black wizard Zhu Peng

Of course, the bald butcher's figure was also completely frozen. When Zhu Peng walked past him, he gently pushed his tall body to the ground, and then the huge head rolled over.

"The mission of 'Bloody Crazy Asylum' is completed, with a completion rate of 90.00%. I have gained 22 points of spiritual power, and I am continuing to strengthen it." A cold breath spread from the center of the eyebrows in my mind. With the original level of mental power, it is not difficult for Zhu Peng to reach the senior apprentice level in a short time. At that time, the means that can be used will be much richer. After all, Zhu Peng is not really a senior apprentice. There is no comparison with ordinary wizard apprentices.

Ordinary wizard apprentices are only at the bottom of the world of spellcasters, while mid-to-high-level wizard apprentices transformed from Spy Shadow, in addition to their weaker survivability, can already consider how to kill first- and second-tier wizards, especially if the opponent has no When the caster of the alien plane with the talent defensive force field.

A spellcaster from another plane without a natural defensive force field has a fragile body and a relatively low fault tolerance rate.

...Clean up the battlefield, count the income...

The underground slaughterhouse of the lunatic asylum is terrifying, bloody, dark and crazy. When many detectives and policemen opened the "workshop" of the bald butcher, many people vomited immediately when they saw the rows of corpses hanging upside down.In fact, Zhu Peng felt that if the bald butcher chose this place for the decisive battle, at least he could kill more people. Of course, in the eyes of the bald butcher, his workshop is like a religious sanctuary, which cannot be defiled and desecrated by ordinary people Bar.

The police officers took pictures, sorted out the corpses, searched for the murder weapon, and cursed about the perversion of the lunatic. However, for the demon hunter, the behavior of the demonic creatures actually has a purpose and rules to follow. The bald butcher is here What it did was certainly horrific, but there must also be hidden reasons why it would do so.

Because of his special status and great achievements in solving the case, since reporters from some major newspapers have already been included, no police officer would choose to expel a demon hunter like Constantine Chino, so Zhu Peng Just like that, with his hands in his pockets, he seemed to be swaying and walking aimlessly.

Arriving at a hidden place in a slaughterhouse, Zhu Peng's eyes flashed with golden flames, and he even used a little source energy to find the hidden mechanism in the room.

Glancing around twice, seeing that no one noticed him, Zhu Peng quickly opened the mechanism, and pulled out a dozen thick, neatly folded leathers from inside.

These skins are very strange, covered with layers of scales, Zhu Peng directly touched with the palm of his hand, and he heard desperate cries in his ears, and scenes of men, women, old and children being slaughtered appeared in front of his eyes. This is the crazy killing of the bald butcher The fruit of his labor——the evil creation that Zhu Peng heard about but never saw with his own eyes when he was learning appraisal from Kidd: the magic skin.

Other people's illusions of death had a limited impact on people like Zhu Peng. He quickly got rid of the negative state and hid the big dozen devil skins in the bag he had prepared long ago in his windbreaker. If it is discovered by the police, this kind of thing will definitely not fall into my hands, but in the hands of the police, it is not only worthless, but also a disaster.

Although it is called "Magic Skin", it is actually a kind of human sacrifice created by primitive black magic (witchcraft). The victim died in extreme pain and in an evil environment. Demonized creatures, the bald butcher kills and peels off the skins of the prey at the peak of their pain. After being tanned with special materials, the leather is already close to the gap between humans and monsters. It naturally contains quite powerful natural magic power. If The means are cruel enough, and the heart is cruel enough. The black wizard can use this method to create powerful legendary equipment through massacres.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

When Zhu Peng was recalling the knowledge he had memorized while stuffing the magic skin into the bag, a voice suddenly rang out, and he turned his head to see Kiman's delicate and pretty cheek.

"Uh... take something you don't need much." Under other circumstances, Kidman might not be able to guess what the man in front of him is stuffing into his pocket, but under the current external environment, Kidman is not stupid, how could she fail to guess.

"What are you doing with this stuff?"

"Hey, keep your voice down, I don't want to cause trouble. Why, of course it's used to make magic-killing equipment." Zhu Peng looked around, and at the same time accelerated the movements of his hands.

"That's human skin!?"

"You don't want to tell me that there is no killing if there is no business, right? This world is connected to the demon world. No matter what we do, after the demons come over, we should kill people or kill them as usual. In this case, we use the leftovers of these victims to make equipment Going to fight and get rid of demons, isn’t it helping them to avenge? People cannot be resurrected after death, so instead of pushing all the problems to morality, why can’t we think about how to do something practical and help the people who are still alive?” Zhu Peng's words finally persuaded the female police officer Kiman.What he said was indeed the truth, and although Kiman couldn't accept it for a while, her rationality told her that what the other party said was probably right.

"Huh... I don't care. Anyway, what you are doing now makes me very unhappy. You have to make it up to me, otherwise you should not think about taking these things out."

"No, sister, your brother and I have worked so hard to do some small business... Oh, good." Zhu Peng grabbed Kiman, who was about to call others, and had to surrender:

"Okay, you won. Didn't you always want anti-demon equipment? I promise you, after I sell this material in my hand, I will definitely give you one." Kiman was not very clear about the level of anti-demon weapons. According to the division, since the girl is not very knowledgeable, Zhu Peng's gift of a high-quality weapon is definitely enough to kill her.And the value of such a large amount of magic skin in hand is definitely much higher than that.

However, even after going through honing, a shrewd person like Zhu Peng never expected that because of his choice today, he would be in a big and difficult trouble for a long time to come.

If things could start all over again, maybe Zhu Peng would not want this magic skin at all.

Chapter 18 Plane Suppression, Quest Entrustment

In the early morning, Gaotan City, at the very edge of the city.

"This world... this world... has it become so ill?" I stepped on the asphalt road, but there was a cliff in front of me. Looking down, there was a bottomless, black and gray The mist diffused.

A middle-aged man with grey-brown hair and a weak defensive energy field spread all over his body, scanning everything in sight with military binoculars.

According to Zhu Peng's investigation so far, Gaotan City has already been swallowed into the abdomen and stomach by an extraordinary life of an evil camp, and the remaining plane will and human civilization are just lingering.

Looking down from the military telescope, there are vaguely naked humanoid monsters entrenched in the black-gray mist below the Great Rift Valley. Too fast, but this is obviously irreversible permanent damage.

The source energy in the slightly excited state burned about [-]% of the unit. Before further consumption, Zhu Peng retreated and withdrew from the rift zone at the edge of the city.

That is to say, as a spy wizard, if you are an ordinary human being, not to mention seeing this scene with your own eyes, you will instinctively feel uncomfortable just getting close to the edge of the city. They will "accidentally" fall into the rift zone and be eaten by humanoid monsters in the gray mist, or they will "lose" related memories during the process of returning to Gaotan City.

This is a self-protection mechanism of the incomplete will of civilization in the world, just like patients with advanced cancer, the hospital no longer provides rescue treatment, and only provides life-prolonging medical solutions... If Gaotan City is allowed to be the center, the provincial If the human beings within the range know the truth of this world, then this lingering world will really perish in a very short period of time.

At that point, even the last hope of a reversal disappeared.

A world plane the size of a province is indeed a little pitifully small, but if it survives by luck, after the accumulation of time and years, it may not be impossible to regenerate and expand to the territory of the earth. Before the great voyages of the Middle Ages, Asia was the One world, Europe is one world, and Africa is one world, but after a certain opportunity and opportunity, the worlds are united into one, which is a huge improvement in the level of the world plane, and the advancement of civilization.

Walking out of the rift belt on the edge of the city, Zhu Peng rubbed his forehead. Watching the damage of the world was a huge shock to his spirit at this time. In order to counteract the memory erasing mechanism of the will of the plane, Zhu Peng even had to After burning another two points of source energy, he managed to escape from a world-class desperate struggle area.

After walking alone for half an hour, Zhu Peng's footsteps were very fast. He walked for half an hour, and it took nearly two hours for others to walk.

Not far away, a short and thin taxi driver in a plaid shirt couldn't wait any longer. He stood beside the car and paced back and forth.

At this moment, Zhu Peng understood his state. In this area, people in this world would feel uncomfortable, as if a person was on the edge of a cliff, feeling like he might fall down and be smashed to pieces at any time.

"Go back to the city." Without saying anything, Zhu Peng opened the door, and the short and thin taxi driver also got in quickly, stepped on the accelerator, and started the car.

Although the car was not driving slowly and did not go far at all, it was already close to afternoon when it returned to Gaotan City. The closer to the densely populated place, the more comfortable and excited the taxi driver was, although He was wearing a hat and even had his beard attached, but Zhu Peng could still see from the details exposed by the other party that the taxi driver in front of him was just a half-grown child.

In fact, if money is not really needed, no taxi driver would be willing to go to such a remote and remote place.

His eyes flicked over the boy's rough skin, repeatedly mended clothes, and palms with frostbite. When he got off the car at the door of his house, Zhu Peng took out Constantine's wallet and handed most of the banknotes inside to him. Not only did he pay the full fare, but he also gave a full tip... The reward for solving the bald butcher task in the madhouse is about to come down, and people like Zhu Peng only need big money, small money even if they are short of money. He is not lacking.

"At your age, don't pick up work next time. When you go to such a remote and remote place, the more you need money, the more you need to ensure your own safety. Your family still counts on you, right?" said a faint word, and then pushed Get out of the car, but before Zhu Peng took a few steps, he heard the sound of running and panting behind him.

"Sir... sir, hoo hoo." The little taxi driver who was chasing up no longer concealed his voice at this time. He took off his hat. Although there was a beard under his nose, it was indeed just a half-sized Young man, teenager.

"What's the matter? I shouldn't have missed your fare."

"Ah, Mr. Constantine... Huh, you walk really fast." The boy with some freckles on his face gasped while clutching his chest.

"……you know me?"

"Magic Walker, Hell Detective, Dark Knight Constantine, you are my idol, and I followed all the reports on your case last week." As he spoke, the young driver pulled out a small dozen of them from his arms. newspaper.

Zhu Peng glanced at the young man in front of him, took the newspaper in his hand, and all he saw were related reports about himself, and some of the newspapers even had photos attached: a middle-aged man in a windbreaker, holding a newspaper in his left hand. Holding a silver revolver and holding a silver knife inscribed with runes in his right hand, he jumped up and waved the knife light past a fat and strong man with a fierce appearance.

It was exactly a week ago that I chopped off the bald butcher's head with the last knife.

(Among the police officers must have been undercover agents of these newspaper reporters, and such scenes were successfully captured, which shows that he was very close to the scene at the time.) Zhu Peng has been busy recuperating his body this week, warming up his injuries. He didn't have the habit of reading newspapers. He just came out this time to explore the edge of the city. It was really the first time he saw these newspapers in his hand.

"What, do you want my autograph? I'll sign it for you right now, and then go home quickly." As he said that, Zhu Peng took out a pen from his windbreaker, and signed the boy in front of him with "Constance" Ding Chino", and then the newspaper was handed back to the excited boy.But the young man did not leave satisfied, but trotted along closely with Zhu Peng who was striding forward.

"Mr. Constantine, I felt that you looked like the person in the newspaper. Of course, it was you, but I didn't dare to confirm it until you paid me so much and got off the bus on this street. , I was really sure it was you."

"Excuse me... do you still need assistants or apprentices? I can drive, and I am familiar with all kinds of news on the street, and I charge very little. You can give me fifteen pounds every month. Or . . . or you'll give me ten pounds."

Zhu Peng didn't pay attention to the young man who was following him. He won't stay in this world for too long, so it's best not to have too much entanglement with the natives of this plane, although being a spy is not very taboo about this.

Arriving at the door of his home, he went up the stairs and took out the copper key to open the door. At this time, the taxi boy was already out of breath from following and eagerly introducing himself. Zhu Peng opened the door with his head down and ignored him.

"Please, please accept me. My father was killed by a demon. I must... must become a demon hunter!" Wei Qi, the taxi boy, was at the moment Zhu Peng opened the door. He suddenly raised his head and shouted, his thin face was covered with water marks flowing wantonly at this moment, and the emotion seemed extremely strong.

Zhu Peng pushed open the door, and because of Vicki's shout, he looked sideways at him for a while, and the indifferent gaze made the young man tremble for a while.

"I'm lying, your father died of a stomach disease, and the water bag is hidden in the left hand on your back, and you just squeezed water on your face while you lowered your head... Your acting skills are good, try to become an actor, you will have a better future if you do that After finishing speaking, Zhu Peng left Wei Qi with a confused face and walked into the house.

However, at this moment, a well-dressed fat middle-aged man in a top hat, with a walking stick, came to Zhu Peng's house under the steps of the door, on the other side opposite to Vicki.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Constantine?"

"……I'm."

"My lord, Brudin Canol, would you please let me in for a cup of tea?" The fat middle-aged man took his hat and looked very polite, but Vicki jumped to Zhu Peng's side. This clever boy He leaned into the middle-aged man's ear and whispered: "Sir, Brudin Canol is a big business owner, a big mine owner, a railway tycoon, and a super rich man."

"..."

……

"The farm on the map is the property of the Canol family. Although it is now considered the least profitable part of my property, the family's inherent assets must not be lost. However, some strange things have happened there recently. Thing, before I came to find you, I also sent several teams of mercenaries there, but the best result they brought me was just a lunatic who escaped... A week ago, I saw the newspaper, and then I thought I may have gone in the wrong direction, will you solve my troubles, Monsieur Constantine?"

"Of course, I'm a businessman, and I know that there is a price to pay for everything, and my remuneration will definitely satisfy you." As he said, Brudin Canol took out a checkbook from his arms, and wrote on it A row of numbers, then tore it down and pushed it to Constantine, that is, in front of Zhu Peng.

"Wow... Oh my god, sir, we, us." The young Vicki standing next to Zhu Peng, when he saw the string of zeros on the check, his whole body was in a bad mood, and he was talking nonsense. He wanted to get the check, but Brudin Canol, a chubby businessman, held the check down, and kept his eyes on the middle-aged man across his desk.

And Zhu Peng's gaze was also scanning Brudin Canol's body up and down. The gaze was neither sharp nor scary, but it made Brudin Canol, who was in the shopping mall, feel alive. Cold, as if sitting in front of the other party naked, this is a feeling he has never had for decades.

"Sorry, I won't accept the task of concealing the content. You take the check back. I think there are many demon hunters in this city who don't mind waiting for you to hire." Turning around and standing up, Zhu Peng took it out of his windbreaker. He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath after lighting it. For Konstantin Kino's body, this was indeed a very effective medicine, which lifted his spirits.

"What do you want to know? I just want to take back my manor."

"I want to know what you are hiding. In your opinion, it may be just a little privacy, but your little privacy may kill us during the mission. If you think you can't say it, the door is there." As soon as he pointed out the cigarette with his finger, Zhu Peng took a deep breath, and then he suddenly turned upside down the glass next to his hand and caught a spider crawling on the table.

Then, he threw the half-smoked cigarette into the empty glass, watching the spider in the glass struggle, stumble, and die a little bit in the diffuse nicotine.

Brudin Canol turned and left with hidden anger in his expression. Zhu Peng quietly watched the gradually extinguished fireworks in the glass in Vicky’s pained expression. At this moment, Brudin Canol He walked back with a sad expression.

"Mr. Constantine, you won." Pulling out the chair, Brudin Canol sat down again, and he revealed what he had hidden.

"Actually, I don't mind what happened to that farm. The only thing I care about is whether my only younger brother, Sival, is still alive in a nursing home deep in the farm. I... When I was young, I wanted to inherit the Kanol family I have done bad things to him, and I suddenly lost all his news two months ago. Constantine, I hired you to bring him out. If my brother is dead, I will To see his dead body, I..." At this moment, Brudin suddenly froze, and he looked sideways at the seemingly unreliable taxi driver Vicky, with obvious distrust in his expression.

"You don't have to worry. Since I dared him to listen, I was sure enough that he couldn't speak out at all." When Zhu Peng said these words, Wei Qi's face turned pale. After all, Zhu Peng These words sounded like they were going to "kill people and silence them".

And Brudin seems to understand it in this way, he pondered for a while, and then continued:

"The reason why I am so cautious is because it is related to my life's career. After so many years of hard work, the family business has grown dozens of times in my hands. I... my doctor told me that I have already suffered from a terminal illness. At most, I can live for less than two months, I have no heirs, I want Sival to inherit everything from me, I don’t want to take advantage of those relatives and nephews in the family who have nothing to do with me.”

"..." Zhu Peng quietly listened to every word Brudin Canol said, his eyes were fixed on the fat man in front of him, and he closed his eyes and meditated after the other party finished speaking.

"Understood, we will take over the task this time. However, please add a zero at the end of the check, it is related to the big case of your heir to the estate, but the small amount just now is simply disfavored to you and your huge career Respect." Opening his eyes, Zhu Peng said so.

"If Mr. Constantine has always respected others in this way, I hope you don't have to respect me." Although a little aggrieved, for Brudin Canol, whose money is almost just numbers, the other party expressed The stronger and more unfathomable he becomes, the more he feels at ease. For rich people, it is really normal to spend money to buy peace of mind.

After Zhu Peng sent the benefactor away, he received the signed check in the windbreaker. Although the full amount can only be withdrawn after the task is completed, the deposit that can be paid now is enough. .

"My God, Mr. Constantine, can you read people's hearts? How could you know that Mr. Brudin concealed the content of the mission?" At this moment, the young Vicky's admiration for Zhu Peng has reached an extreme.

"Don't be stupid, how can I see through people's hearts, it's just that when people lie or cover up, they have some subconscious little tricks. If he doesn't say anything, I don't know what he is hiding."

"But, but you directly saw my father..." Wei Qi was still helping Zhu Peng make up his mind, obviously unable to accept the fact that the idol was disillusioned.

"That's because you have leftover stomach medicine in the car, and it's obviously impossible to use it at your age. Vichy, don't understand others under the leadership of certain emotions, such as admiration or fear, that will only lead you into confusion obstacle." Saying that, Zhu Peng walked up to the boy and drew a symbol on his forehead.

Wei Qi only felt a chill on his forehead, as if something had seeped in.

"First... sir, what did you do to me?"

"Confidentiality spell, if you divulge anything you just heard or saw, your male organs will no longer function, understand?" Constantine himself can't drive, and the cars in this world are constructed and driven The world is also completely different from the earth, not to mention that the earth's car Zhu Peng also can't drive, so it is necessary to hire Vicky, who is quite clever.

He was able to overcome the discomfort and go to the edge of the city according to Zhu Peng's request and wait there for a long time, and he was able to complete many other instructions according to Zhu Peng's request.

...a crumbling world, a demon hunter walking in the middle of light and darkness...

In the afternoon, Wei Qi was temporarily sent away, and Zhu Peng was promoted to a senior wizard apprentice with a breath of effort. While processing fresh ingredients to make nutritious medicinal meals for himself, he sorted out the spell system.

Zhu Peng canceled all the other circuits of his own meditation system, and directly solidified a flame control: the burning hand. In other words, from now on, Zhu Peng's other magical abilities will be completely reduced, but the flame control ability will be greatly increased. This is the lesson. A method chosen by many Spy Shadows during training, through specialization in a certain field, in exchange for strength that does not match their own level.

If you do this kind of thing in the main world itself, it is of course squandering your potential and cutting off the way forward, but in this descended world, there is no way forward in itself.

After solidifying his own meditation system, Zhu Peng closed his eyes slightly, connected to his original will wrapped in layers of source energy, and found the one of the purgatory dog ​​Arthurs among several flickering light spheres.When he opened his eyes again, Fiercefire of Purgatory, which is absolutely impossible for normal wizard apprentices to control, was already burning on the palm of his hand. With a little flick of Fiendfire, the beef was cooked to medium.

Scattering Fiendfire with his hands, there is still a slight gap compared with the Purgatory Firefire controlled by Arthurs, but Zhu Peng is now a high-level wizard apprentice, if this thing is stuck on the face of any first- and second-order existence, unless the other party is extremely skinny Rough and thick, otherwise the result is often an instant kill.

The meditation circuit controlled by Zhu Peng's own flame, in fact, only serves to establish a connection channel with Arthurs, and the purgatory dog ​​provides Zhu Peng with fire. What it needs to pay attention to most is not the output power, but the maintenance of the channel. , don't let Fierce Flame blow up the energy channel, and cook your own master.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door of the room, Zhu Peng turned off the stove, had to put down the half-finished soup just now, and ran to open the door wearing an apron.

(At this time, I felt that it was indeed necessary to find an assistant.) Through the door, I saw Kiman, a beautiful female police officer in casual clothes, so Zhu Peng opened the door directly.

"Well, don't be in such a hurry to come over and give me a bonus. Although I am indeed in a hurry, it would be embarrassing to trouble you to come here late at night."

Kidman was indeed taken aback when he saw Constantine's half-length apron.However, listening to the ruffian's words, the girl couldn't help laughing.

"Bonuses? Don't think about your bonuses. It's good that you won't be troubled in the next round." As he spoke, Kidman threw a newspaper to Zhu Peng.

During this period of time, there have never been many newspapers about Constantine, but this one has a completely different intention. For a week, most of the newspapers have praised Constantine for his bravery, or at least called him the Dark Knight. , a hero who walks in the dark.

However, the title of the newspaper that Kidman threw out was "Hero? Maybe he's the next murderous maniac!" The photo attached was a picture of Zhu Peng and Kidman stuffing the magic skin into the bag together.

"It's because I believed in your fallacies that I lost my job now. You are responsible for the rest of my life."

(I have the ability to secretly take photos of me, and it’s from this angle...) Zhu Peng’s mind flashed back to the scenes of a week ago. Of course, this is impossible for ordinary people. For a legendary wizard who has reached a certain level, doing this kind of thing is no more difficult than remembering what he had for lunch at night.

Originally, Zhu Peng didn't care much about this matter, but now it is obvious that someone is hostile to him and trying to punish him. If he doesn't know who the other party is and fights back, it would be too tolerant.

The images in my mind scanned the policeman one by one, and finally settled on a man with a gentle face and glasses... Brett!

"It's a disaster...he didn't notice me at all, but his eyes followed you all the time, so I was implicated." When I opened my eyes, my heart was already clear.

"What did you say?" Kidman asked a little confused.

"Did I say to stay for dinner at night? It made you lose your job, and by the way, I also paid for the demon-slayer equipment that I promised you." With a harmless smile on his face, Zhu Peng turned sideways in a gesture of invitation, and introduced the beautiful and beautiful girl After leaving the room, the moment he closed the door, his eyes swept away, and he caught a figure who was deliberately avoiding among the passers-by.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being a senior police officer. If he doesn't pay attention, Brett's hidden ability can almost hide Zhu Peng.

When the door was closed, a sneer broke out on the corner of Zhu Peng's lips.

"Well, the beef is very soft, and the porridge is very tasty... What is this dish? Chino, I've known you for so long, and I didn't know that you can cook, and it's so good until today."

"Everyone has a little secret of their own. I used to want to be a good man at home. Who knew that I would go farther and farther on the road of a muscular man. Now it seems that I may not be able to turn back in this life." On the dining table , Zhu Peng made a sad expression, then raised his glass and touched Kidman lightly to drink.