The handful of old men in the slums of Reberion who had survived to this age died, and the head rolled down the filthy streets of the slums, to be kicked around by the terrified crowd.

And the adventurers have not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

"These adventurers did it! The man they just killed! ”

Someone in the crowd shouted at the girl.

"I saw it, it's the hand of the female adventurer!"

"I saw it too, it's her!"

A few more people in the crowd chimed in.

The girl who witnessed this bloody scene lost her soul.

The old man who was still alive just now...... Died in front of her in this way......

Carl and Yanni's mental state was not much better than that of Shi Junjun, and the older monster hunting team was relatively calm, but they were also earthy.

Killing a hundred monsters without intelligence with your own hands is not as good as a living person dying in front of you in this way.

The crowd that heard the shouts of the men stirred up, and some people picked up rocks and garbage from their feet and threw them at the adventurers.

Uncle Vonte, the leader of the monster hunting team, understands that the situation is out of control after flicking his hand to block a flying pebble.

Having been commissioned by the siege of bandits during his career as an adventurer, he tried to calm himself down as quickly as possible, trying to explain to the angry crowd that the old man was not killed by them.

However, the crowd that had been stirred up in an instant had been swept away by anger.

Some shouted the slogan of a tooth for a tooth for a life, and even snatched everything that could be used as a weapon from nearby shacks and streets, and waved it at the adventurers.

More slum dwellers picked up pebbles and chunks of garbage from their feet and rained them down on the back-to-back adventurers.

Raising his hand and using his weapon and arm to protect the vital uncle Wunt, he loudly told the adventurers that they must not fight back at the unarmed poor.

If any more people from the slums were injured or killed, this shameful planting would have them all sentenced to death by hanging in the Reberion courtroom.

Yes, Wundt, who reacted, had already figured out that this was a sham against their team of adventurers.

Although he still couldn't see with his eyesight, who had killed the old man in the slum by what means......

But after the old man's death, the few people who sang and harmonized were definitely premeditated......

Damn, is it a trap set by the underground forces of Rebelion? Or was it the slime killer's plan?

But the most urgent thing is how to get out......

"Do you still have that cloth bag?"

Shi Junjun, who heard the roar of Uncle Feng Te, hurriedly touched the drawstring bag she was carrying, if she remembered correctly, Shao Wei still had ......

She felt empty.

In the slums of Rebelion, people threw more and more broken bricks and rubbish, and some even threw cans of oil and torches at them.

If Yanni hadn't missed the fuel-filled clay pot with an ice pick in time, it wouldn't have been the shack around them that was burning now......

Adventurers who were far more physically fit than the poor inhabitants of the slums could easily block or dodge the former's attacks.

However, the crowd gathered around occupied all the nearby places where they could stay, and the almost all-round throws without dead ends made it impossible for adventurers to avoid.

And from time to time, a few of those throws will fly in a few pieces that are particularly powerful, so that adventurers have to dodge or block with weapons.

As a result, they inevitably showed their flaws, and then they were hit on the head by the flying rocks.

"Kill the murderer! Blood debt and blood repayment! ”

Someone in the crowd raised their arms and shouted.

Most of them didn't know what the kingdom's laws were, but these angry paupers knew what it meant to kill for life.

More projectiles flew towards the adventurers, forcing them to retreat to the house where the Slime Slayer lived.

This gave them some respite, but it also sent the adventurers back to their deaths, surrounded by crowds from all over the slums.

The adventurers occupying the rooftops looked at each other.

No one could have imagined that the entrusted task would come to such a point.

The original goal of capturing or killing the slime killer is no longer achieved, and the most important thing now is how to get out of the current danger.

"Did any of you see who killed the old man?"

A gasp Karl raised his own doubts.

At that time, he and the old man were standing even closer than the bearded uncle Font, and he didn't even see how the old man was killed......

"I didn't see it either." The latter, with gloomy eyes, replied.

Killing people in front of you without you noticing...... This has to be said to be a great humiliation for him

He didn't find any clues when he looked at the old man during the conversation, and a blood line appeared on the other party's neck without warning, and then he ......

"I think I should know who killed that old man."

Wundt already had the answer in his mind.

This sentence made the adventurers turn their eyes to the leader of the monster hunting team who opened his mouth.

"It's the once famous number one killer of the underground forces, 'String Silk', who is good at killing people with the sharp silk thread spit out by some kind of insect monster when he was young."

Uncle Wundt, the bearded man, quickly told everyone what he thought.

Soon adventurers recalled the killer's deeds.

It is no exaggeration to say that this person's reputation in the territory of South Richifus two years ago far exceeds that of the number one killer of the underground forces now, that is, the slime they targeted this time.

Someone counted the number of killings in the "strings" during that time, which was almost half the population of a small village in South Rissyphus.

The targets of the assassinations ranged from nobles with baronial titles to homeless people in the slums, and most of the victims were separated from their heads without warning in their daily lives, and many witnesses were found in each of this person's assassinations, but none of them could provide effective information about the killer, and for a time the people of Reberion were panicked.

Because of this, the killer quickly attracted the attention of the authorities, and the then leader of Nanrisyphus took the initiative to use most of the lord's guard, and turned to the branch president of the Nanrisyphus Magicians Association to strangle the "string" in an abandoned courtyard in the slum.

The underground forces that chose to decisively abandon this killer have survived to this day after losing many industries, and have supported another killer since then, which is now a special slime variant now known as Grim.

It's just that I didn't expect the underground forces of Reberion to be able to do this in order to keep their current number one killer......