deceased

Leaving the female necromancer's booth quickly, Hayden walked into another circle of people who couldn't even see the stall owner.

The order of the necromancers was good, and they all lined up silently, so quiet that they didn't seem to be trading, but mourning.

Hayden waited in line for a while but still saw nothing, so he decided to save some time and go to look elsewhere first.

The team suddenly moved, like a dormant snake waking up from hibernation, and slowly stretched out.The people in the two innermost circles left one after another, and he finally saw a dark green tent in the middle of the circle.A man of medium build pulled a box out of the tent, and then opened it, "This is the second batch of goods, please see what you want to exchange." He said, showing the goods one by one.

They were all big and small brushes and strange bottles. Hayden took a second look and was about to leave, but Mundella held his hand.

"You want?" Hayden looked at him suspiciously.

Mundra pointed to a green-haired brush in the man's hand, and said excitedly, "Yes!" Although it was not the one that was thrown away before, the handle of the brush was the same, and it should feel the same to the touch!

Hayden saw someone take out all kinds of bones, silently put the gold coins back, and asked, "Do you still have the bones you picked up?"

Mundra groped in the space bag and took out a skull.

Hayden: "..."

Mundra struggled to hand the skull to the man.

The man glanced at him and said, "What do you want to change?"

"Brush!" Mundra looked greedily at the brush he was holding.

The man shook his head and said, "That's not acceptable. Your skull can be exchanged at most..." He picked a small bottle the size of a thumbcap from the box, "This one."

"Brush!" Mundra said without blinking.

The man sneered, and turned to greet other people's business.

Hayden was anxious to find his father, so he took out a bag of gold coins and shook it in front of him, "Can I use this?"

The man was stunned when he heard the tinkling voice, "What is it?"

Hayden opened the bag wordlessly, revealing the gold coins inside.

The man suddenly turned around and shouted towards the tent, "Dorothy, can I give you a jewelry if you look at this?"

Dorothy?

This familiar name lifted Hayden's spirits, and he fixed his eyes on the tent.

After searching the tent for a while, a veiled woman emerged.Her walking posture is very stiff, and she squints her eyes like an old man when she looks at things, as if she is getting old.

Hayden tentatively said, "What kind of jewelry do you want? I still have gemstones here, maybe you will like them."

Dorothy said expressionlessly, "Outlander?"

Hayden said: "A friend of mine asked me to find his wife. By coincidence, his wife's name is also Dorothy."

The man immediately stared at him warily as if his tail had been stepped on, and said, "I don't do your business, you go!"

Dorothy's eyes finally brightened, "Are you Duncan's friend?"

The man grabbed Dorothy's arm angrily, "Are you still thinking about that despicable person? Dorothy! Have you forgotten what you said? You said you would never think about him again."

Dorothy shrank back in fear.

Hayden took a step forward, gently squeezed the man's elbow with his fingers, and separated the distance between the two of them the moment he let go, "I have something to say to you alone."

The man threatened sinisterly: "Do you still remember what you promised me? Without me, you would not be able to survive in Xigemo alone. You have to think carefully about it."

Hayden said, "I want to buy those two people."

The entanglement in Dorothy's eyes turned into surprise, "Did he tell you?"

"Yes. I can afford any price." Hayden took a deep breath and said, "Please tell me their whereabouts."

Dorothy said, "What's your relationship with them?"

Hayden said: "Those two people owe my mother a huge debt, and I have to get it back from them myself."

Dorothy lowered her head and pondered, "Did Duncan say anything?"

Hayden said, "He asked me to visit you."

boom.

The man kicked the box hard, turned his head and went into the tent.

Seeing this, the other necromancer guests dispersed wisely.

Dorothy's lips trembled, as if she wanted to ask a thousand words, but she didn't dare to ask, for fear that she would not get the answer she wanted to hear.After struggling for a long time, she asked, "Will he come back?"

Hayden said, "Maybe."

Dorothy lowered her eyelids, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes, which turned out to be light gray.

"Your eyes?" Hayden frowned.

"It's nothing." Dorothy wiped away her tears with her hands, "don't tell him."

Hayden didn't want to ask about her personal affairs, he only really cared about one thing, "What about those two people?"

Dorothy said, "I'm afraid your mother will be disappointed."

Hayden's heart sank suddenly.

"One of them survived for the time being." Dorothy paused, "But he hasn't eaten or drank for five days, and I don't think he will be able to support him soon."

"Where are they?" Hayden tried his best to control his voice so as not to reveal his mood with trembling tone.

"Come with me." Dorothy turned and walked towards the door.

Hayden pulled up Mundra and chased after him.

Mundella looked back at the lonely tent in disappointment, hoping that the man could catch up with the brush.

but.

Coming out of the exchange, Dans City is bathed in the evening glow, the brass-colored city sits sleepily in a piece of yellow sand like an old man, quiet and silent.

Dorothy led them into the gap between the two houses.Hayden's arms inevitably rubbed against the houses on both sides of the narrow corridor.He subconsciously wanted to turn around and ask about Mundra's situation, but then he remembered that he was not a lady who needed someone to take care of him, but a boy who would grow into a man, and immediately swallowed the words in his throat.

The aisle gradually widened, and there were houses on both sides that were several square meters in size.The door was about as high as Hayden.

Dorothy picked one of them and pushed the door open.

Hayden was almost fainted by the stench, which was worse than the stench of corpses.He covered his nose with one hand, and gently squeezed Mundra's nose with the other before he came to his senses.

Mundra glanced at him in confusion, pulled his hand away and said, "What's wrong?"

Hayden asked in surprise, "Don't you think it smells bad?"

Mundella sniffed twice, "It's okay." In fact, this smell is quite kind to Mundella.I still remember that when the teacher left the corpse for a long time, it would emit this smell. Every time the teacher would ask him to wipe the corpse again with water to remove the smell and maintain it.

Hayden felt his scalp go numb.Father always liked to be clean.Is he really in there?Could it be... just a coincidence?Maybe that guy just looks a bit like him...

bang.

There was a crashing sound in the dark room.

Hayden bit the bullet and rushed in.

Dorothy stood in the middle of the room.There was a lump of something crouching in front of her toes, the light was too dark to see clearly, but the thin rustling sound from the ground, it was certain that this thing would move.

"Re-give...to me." A suppressed growl came from the ground.

Dorothy said, "He's dead."

"Return, give, me." The same three words, but the voice became louder.

Hayden squatted down, trying to recognize the other person's face.A fire was lit next to it, and Mundra found a candlestick from nowhere, and was holding it with both hands, squatting beside him to illuminate him.

With the light of the fire, Hayden finally saw the man's face clearly.

A face that is difficult to associate with memory.

The person in my memory was full of vigor and carefulness, even when breaking up other people's families and taking away other people's husbands, he looked confident and confident.But now he has a stubble beard, dull eyes, deeply sunken cheeks and eye sockets, the only thing that hasn't changed is probably the still straight nose.

His hand suddenly grabbed Dorothy's shoe, "Give him back to me."

Hayden woke up suddenly.

If he is still alive, then the one who is not there is...

He grabbed Dorothy's arm, restrained the strength of his palm with the last bit of rationality, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is the other man?"

Dorothy said: "I was thrown in the corpse dump and should be disposed of."