In the Yan Country, every city has such a street, although it is dirty and messy like a slum, but the daily flow of money here is probably more than the nobles love to go to the King's Road, this street hides weapons enough to arm a kingdom legion. Gambling houses, brothels, and unlicensed medical shops grow like untended weeds, and people call this street a black street.

Black Street is the territory where the black scarf thieves planted their flags.

There is also a black street in Chewa City, and as people remember, there is hardly a place to be clean, or to make people feel peaceful, because the cleaners hired by the kingdom will not enter this place to work, and the people who live in the black street will at best sweep the snow in front of their doors, so many places have accumulated dust for many years, and the tone of the whole street is also dark.

But there is one thing that stands out from the rest of this dark street.

It was a room comparable to any aristocratic residence in the kingdom, the seventy-square-meter carpet was bright red and eye-catching, the patterns on the walls were more delicate than the makeup on the faces of the top brands in a brothel, the bouquets in vases on the table changed twice a day, and a large bookcase in a corner contained no less than three hundred books, some of which had been rolled up, some of which were still fresh and straight, but without exception there was no dust, and the twenty-four hours of continuous incense made every item in this room carry a faint fragrance that would remain even if it was burned by fire.

People who are not invited are definitely not allowed to enter here, even the usually arrogant and domineering black turban thieves do not dare to step too heavily when passing by the door, and ask why.

Because this is the man's room, it is a strange, elegant, cruel tyrant to the Black Turban thieves in Chewa City, the Rakshasa!

"You said you couldn't find anyone?" Rakshasa looked at the man in front of him with a gloomy face, his eyeballs bloodshot, "This is the second time, Razu, do you understand?" That stupid lady was stupid enough to run out of town for the second time, and you actually let her run away for the second time! ”

Lazu was half-kneeling on the ground, his head bowed, and at this moment he only felt his throat dry and his voice changed tone.

"I, I don't know what's going on, our people blocked all the exits, and I searched the entire labyrinth, but I didn't find those two people, I think maybe, maybe they were eaten by the monster, that's why I ......"

"Those two guys went back to the manor last night!" Rakshasa said that his palms slapped heavily on the table, and the black tea on the table spilled a little, and a few drops fell on Rakshasa's hand.

Razu's body trembled with the sound of the table.

"How, how could it be? I asked the merchants outside the labyrinth, and they said they hadn't been out since they went in......"

"What are you talking about?"

"The merchants must be lying, or ......"

"Do you still want to say it?!"

Razu's voice was choked as if it had been cut off, and he glanced up at Rakshasa, and with just one glance, fear took over his body.

Rakshasa's eyes widened, his eyes as sharp as knives, and his expression was completely angry. Lazu didn't dare to move, didn't dare to look again, and didn't dare to make a sound, even his breathing stopped involuntarily, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

But at the same time, Lazu is a little lucky, in this room, Rakshasa should not let him bleed, although I don't know why, but Rakshasa has an inexplicable attachment to this room, seven years ago after Rakshasa replaced him as the leader of the Black Turban Thieves in Chewa City, the first thing he did was to build this room. Every mercy here, the rakshasa will not easily disturb people.

I don't know how long it was, an hour, ten minutes, or rather, it was only a few seconds, but Razu couldn't tell the difference, and he heard the sound of Rakshasa holding up a teacup.

"Tea has no life, but it calms me and refreshes my mind, so it can be in my room, books, flowers, for me, they all play an irreplaceable role, so they can stay here." Rakshasa took a sip as he brought the teacup to his lips, "Razu, what is your role?" ”

There was no anger in Rakshasa's voice, but Razu could hear that there was something more deadly than anger hidden in that dull tone.

“…… Please give me one more chance, and I'll prove it to you, and I'll go to Wink Manor and kill that woman. Razu said earnestly.

"Proof? Once again, you have succeeded in proving your stupidity to me. Rakshasa put down the teacup with a "bang", "No wonder Chewa City can't make money in your hands for so long, even if you don't have a brain, you don't have a long memory." ”

"I know your concern! It is true that the Wink family pays us protection money on a regular basis, and it would be troublesome if the nobles who were organized and other protection money paid were to know about it...... But if only we were careful enough to kill her quietly......"

Syllable!

The Rakshasa came to Razu with lightning speed, and then slapped the latter.

"I'll tell you one last time, that woman, you can't die in the city, don't think about things with that stupid fluke anymore, do you understand?"

Razu covered his swollen face and nodded tremblingly.

"Go back and stand by, I said you can't go out of the street until you go."

"Yes." Razu stood up and walked slowly to the door.

Just as he was about to reach the door, the voice of the rakshasa came from behind him again. "Remember, I kept you because you were the only Lv6 here, but the next time I make a similar mistake, I'll bury you under the black street."

“…… Be. ”

Razu walked out of the room, the moment the door closed, the expression of submissiveness on his face immediately disappeared, his eyebrows suddenly rose, two rows of teeth clenched, the muscles of his whole body gathered high, the corners of his forehead were bruised, he clenched his fists, and silently said three times to the door, "Kill you!" "Kill you!" "Kill you!" and then left with an angry face.

Behind the door, Rakshasa stared blankly at the bookcase in the corner of the room, and after staring for a while, he approached the bookcase, put his hand on it, stroked it gently, and after touching the bookcase, he reached for the vase again. He gently caressed every object in the room, vases, tables, incense burners, and even carpets......

Finally, he pulled out a box from a drawer under the table, which contained a short knife with black stains.

The rakshasa held the dagger in his hand and kissed the blade like a devout believer kissing the instep of a god.

"Father, it's coming, I'm about to succeed, I'll prove it to you, you don't need those false honors, as long as you have strength and money, we can live well...... Just like before. ”

**

When Xu Shuo woke up, he found that he was covered with several fragrant maid outfits.

“…… What? ”

I don't know what time it is, but it's dark in the dormitory.

Xu Shuo turned his head and stared at the opposite bed for a long time, only to find that there seemed to be no one lying on the opposite bed.

"Cats?"

There was no response, Xu Shuo sat up, a little dazed.

At this moment, someone opened the door from the outside, and a faint light came in.

It was a cat, she was holding a black uniform in her hand, and when she entered the door, she shouted in the direction of Xu Shuo: "Get up!" Get up and change your clothes...... Ah, you're awake, huh? ”