I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

"Knock knock!"

Luo Ke pushed the door open and walked in, beating his chest in salute.

"My lord, everything is ready."

Pathak stood up. The cracks on his face had become so severe that they could no longer be concealed. The thin black lines like spider webs extended to the skin under his neck.

The breath of death was all over his body. He was about to die. Even though his breath was extremely weak, Luo Ke did not dare to have any rebellious thoughts.

Because no one knows Pasak's true strength. This man has supernatural powers that are almost godlike. He dare not and cannot gamble.

Pasak walked up to Rocco, stretched out his old, cracked arms, and suddenly grabbed his neck. Rocco stared in surprise.

Unlike the pain he expected, Pathak just pinched him without using any force.

"Luo Ke, you are different from your brother. Your loyalty is far from enough. Now that Luo Wen has not returned for a long time, I think he is in danger. You will take over his position and continue to work for me."

Pasak's eyes flashed with ferocity: "Put away your ridiculous kindness! I, Pasak, don't need weaklings around me. Before you do anything, think more about your people! If you are reluctant to kill those insignificant people, then it is your people who will die!"

"Luo Ke will swear to follow you till death! I won't dare to disobey you even a little bit!"

After receiving Luo Ke's affirmative answer, Pasak let go of his hand awkwardly.

"Let's go to the black market."

Luo Ke almost lost his balance and hurriedly supported himself on the door frame with his hands, cold sweat already seeping out of his back.

Pasak clearly didn't use any strength just now, but a bone-chilling breath wrapped him tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Deep, biting, gloomy, as if you were in the deepest darkness.

What kind of existence is this? Its mere breath can turn into substance and make people shudder.

At this moment, Luo Ke felt a strong fear of Pasak's strength.

Black market, the ancestral home of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan.

Although Krollin is the leader of the wolf tribe this term, the ownership of this mansion still belongs to Pasak.

Pasak was the previous leader of the wolf tribe and the first elder. If he didn't give up his position voluntarily, no one could force him to move out.

The mansion is surrounded by a high fence and is heavily guarded even though no one lives there.

"Greetings, Elder!"

Pasak was wearing a pure black cloak, the hood of which covered half of his face, and his lowered head made his entire face invisible to others.

Roco was standing behind him. Even if the guard had never seen Pasak's true face, he could guess Pasak's identity from Roco.

The door opened, and the two walked along the bluestone tiles into the mansion. This building was no smaller than the manor on the ground, and the walls of the first floor were covered with portraits.

There are portraits of individual people as well as portraits of couples, and at first glance, they cover the entire wall.

The faces are different, but without exception, the people in the portraits all have silver hair and purple eyes, which is the symbol of the Silver Moon Clan.

If your bloodline is not pure enough, you cannot show such a look and you are not worthy of being hung on this wall.

The two went upstairs and passed through the corridor paved with red carpet, where the portraits remained the same.

Until I reached the end of the corridor, I saw a portrait hanging on the wall. It was completely different from the people around me. The person in the portrait had black hair and purple eyes, with a sword hanging from his waist. His purple eyes looked down with an air of looking down on the world.

Just the portrait can give people this feeling. How majestic would the real person be standing there?

At the end of the portrait, there is a tiny name

—— Jonal.

Pasak placed his hand on the portrait, pressing a precise position. The door on the right slowly opened, revealing a staircase leading downwards.

There are dim lighting stones inlaid on both sides of the stairs, which make the stairs quite clear.

Going all the way down, at the end of the stairs is a pure black stone door.

The stone gate is carved with the totem of the Silver Moon Clan, with vine-like flowers entwined around a full moon.

Pasak moved the leaves on it, the buds bloomed, and the stone door slowly opened.

This time, Luo Ke did not follow, but stood quietly guarding the door. Pasak entered the stone chamber and the black door slowly closed.

The moment the door closed, the walls of the stone chamber lit up with a dark red light. This is also a kind of stone that can emit light.

This kind of stone is the main material of some magical weapons. It is extremely difficult to find. It is rare to find a complete piece. Using it for lighting is the ultimate in luxury.

In the center of the stone chamber is a small altar with a stone pillar at each corner. Each pillar is carved with a ferocious beast, which looks exactly the same as the stone pillars in the misty swamp, with the only difference being.

The stone pillar was much smaller, and the wild beast on it had no scarlet eyeballs embedded in its eyes, and its mouth was wide open.

Pasak opened his cloak, took out the scarlet stone, and put it into the mouth of one of the stone pillar beasts. In this way, four stone pillars were placed in sequence, and a dark atmosphere filled the entire stone chamber.

The dark red light faded a little, black liquid oozed from the walls, the illuminating stones were corroded and became dim, and the entire stone chamber fell into darkness. Only the stone pillars around the altar were shining with scarlet light.

An obscure, sharp, and inexplicably shuddering sound was heard.

The sound was like the cry of wandering ghosts in a mass grave.

"Jonar, long time no see!"

The voice called out a name that absolutely shouldn't be here.

If there were someone present, they would be petrified by surprise.

That’s right, the old man in front of him with a withered body and black cracks all over his body, or the one wrapped in Pasak’s skin, is none other than the previous first elder.

Jonal!

It is rumored that he has passed away long ago, but the truth seems not to be what people think.

"Oh, old man, you seem to be in a very bad state!"

The black viscous liquid formed a humanoid creature without facial features, which circled around Jonal.

"Is your apprentice's body not working well? How come it broke down so quickly?"

At this point, Jonal became angry and clenched his fists, making the cracks on his arms even bigger.

"It was all that damned Sivers' fault. He actually risked his life to plot against me and got me into trouble!"

Rowan failed to bring back this generation of the goddess, so he could only use this vicious old method to change his body and prolong his life.

Changing the body would inevitably lead to conflict with the soul of the original owner. It would take him a lot of time to destroy the consciousness of the original owner.

The reason why Pasak lost control of his emotions in the early days was because two souls were fighting inside his body for ownership of the body, but Jonal was much stronger than Pasak. The harder Pasak struggled, the faster he died.

"That's such a shame! Pathak's body is a rare genius shell!"

"Old rules, you get what you want, and I get what I want!"

The humanoid rubbed his palms together and moved closer to Pathak, his laughter particularly cunning.

"This time, you need to pay double the price!"

Pasak's face turned dark and he cursed the profiteer in his heart.

"Too much! If we make too much noise, we will all be in trouble!"

The humanoid clapped his hands and ran his fingers across his featureless face, creating an opening that resembled a mouth. He was smiling.

"Oh no, old man, it's you who has to suffer the consequences, it has nothing to do with me! I'm in the misty swamp, who can come in and make me suffer the consequences?"

The two began to bargain.