quicksilver blood

Chapter 63 Leisurely Torture

A black shadow walked among the crowd in the early morning. He was wearing a black robe with strange silver-gray patterns, carrying a black suitcase, walking silently like a ghost.

No one around was surprised by this, at most they just cast curious or vigilant eyes, but their footsteps and movements did not change at all.

From time to time, men with tired expressions can be seen coming out of nearby buildings, and occasionally, the shadows of goblins and erinyes can be seen flashing by.Here, it seems that everyone has let go of their fighting nature as creatures, and a kind of contradictory harmony makes the atmosphere here weird and suffocating.

This is Qingguo Avenue, one of the most orderly places in the City of Fortune and one of the core areas.

Total chaos will only lead to its own destruction, and the mere extraction of wealth without a place to spend it will only degenerate the exploitation of the exploiters into a base instinct.In response to this demand, Qingguo Avenue was born.

All fighting is cut off here, and anyone who breaks the rules will undoubtedly die.

Of course, "here" only refers to the street.

A drunken man was walking unsteadily on the street, accidentally bumped into the man in black robe, and fell down.

"Are you all right?"

The man in the black robe reached out and gently supported him who was about to fall.Under the black robe, a slightly hoarse magnetic voice came.

"Uh..." the man hiccupped, "It's okay, thanks, brother."

"You are Welcome."

A gentle hoarse voice came from under the black robe, and the person holding the suitcase trembled slightly, and gray-black vines came out of it like snakes, biting the neck of the passer-by man tightly.

"Cough...ha..." The man opened his mouth wide, completely out of breath.

The place where the ash-like vines touched the skin made a sizzling sound, and a burnt smell came to the nostrils immediately.

Immediately, icy eyes pierced from all directions, and the figure in the black robe was immediately locked in by the rising momentum.

"Excuse me, everyone." The man in the black robe was not at all frightened, bowed slightly politely, and bowed apologetically to the people around him.

The elegant demeanor of a conductor in a concert hall is in stark contrast to the passer-by man beside him who is struggling like a wild dog waiting to be slaughtered but can't even utter a syllable, which highlights the caster in black robe Extraordinary bearing.

He carried the suitcase and walked towards a certain corner as if he was leading a dog.The suitcase was slightly opened, and a vine that seemed to be made of ashes protruded from the gap, tightly wrapped around the neck of the middle-aged man behind him, and the man could only follow the black robe like a dog. Men go together.

Seeing this black-robed man dragging the people behind him into the alley very politely, the eyes that stayed on him left one by one, and finally only one extremely cold eyes stared at him closely until he disappeared completely At the alley.

The middle-aged man whose neck was tightly bound by the hot vines was about to cry.

The scorching vines exuded an unbearable high temperature, and his neck seemed to be pressed down by a branding iron, and there were already circles of scorched black marks.A little farther away from the place where the vines bound, a large dense patch of small blisters bulged on the reddened skin.

The vocal cords were suppressed by the vines in a special way, making it impossible to speak at all; the trachea was almost cracked by the high temperature, and it was itchy and painful.

Even if he is a little behind, his fragile neck will be torn directly by the flaming vines; but if he is too far forward, the vines bending in front of him will drag the vines around his neck forward due to the weight of the vines themselves. move forward.

He could only try his best to maintain the same pace as the person in front of him, following behind him step by step, not daring to take a step beyond, let alone lag behind.As for the idea of ​​fighting with the person in front of him, he didn't even dare to think about it.

As the priest of the Lord of Darkness, he has rich experience in assassination since he entered the Bronze rank five years ago, and he has successfully assassinated even people of the Silver rank.But even those silver-ranked powerhouses have never given him the tingling sense of fear like this guy in front of him.

Now he regrets so much why he took up the task of finding and assassinating a Blighter in the first place——

If you think about it, you know, how could a Bronze-rank scum like myself be able to provoke a Blighter who dared to enter the City of Fortune?

After the first assassination was detected, the middle-aged assassin activated the humanoid detection magic to detect the Blighter in front of him.

But what surprised him was that his divine spell seemed to fall into an empty space, and he didn't see anything.

Next, he tried his best to activate the secret insight of the six-ring magical technique, but it was still like a mud cow entering the sea, without stirring up any waves.

Suddenly, the inexplicable fear turned into an electric current, climbing all the way up from the back of the spine, and bit the back of the head.

That's right...he had seen strong men who ignored hidden insights.

Just like the Pope of the Lord of Darkness, as an existence stronger than the gold-ranked powerhouse, just relying on the spirit of being connected to the Lord of Darkness all the time is enough to make him ignore the detection magic below the sixth ring.

If the Blighter in front of him was a strong man of that level, no matter how he struggled, he would have no chance of survival.

Staring at the flawless back, the middle-aged man could only lower his head humbly, spread his hands, and tried his best to show that he had no malice.

That must have been an intentional flaw.No, if it was a strong man of this level, there probably wouldn't be any so-called vital points in his body.

He would take himself into the shadows, surely because he wanted to know something.The priest of the Lord of Darkness is so sure.

In order to keep himself alive, the priest of the Lord of Darkness desperately tried to figure out what he had to sell.

In the teachings of the Lord of Darkness, there are also several items that advocate "breaking the contract without punishment" and "sell what you can sell".It can be said that he has no psychological shadow in doing such a thing.

He is a father.He still has his own daughter to support.

Never die here——

He has made up his mind that even if this strong man wants to know the secret of the Lord of Darkness, he will tell it all.

Under the terrible heat, the skin on his neck had already cracked.As long as his movements are a little bigger, his neck that is tightly bound by the ashes vines will be broken directly.

In fact, if he hadn't been a Bronze-ranked man with strong vitality, he would have fainted and lost consciousness half a minute ago.

Even now, scalding hot air kept pouring into the lungs, the lungs were scorching hot, and the liquid in the lungs had gradually dried up, and he began to feel that his eyes were blurry due to lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, the pressure on his neck was released—it took him three seconds to realize that he was not dead yet.

But immediately, the icy cold wind sprayed on the scorched black of his fragile neck, bringing a severe pain that was more painful than being roasted, as if being cut by a thousand knives.

Even though his neck was no longer restrained, he felt that the severe lack of oxygen in his lungs did not ease much.His eyes were blurred and his whole body was fluttering due to the persistent hypoxia.

After 30 seconds of high-temperature restraint, even a full-level assassin can easily kill him.

He wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse than he imagined: "I will speak, I will speak anything."

"Very well, you are very witty."

The tone of the Blight in the black robe was more gentle than elegant.But after personally experiencing what this person can do, the assassin of the Lord of Darkness did not dare to underestimate him.

"I want to know first, who sent you here?"

"The leader of the Green Fruit Lock."

he answered immediately.

"I heard that Qingguo Zhisuo received a batch of new goods yesterday? For example, a pair of mountain folk siblings?"

Yes.

He wanted to answer, but found that the vocal cords could hardly vibrate, so he could only nod his head.

The expression of the man in black in front of him was shrouded in thick shadows, but the priest of the Lord of Darkness seemed to be able to feel his smile.

"So, have you heard the rumors of the brain-eating monster?"

Brain Eater?
The priest of the Lord of Darkness tried his best to search in his mind, but he had no memory of it at all.

He just shook his head.In order to avoid the misunderstanding of the Blighter in front of him, he tried his best to explain in a barely uttered voice: "No... I really didn't hear... Really..."

Broken words squeezed out from between his teeth. The more speechless he became, the more nervous he became, but the more nervous he became, the less able he was to speak.

Just as he was sweating nervously, a warm hand patted his right shoulder lightly.

"Relax, kid," the snake-like husky voice sounded as touching as the prayer of a saint at this moment, "You are not wrong. You can go."

……Can?gone?

He could hardly believe it.

"What? You don't want to go?"

No!I do!willing!

The priest of the Lord of Darkness truly shed tears.He was moved by the compassion of the person in front of him, which almost shook his faith of more than ten years.

Because he could barely make a sound, he could only kneel down and kowtow a few times to express his gratitude, and then, fearing that the Blight would repent, he scrambled and left the alley.

When he finally left the alley, he glanced back unconsciously.

The figure in the black robe hides in the deepest darkness, ferocious and dangerous like an shapeless beast.

Just as he was trying to distinguish the dividing line between the benevolent Blighter's black robe and the surrounding darkness, the pain of blunt instrument percussion came from the back of his head, and his eyes suddenly went black.

The last impression was not the pain in the neck, but the warm left hand on the right shoulder.

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