"Suo... Sodro ......"

He was about to utter a word when he suddenly looked down and saw blood gushing out of the sand beneath his feet.

The blood was first rich and red, then lightning-white silver, and Femabaha finally stopped.

He pinched his lips with his right hand, and little by little his whole body disintegrated into ashes.

"How long are you going to hide?"

The lady tilted her head slightly, staring at the pile of wriggling organs and flesh in front of her, letting the smell fill the sky, she didn't make any extra movements, just stood there, carrying a suitcase, as if the whole space was exposed to monocles.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As soon as she finished speaking, her blood-soaked internal organs suddenly exploded, and the rain of cracked flesh and blood sprinkled into the dim air, dripping into the sand, and in the next second, a deformed monster full of lust and evolved from an evil organ crawled out of it.

Call......

"In the myth of the original creation, the twelve nights, and at the beginning of the third night, the black serpent tempted Adam and Eve to taste the forbidden fruit, thus giving Eve the authority to delight."

"The great prophet Plato told the ancestors of the house of Sodros that the third night lasted 751 years, and at the end of the third night, Eve and Adam ended their pleasures, and once again stole a third of the power of death, and finally escaped."

As she spoke, she tapped the lock of the brown suitcase, and the cold wind around her swirled, and countless scarlet eyes blinked inside the crack, as if they were about to spread.

At this moment, those distorted monsters, as if they smelled the smell of pleasure, waved their separated arms, distorted and mutilated calves, and held their bald heads with pus, and rushed to the lady.

The monocle-clad woman paused and spat out a phrase in Old Hermes.

"Darkness!"

As the ancient Hermetic language was spat out, the scarlet eyes in the dark brown box slowly closed as if they had received some kind of command.

At this moment, the sky changed suddenly, and all the light dimmed and disappeared, revealing the ultimate depression.

In the extreme darkness, a strong wind blew, and hideous eyes the size of a steam locomotive quickly gathered and disappeared from the void in less than a second!

Click!

A crisp sound of glass shattering suddenly sounded, and a slight crack appeared in the darkness behind it, and white light emerged from the crack, shining on those distorted monsters.

In an instant, one after another scarlet eyes covered their bodies, and their heads continued to twist, their bodies trembled, and the evil organs quickly sunken and broke out Bai Sensen's white bones!

"Broken!"

Bang –

The huge black curtain shattered, like a mirror, and the next second the entire sandy field returned to normal.

The crimson moonlight had covered the earth with a light scarlet veil, and there was no difference in the place, including the lady with the brown box and monocles, and all that was left was the sand and mud stirred by the cold wind.

.........

Faslangka, 6 Mink Street, 2nd floor of a single-family house!

At 8:18 a.m., the ruby-like illusory disc slowly leaped from the horizon, and the flickering light shimmered through the transparent glass of the convex belly window into the bedroom, dispelling the last vestiges of darkness left in the night.

The black suitcase was placed aside, and Venason was now beside the elm mirror, carefully examining himself in the mirror.

The tweed coat, the gray waistcoat, and the pants that Mies wore were paired with a touch of melancholy, which made the teenager who was about to go to the University of St. Hornavich look a lot more decent.

"This world is really comparative, on the one hand, to ensure the subtlety of a gentleman, but also to ensure decent etiquette, I miss Huaxia a little......" Suddenly, he sighed in a low voice, shook his head and smiled.

Exhaling, Venason paced to the side of the wooden bed, bent slightly, lifted the pillow, and plunged his right hand into the cushion below, groping for a moment to find a bulging spot.

When his right hand was retracted, there were seven or eight more ink-colored bills and a letter in his hand.

This is what Erin quietly came in at 5 o'clock in the morning and put down, and it is the current savings of the whole family, even including her living expenses for the week, of which she only got four 1 gold pound bills, and the rest are 5 decrees.

"Erin gave me the money, what will she do with her own life these days?"

With a huge sum of more than 100 pounds, she really can't bear it, but she can't take out the money directly, which will frighten Erin, she will definitely feel that the youngest brother in the family has done something bad.

In a flash of thought, Venason smoothed the cushion on the bed, took three one-pound bills from the pile of gold pounds and placed them on them, and then put the pillow back on.

With all this done, he slipped the remaining bills into the inner pocket of his waistcoat, took his suitcase, and walked briskly to the door.

Da Da... Da ......

The footsteps went from fast to slow, and when he reached the door of the room, he finally stopped just as he was about to step out.

Venason stood by the door, his body like a straight javelin.

If I go to school like this, will I have the same accident as before on the way? After all, I've been targeted by major secret organizations now, and there is a way that people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and being careful is not a bad thing.

After a moment of contemplation, Venason returned to his desk, pulled open the drawer of the wooden table, and pulled out the glittering copper revolver.

The transcendent abilities of the Divine Path 9 spirit masters not only consume mental power, but even the spirituality will be squeezed out as well.

Aside from the slippery tentacles in the spirit body that I don't know what to do, I can launch up to three attacks, and this is still to ensure that if I encounter two or more enemies with three hits, the consequences are completely unimaginable.

Venason looked at the heavy revolver in his hand, rubbed the cold metal wheel, and tucked the pistol into the pocket of his tweed coat, clutching the handle in his palm, his fingers tightly gripping the trigger.

At some point, a pistol is indeed better than a supernatural ability, and from a popular point of view, it can be a good defensive weapon and a strong enough deterrent!

A sense of security that had never been felt before, and this time Venason did not look back, he carried the suitcase in his left hand, and his right hand was in his pocket, and he confidently stepped out of the room, and the wooden door closed with a clatter, as if driven by some force.....

"Fruit, fresh fruit."

"Fresh fish from the Baltic Sea for 5pence."

"Oyster soup, drink oyster soup....."

Descending from the house, Venason did not go directly to the steam train platform, but instead detoured back to the black brick road of Frank's apartment, listening to the familiar sounds of itinerant vendors.

They sell vegetables, fruits, or cooked food, and many of them are abducted, and of course most of them are travelers from other places.

What a lively day!

Venason smelled the peculiar smell of the stench and the fragrance intertwined, and this time he didn't feel sick again, maybe he was used to the world, used to the special melody that the bottom of the kingdom should have, or maybe it was the reason why he was about to leave.

Holding the handle of the gun firmly in his pocket in his left hand and carrying the box in his right hand, he bowed his head through the bustling street, and it took about 20 minutes to reach the square where Mink Street and Artisian Street meet.

After a few days of construction, the Nasindeler Divination Club has been set up in the square, and many soothsayers wearing black robes and round peaked hats have entered the club.

In the crowd of shadows, there were many gentlemen who were dressed very decently, and they came out of it alone or with young and beautiful girls.

I heard that being a soothsayer is very profitable, you only need to move your mouth, and you can earn at least 2 pounds a week, and if you are a well-known big soothsayer, you can even reach 10 pounds a week, which is simply a huge profit.

It's a pity that I'm a spiritual master and don't know anything like divination, otherwise I would have wanted to give it a try.

With a light sigh, his eyes moved slightly, and he immediately walked towards the North Cross District.

In the northern part of Farsranka, where not only is there a steam train platform, but also the largest red-light district in Farslanca, as well as black bars, the Nord Cross is undoubtedly the most chaotic suburban junction compared to other urban areas.

Wienerson carried his suitcase and walked along the bridge wide enough to make it large enough to make it bigger, listening to the sound of the rushing waters of the Rhine and looking at the rows of bronze street lamps that were not far apart on either side of the road.

He hadn't looked closely at things before because he was being watched, but now when he looked closely, he found that each lamppost was decorated like a curly grass, and the lamp base was surrounded by a grid of metal and glass balls, and the whole looked like a very classical "work of art".

Stepping on the sun-covered road, Venason got off the bridge while touring, and at the intersection of the intersection, stopped and waited for the arrival of the public carriage.

There are generally two types of public carriages in the Kingdom of Ghent, trackless carriages and railcars.

Trolleybuses are usually pulled by four horses and do not have specific stops, they plan their own routes, take a flexible set of operations, see them on the side of the road, and if they need to ride, they only need to wave their hands.

Horse-drawn railcars are invested and operated by the railcar company, similar to the public trams that Wienerson rode in China, they have rail installations, and although they are expensive to build, they are much cheaper to ride.

Generally speaking, the passenger capacity of the railroad carriage is mostly more than that of the trackless carriage, because the wheels slide on the track, which is easier and more labor-saving, so it can pull a larger double-decker carriage, and the only criticism is that the route is fixed, the station is fixed, and it is not as flexible as the trackless carriage.

Walking from Mink Street to Reston Bridge and then taking the public carriage is at least two pence cheaper than taking the public carriage directly from Mink Street, and I am not so extravagant as to waste two pence.

After ten minutes or so, the sound of wheels grinding against the tracks came from far and near, and a double-decker carriage stopped in front of the station under the Reston Bridge.

"Go to the North Cross, Warrior Street."

"Sir, you're going to catch a steam train, aren't you? It takes about ten minutes. The driver looked at the black suitcase that Venason was carrying, and quickly explained.

"That's right."

"Come up, sir, sixpence." Next to the driver, the conductor who was in charge of collecting the money spread out his hand.

"Okay." Vinason took 5 copper pennies out of his pocket and handed them to the other party.

He pressed his hat, stepped into the carriage, and sat down securely in the first row by the window.

Generally speaking, the men and women who ride the public carriage between 7 and 8 o'clock are mostly middle-class or about to enter the middle class, most of them are sitting upright, and some are leisurely reading the newspaper, but there is hardly any talking, and the whole carriage can be said to be quite quiet.

Venason closed his eyes and snuggled one of his legs over his suitcase to prevent it from being stolen.

The public carriage stopped and stopped, and his mind seemed to hear the word "Northern Cross District".