When Ouyang Dao opened the door, there was only one mirror in the room, and in the mirror was the woman who had seen the killer before, smiling at herself. The woman sat up contentedly, looking at Ouyang Dao's wide-mouthed expression. ”

Gaia, we're meeting again" Ouyang turned his lips and adjusted his expression. There was a chair in the room. Ouyang Dao sat down and found his eyes staring at the magic mirror. "It seems that you have been waiting for me for a long time," Ouyang Dao tried to dispel the girl's interest. "The intelligence capabilities of the organization are everywhere," the elite assassin said with a blank face, with a strong sense of self-confidence. "Phew," Ouyang Dao said, biting his lip in his heart and talking bluntly about his visit.

"I've been working in this organization for a while, I don't know what my duties and interests are, and I haven't seen you contact me," Mr. Ouyang said, ignoring the fact that he didn't come to the meeting, and he went so far as to resign. ”

Why is there no mission? Don't you know? "The assassin said that her face was a little angry, and when she first found out about this offline, she thought she would be able to see her again in a few days, and it turned out to... "It took you a month to get in touch with me, if it weren't for the organization's regulations, you would be sad today," Ouyang Dao said with a wry smile, right here now, being blamed for something he didn't expect.

"Now, here's a contract, it's all here,"

The woman in the mirror said, pointing to the table with her right hand. Ouyang Dao glanced at it and saw a very heavy yellowed piece of parchment. Ouyang Dao reached out and picked it up. The text is dark and gloomy, full of mystery and evil.

The page began with a line of distorted text, Ouyang Dao flipped through his memories and concluded... He didn't recognize it. Skipping the beginning, Ouyang Dao browsed through the most common words in the local common language and roughly understood the main point. Parchment is a demonic pact of mystical power, made by a demon called the Grand Duke of the Black Marsh, which is valid when signed, and will be hunted down if violated.

The Grand Duke of Hell, Ouyang Dao searched for this name in his mind and found that it was not a famous demon, at least in the kingdom of Violet, there was no place for demons. The devil who dares to call the Grand Duke is at least a legend, isn't it As for the specific provisions of the contract, there is nothing to say, generally speaking, the execution still has to contribute a little bit, but this devil's agreement is a little different from the relaxed requirements of the Hunter Alliance.

The superior manager of the contract could order the signatory to pay a contribution point from the so-called Grand Duke of Dionysus, which, according to the documents, could not and could not be violated. Of these, the elite will pay around 100 points, while the professionals will only pay 50 points.

That may not sound bad in itself, but with another rule, it's pretty scary. The contribution points stated in the parchment contract are deductible, which means that your contribution points may be -10 or even -100 Once someone is willing to pay contribution points, they must be forced to accept the order. Ouyang Dao thought to himself, the grave of the greedy is a money bank that can be overdrawn without limit, and the life and freedom of the borrower are the collateral. ”

How about signing it, as long as you have a task every month, there will be no debt" The young lady in the mirror spoke very easily, she had a lot of talent in her system, and each of them signed this contract, thinking that they were not in debt, and ended up in the pockets of the organization. Ouyang Dao continued to scan the parchment, looking at every corner, except for the first line of mysterious words, he couldn't read it. The rules are simple, there are no word traps.

So confident, it must be tempting to see the resources that this organization can provide, is there no confidence in self-control Miss Assassin smiled defiantly and prepared to recruit new members. "What does the first line mean?" Ouyang Dao has decided to sign a contract, but he is ready to hone his acting skills. "Newcomers always ask stupid questions like that," Miss Assassin sighed. "What you gained, what you lost, whether you signed or not,"

She said, but the snap of the mirror broke her fingers, and the dozing old man pushed open the door and stood behind Ouyang Dao. Ouyang Dao glanced back at the gatekeeper, who still looked like he was asleep, but the sign on the access control system read: Master. If we don't sign the contract, we don't know if we'll get out of here alive. Ouyang Dao was confident in his self-control, and he needed an unofficial source of information.

Although Smith has a large company, it is mainly mining, and for all kinds of information, it can only be said that it is quite knowledgeable. After the contract was signed, the yellow parchment changed, but within seconds, it was a black bound book, about the size of a palm, big enough to fit in a pocket.

Ouyang Dao opened it and understood why the terms of the contract were so lenient. Each page of the book represents a material, from kung fu to runes, from ancient secrets to the latest gossip, everything is covered up, everything. Ouyang Dao had read more than three books, and the summoner's guide to the alien world had dozens of pages. Ouyang Dao turned to the last page of the small black book, which contained seventy-four Roman numeral symbols, and he saw a very large book. The last 74 was red, and Ouyang Dao knew that this was his code name.

At the top of the paper, Ouyang Dao saw a familiar pattern, the first line of parchment. The name of the person in charge of the contract?It seems that the leader of this organization is likely to be a celebrity Ouyang Dao, a member of the secret organization of the big man, sighed?There is nothing to talk about after that, with this book, Ouyang Dao can use the G channel anytime and anywhere, and then leave.

Miss Assassin didn't care about Ouyang Dao's attitude. The new members are always a bit arrogant, and with the exception of a few powerful monsters, everything else becomes part of the organization's operations. After Ouyang Dao left, the old man outside glanced silently at the mirror and dozed off again.

In the room, the real shock happened, and the Assassin lady's hand kept close to the mirror, finally reaching out and placing it on a new piece of parchment on the table. A professor of political science at the University of California, Berkeley, Space Technology says that neither empire has the courage to say what it knows, but it is easy to use. After leaving the swamp garden, Ouyang Dao rolled up his sleeves, and the dark spots on his arms slowly dissipated.

Ouyang Dao has been itching his left arm since he signed the contract, but he hasn't shown any signs of difference in someone else's home game. Ouyang Dao stood in a remote corner, watching the mark disappear, then opened his black notebook and turned to the last page. The red 74, a symbol of his identity, is disappearing, like a mark on his arm. ”

Haha, what devil Grand Duke, deceive the devil" Ouyang Dao dared to sign the power here, the system certified that the sea god is not a vegetarian, in this world, the nature of the power class is obvious, Ouyang Dao may be a professional, but he is a god of quality. Then Ouyang Dao took out his little black note, which he could still use, as if nothing had happened. Ouyang Dao packed up his black leather notebook and wandered around the black market.

There is another purpose for going to the black market. Ouyang Dao was about to wake up some corpses. With Smith's support and a lot of money left, it's time to assemble a human team. The names of the car repair shops on the underground black market are random, straight from the cemetery. When Ouyang Dao arrived, he saw them carrying the coffins on their backs, as if they were leaving. "What's wrong? Won't the cemetery do business?" The conversation between the two black-robed people beside him attracted Ouyang Dao's attention. "You didn't see it just now, there was a group of people, they took all the corpses away" "Please, there are so many corpses in the cemetery, there are so many elites, how much did they all spend!" ”

"You know what, the team leader is definitely a master, I took a look, my left hand is still numb" "What do you mean... A black man hurriedly covered his companion's mouth in the middle of speaking, and then sneakily left. Ouyang Dao regretfully shifted his gaze, Wei Wei and Xinglong were just the beginning of the master, and they had no clue about the path after the master class. Ouyang Dao was very happy to buy a corpse, but he was not disappointed. He said: "Master Wizard, coming to town at a time like this, oops, it looks like it's going to be fun. ”。 Outside the silver gate of the underground black market, Ouyang Dao once again felt a familiar hunger, still conveying a ridiculous message to him, that is, there was food all around.

Ouyang Dao used his spiritual power to scan his entire body, just like ordinary rats and flies. You don't want me to eat mice, do you? Ouyang Dao was confused, and suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility. He shuddered and quickly left the sewers. It is impossible to eat mice. If I get shot by the patrol leader, I won't even eat a mouse. Ouyang Dao, who was walking in the sewer competition, suddenly became dizzy, his body staggered back to normal, and he stepped on the slippery floor tiles in surprise.

The ground was flat, and even though it was damp and moss all around, it was impossible to trip over a professional-level Ouyang Dao. Ouyang Dao looked back and saw that the silver door that had been left for a while was gone, and the muscles on his body were cold. Ouyang Dao could feel it in his blood, like a lost hound barking at its owner. The underground black market, it's a bit interesting, the time has come early in the morning, Ouyang Dao's scarce perceptual attributes have decreased again, and the funny side of his personality has greatly increased, and he is in the middle of the abyss and continues to decline.

In the dead of night, Ouyang Dao was casually flipping through her black leather notebook on the street, and she was at the climax of the day. This group has only 74 members, and the forest province is large but no less large, with 74 people out of a population of 100,000.

Ouyang Dao lazily flipped through his notebook. There are no quests or messages from the Lion City. Some of the reports come from different industries in the Lion City. Some people may feel that something is wrong, but this brain-burning activity is not for Ouyang Dao. At this time, a line of black handwriting suddenly appeared in the bounty area, and Ouyang Dao looked at it intently, the task publisher happened to be in the Lion City. "Help! I'm being hunted by the Hunters' Guild. Are there any living people near the Lion City? ”

Clearly written 100 contribution points, it seems that the task is not a good person, 100 contribution points are already able to command elite troops out of control. When Ouyang Dao stopped, a note had already appeared in his notebook: "Forty-three, look around, do you want to finish writing?" After the first note, a violent melon-eating carnival followed. "Listen, 43, do you want to quit this organization?"

"Number 43, I was not far from the Lion City two days ago, and you were late for your mission" followed by a flurry of jokes. If you ignore the forty-three, who is being hunted down, Ouyang Dao seems to have come to the past life post bar, and the people who eat melons are strongly looking at the miserable situation of the landlord. It had been more than ten minutes since the launch, and Ouyang Dao was staring at the black leather notebook. This proposal has not been canceled. It doesn't seem very lucky for the number 43. Ouyang Dao, who was angry and energetic, decided to give the hapless No. 43 a chance. His psychic power reached the notebook, on which a line of ink appeared: What does the hunter who leads the hunter in pursuit of you look like?

Finally grasping at the straw, Forty-Three immediately replied: "Middle-aged woman in the blood, brother, are you in the Lion City?" I give 150 donation points and ask for help! "The lineage of middle-aged women?Once Ouyang Dao changes his mind, there will not be many female hunters in the entire hunting society, they can lead a team of people to hunt down and kill...

Hey, hey, Director Elizabeth, are we really enemies? A bloody light flashed through Ouyang Dao's eyes, and the dragon was released by him, and the ground under his feet swallowed Ouyang Dao like a swamp, at this time, Master Long went to the battlefield! Wandering on land, the nocturnal dragon quickly set the course of the battle, but after ten breaths, Ouyang Dao found the pursued No. 43.

It is also clearly the blood of a professional killer, most notably covered in khaki scales and with a large tail on its back. For a few minutes, Ouyang Dao watched No. 43 stubbornly rush over, his scales falling all over the street. The tail on its back is surprisingly elastic, many ranged attacks are blocked, and those who approach a few hunters are "bloody battles". How much blood is that? Didn't you say you would go into shock? Ouyang Dao looked at the hunters who were dyed red from head to toe and admired the survivability of No. 43.

The bloodline really can't be considered a human ~ He silently observed the encirclement of the hunters underground, and the soul power was transmitted to the black leather notebook. "No. 43, turn left"