken flesh and bones, a broken human calf was in the hands of a child, the disastrous young man, holding the severed limb and biting it, seeing the stranger enter, a pair of huge gray eyes, showing consternation, the movement stopped, the tendons torn out of the human leg were still in his mouth, stretched and slender.

After only a few seconds of stalemate, Brian pulled out his big sword, and the fighting spirit all over his body shot up, and the young man threw down the "food", his face instantly became extremely hideous, and he opened his mouth to show bloodshot teeth, and suddenly pounced on Brian. The boy's movements were several times faster than that of humans, and his hind legs kicked against the wall, and the whole figure shot a sharp arrow, which bounced into the air and then fell, and the two slender arms grabbed Brian's neck.

No matter how bold Brian was, he was also timid at this time, and he blocked with his sword, intending to cut off the monster's arms with one move, but who knew that the young man's body was also different from ordinary people, and it became extremely hard, and he was only cut by the blade, and he was not even injured by the bones. With a "bang", two powerful forces intersected, Brian fell down the stairs, his waist and ass ached, but the eccentric boy was extremely smart, and with the help of his strength, he jumped up, smashed through the roof of the basement, and escaped.

Brian, who was born as a royal guard, has a fourth-level warrior cultivation, and is the best among the younger generation, even if he is a crazy elephant, he can't match him, I really can't imagine that the seemingly thin child has such strength that he was almost broken bones. Brian finally remembered that he still had a whistle, grabbed it and blew it a few times, he didn't expect his subordinates to subdue the monsters, but hoped that they could hold back for a while so that they could slash the demon under the sword.

"Don't let him run into the forest, cannibalism is a bad habit!" Brian gritted his teeth and stood up, grabbed the fine iron sword that fell to the ground and chased it out, and after a few steps, he saw an even more terrifying scene.

Bartlett stopped him, as Sarina said, Bartlett was no longer the same person he used to be, now he unbuttoned his nightgown, revealing his entire body, it was not a complete person, except for the head and half of the chest, there was almost nothing ** underneath, only some blackened flesh shreds, hanging on the skeleton.

Brian looked at Bartlett, at his exposed blood-red heart, unable to believe that he was still alive in such a state. "Have you used all your own meat to feed the children these two days, Mr. Bartlett?"

"You are wrong, Mr. Brian. Bartlett was still polite, "What you just saw was not a child, it was a gift from the great God of Creation, the messenger of Lord St. Osidine. Your actions have ruined Lord St. Ossidine's plans, and in the future, he will be punished with the severest punishment. ”

"Oh, yes, I'm going to be worse than you?" Brian smiled, since he couldn't catch up with the boy, he could only concentrate on dealing with Bartlett. "I wish you could tell the so-called St. Ossidine that I do not welcome his cannibalistic messenger. ”

Bartlett also smiled: "Dedication to the God of Creation**, what is it, you look at me, there is still a blazing soul." ”

"Well, I'll have to pour some cold water on you to cool you down. Brian solemnly raised his sword and stood on his chest, exuding a solemn momentum, "Justice always has to take advantage of evil, a famous person once said so." ”

The six Gaunts came running with Sarina panting, and when they saw Bartlett's appearance, they all took a breath of cold air, and the lady's performance was even stronger, and she was already lying on the ground and vomiting. The lumberyard owner, perceiving that the people had not caught the child, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and watched more people come forward with weapons in a nonchalant manner, and said lightly: "Come on, Mr. Brian, we will have a real battle between the two of us." ”

Brian saw that Bartlett also emitted a blue fighting aura, and said happily: "They will shoot you with a hunting bow, I suggest that it is best to fire the arrow, you will find that your soul is even hotter." ”

Amid the clamor of the people, Bartlett turned into a blaze, and he cried out in a hoarse voice: "Four hundred years ago we should have been at the feet of Lord St. Ossidine, and the great hour will come again......"

Brian helped Sarina up, and the woman shook off the adjutant's hand, wiped her mouth, and said, "Hell, the kid who escaped is little Occam, isn't he dead?"