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The sound of heavy wheezing was unusually harsh in the night, and each inhalation of cold and dry air made the throat feel like a knife, and then in an instant, it turned into an even hotter breath and spit out.

The footsteps are even heavier, and the pain brought by each landing seems to be about to break, and when you lift it again, you have to do your best, as if you are strapped with hundreds of pounds.

There was a cavity in the road in front of him, but it was only a foot square, and even the young man's eyes could see it clearly at night, but when he saw it, he barely had the strength to adjust the steps he had taken, and this step was stepped in.

As a result, his body slammed into the air, and he fell heavily on the way running.

The boy raised his head, and the moonlight on his body first reflected a face above ordinary level, sweat flowing across his face leaving deep and shallow traces, although the costume was torn in many places and covered with dirt, but the fine fabric and the delicate and intricate patterns on it could be recognized.

Such clothes could not be afforded by ordinary peasants or even commoners, and of course, could not afford to wear them - such extremely high-end clothes were a symbol of the aristocratic class.

So the dress also indicates the identity of the boy - he should be a nobleman, or rather a descendant of a nobleman.

The aristocrat represents grace and confidence, but whether it is his panicked and angry expression, or his exhaustion on the wild mountain roads in the middle of the night, he looks more like a fugitive who has just escaped from prison, or a mob being chased by mercenaries.

The boy spat out the mud from his mouth, struggled to get up, and looked back at the back.

Although the night was dark, through the moonlight, you could see a few hundred paces away, and there seemed to be several figures striding after them.

The young man's eyes were a little desperate, and in an instant, he was a little determined, and he would be caught up sooner or later if he ran along the mountain road, what if he went to the other side?

He looked out over the deep forest, the thick canopy mingling to form shadows, the twisted trunks and the thick roots jutting out of the dirt to evoke fear—the Wolf's Kiss Forest between the Bronzehelm Mountains and Locke Avenue.

Most people in Earldom Campbell know that the Wolf's Kiss Forest extends from the depths of the Bronze Helmet Mountains, and even though the nearby mountain roads are not far from the town of Locke near the border, there are still many caravans and pedestrians coming and going on weekdays, and there are still wolves flowing down the mountains, and they only appear in the middle of the night, so they are called "night wolves".

Occasionally, you will see a more vicious creature - the rotting wolf, this kind of creature that appears from the magic mutation in the night wolf's body is a little reluctant even for swordsmen or warriors to deal with, not to mention that there may be a demonized rotten wolf, a violent creature that can compete with the third-order profession, so the mountain road here is especially deserted at night.

But are there any more serious consequences now than a killer who is close at hand?

So the boy only hesitated for a moment, and struggled to prop himself up, stumbling into the wolf's kiss forest.

......

The bright moonlight sprinkled a hazy silvery-white, as if wrapping the earth with a layer of sunset weaving, but the tall trees in the forest swayed the canopy of large or small, one by one close together, clustered to refuse the entry of the moonlight, so the forest in the night became dark and gloomy, forming two completely different worlds from the outside world.

"The target fell here, and he should have gone into the forest. ”

A slightly shrill voice broke the silence, and there were three people standing in the place where the boy had fallen, all dressed in burqas, covering their true faces tightly.

The emaciated man on the right felt the collapse in the ground, observed it again, and raised his finger in the direction of the boy's entry into the forest.

"Right there, he was wounded, and this time he fell so badly that he wouldn't go far. ”

"It's a wolf's kiss forest, it's okay during the day, if you enter it at night, you can still deal with ordinary night wolves, but it's dangerous if there are demonized rotten wolves...... That kid should die inside. A young man's voice rang out on the other side.

The man in the middle was the tallest, and he lifted his hood slightly, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, which would have been charitable and kind in the daytime, but in the darkness of the night it was old-fashioned and hateful.

"Death is to see the corpse, and the orders of the adults cannot be questioned. And Jairo's judgment was right, if we chase down, we shouldn't go into the depths of the forest with that kid's body. ”

He put his hood down and led the way into the forest.

The lanky Jairo was a stalker, leaning over to keep an eye on the ground, sometimes sniffing his surroundings with his nose, like a hound chasing any clues left by the boy.

His judgment was correct, and dozens of meters later, he could already faintly hear the irrepressible wheezing sound coming from ahead.

Jairo took a wooden bow from his back, squinted his eyes and slowly mounted the arrow, even in the darkness of Cheng Dù, the figure that flashed between the birch trunks in the distance could not escape his sight, and as soon as his hand was released, the iron arrow flew out and passed through the shoulders of the figure, and the inertia carried the thin body into the air, and then the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground and the screams rang out together.

The three of them came to the front and looked at the young man who was rolling on the ground, the arrow pierced his left shoulder, and Yin Yin's blood flowed out along the shaft of the arrow and sprinkled everywhere with the movement.

The boy's screams did not stop, but became more and more high-pitched, especially at night, almost piercing the forest.

"He's getting the attention of the wolves. The middle-aged man said.

Jairo nodded, stepped forward and kicked the boy in the face, and then slammed the bow with his backhand to the position of the chest socket, the severe pain made the thin body curl up into a ball, the boy opened his mouth and continued to gasp, and there was no longer enough strength to shout.

Jairo sneered, "Where is that old man's secret room?"

He waited patiently for a long time, the young man's wheezing voice slowly subsided, raised his bloodstained face, opened his eyes that could almost spew anger, and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Zhuo Ning...... Jairo ...... And Stim, you traitors...... The gods will judge you and make you not die a good death. ”

"You kid is usually not very obedient, otherwise no matter how stupid you are, you can learn the swordsmanship of the old earl, maybe it can make us spend a little more effort, but now it's not enough to see, educate him." The middle-aged man rubbed a ring on the index finger of his left hand, said this casually, and deliberately bit the four words Lord Count very hard.

"Young Master Leon," said young Stiem with a grin, "I used to be respectful when I saw you, but this time I will offend." ”

The two of them acted skillfully as if they had cooperated many times, Stiem pressed Leon's body tightly, Jairo took the short bow back, pulled out a dagger casually, pressed the blade against the young man's abdomen, and slowly stabbed into it.

"I've done a lot of work," Jairo licked his lips, "rest assured you won't die in a few minutes, and I'll think about it later...... Or cut it vertically, and your intestines may come out at that time. ”

"Two minutes," the middle-aged butler said coldly, "Give you two minutes to say it or die a painful death." ”

The young man was so painful that the green tendons on his forehead also bulged, and he struggled desperately, but Stim, who usually looked inconspicuous, was so strong that he couldn't move at the moment, and he could still cover his mouth with one free hand, and he could no longer continue to say any cursed words, only some meaningless whines came out of his throat.

"As long as you nod your head," Jairo whispered, steadily wielding the dagger.

The boy's head swayed from side to side, and there was no sign of his approval. Even in the midst of severe pain, he knew that he couldn't escape death if he said it, would he be so stupid as to tell these enemies who betrayed the family the location of his grandfather's secret room before he died?

Zhuo Ning, the former manager, wanted to tear off the mask of camouflage on his face as soon as he remembered his grandfather's trust in him and his courtesy to anyone on weekdays. But he couldn't do anything now, pain was tormenting him, death was calling him, and if it was possible, the boy was willing to sacrifice his life to any shrine that could hear his prayers in exchange for the deaths of three enemies, but it was clear that there was no shrine to answer his request at the moment.

Or...... He would even rather transform his corpse into an undead creature in the southernmost dark realm of the continent, believing that even if he becomes the kind of existence that only supports the skeleton with a trace of soul fire, the hatred that penetrates deep into the bone marrow will drive the body to take revenge.

But now I can only think about it, isn't it, not to mention that death is still imminent, the Divine Mansion is only afraid that it is more willing to respond to the call of the priests, and even those undead are not seen when they want to see it.

So all the young man can do now is to glare at the three people in front of him angrily, gritting his teeth and ignoring the physical and psychological pain, wanting to keep the last glory for his family.

"The Redfields are so stubborn. ”

Zhuo Ning snorted, knowing that his selfish intention to hide from the adult to find some benefits had really failed, he was a little annoyed, so he was not in a hurry, just waiting for the last trace of the old master's blood to leave this world full of pain.

Of course, he had to do the same, because the coldness shown by the lord made him feel palpitations, and he had to do everything he had to do to complete the things he had explained, so he had to witness the death of the young Leon with his own eyes.

A night breeze with a different breath blew, and the dagger in Jero's hand, who was concentrating on torture, stopped, he raised his head and squinted into the depths of the deep forest, and his unusual perception made him feel that there seemed to be something more in the darkness not far away.

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