A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

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Niwu covers several blocks, and it is only separated by a river from the Silver Vein, which is comparable to heaven and earth. It is located in the south of Gulingdu and is a traditional "lower" urban area.

In the early years, it had a more official official name, but a hundred years before the law and order in Gulingdu completely withered, there was a mountain of corpses piled up here, and the melted corpse mud was said to infect the Heijiang River for a whole week, even if the political situation in Gulingdu Re-stabilizing, the newly built high-rise buildings were also abandoned in intermittent mysterious accidents. After the relocation of the capital government, the former central area gradually became a nest where the bottom people lived.

Fortunately, the metropolitan government has been eliminating the mysterious traces of catastrophe for decades. When it comes to the environment, Muddock is still more livable than Hurricane Island, which has frequent storms and strong radiation.

"Crack, crack."

A square-looking middle-aged man sat on a park bench overgrown with weeds. He had shaved hair and was wearing a gray-blue police uniform in the style of a windbreaker. The overlapping star emblems on his shoulders were shining brightly.He sat upright, flicking the silver lighter in his hand boredly, and without a flick, a street lamp lit or extinguished on the side of the street.

"Hi, Marco." A tall, thin man came up to say hello.

With a sound of "cha", the middle-aged man retracted the lighter, and all the street lights were extinguished, and the shadows shrouded them in darkness: "Is there any clue for Zanli sect?"

"My informants have tracked down one of the cult's strongholds in the sewers."

"Informant," the middle-aged man asked, "The Gondole family?"

The thin man nodded: "They have lived in the sewers in the lower city for more than 100 years, but any new changes can be found abnormal."

"I hate ghouls," the middle-aged man stood up and nodded, "tell Narcissa to gather everyone and don't let any cultist go."

"You have the final say," the skinny man shrugged, "but is it really necessary? You can't always clean up the trash in the sewer."

"The police department can allow those ghouls to purify the carrion below, and it can also allow necromancers to bring unclean things to study. It doesn't matter that organ smugglers are rampant. Even you vampires have become part of the ecology of Gulingdu "," the middle-aged man said heavily, "but at this point in time, the police department, no, all the big shots in Gu Ling Ting will never allow anyone to sacrifice to an evil god who popped out of some latrine, especially the first part. The cult sacrifice scene happened near the sea, the two are likely to be related..." He glanced at the thin man and said coldly, "You don't want unknown eyeballs and poisonous bacteria to grow in the blood bag you bought someday, do you? "

Some time ago, the ship robbery in the offshore area turned into a weird evil festival, and it would all become a mess.Because of the internal strife in the Explorers' Guild, the Pioneering Party, which represents the interests of the lord, was accused of colluding with a cult. No one dared to accept this hat, which is a great threat to the election. If the police department can confirm that the Praise Sect is related to the shipjacking case, it will not only clear up the criticism of the Pioneering Party, but also take advantage of the situation to increase its prestige and win the election. A loyal dog.

"Hey, you remind me of drinking parasite eggs from the blood bag the day before yesterday!" The skinny man walked in front and said without looking back, "I will tell them to gather in the sewer alley behind the Manlin department store. Animals that pollute the sewers... can't let go of any of them!"

Muddock sewer.

Thanks to the prosperity of the surface, the underground has also bred a prosperity comparable to that of millions of people, but in addition to the main drainage channels, more areas come from the spontaneous expansion of those who hide dirt.

Dean is one of the filthy gangsters. He is a well-known gang leader in Niwu, and he controls more than [-] gunmen who dare to fight and kill. His main business is not collecting protection fees, but It is to introduce jobs to the unemployed laborers and homeless people in Gulingdu. The employers are usually necromancers who study experiments, ghouls who open canning factories, and blood descendants who run hospitals.

But in a place like Ancient Lingdu, even a transcendent who has transplanted spiritual veins can only live a precarious life. If he wants to survive in such a ghostly place, besides uniting and uniting again, he must search for all available connections , find a backer as much as possible.

To be honest, Dean didn't know what the Zanli sect was. He only heard that Mudwood has already been used by several gang bosses.He tried his best to find out the name "Praise Sect", and finally became a believer of the god "Common Life" under the leadership of a core believer. After several months of piety inspection, Dean was qualified to lead Enter this area on a pilgrimage with your henchmen.

Dean was in the sewer transfer business himself, and knew what kind of dirty place it was, but when he walked through the passage that spanned the large sewer well, he suddenly found that there seemed to be no filth in the vicinity.

The walls of the old wells are covered with greasy moss, and the moss is covered with clumps of pale fungi. Rows of termites climb up and down the walls of the wells, which are smoother than grease, forming criss-cross moving lines, one by one Clusters, covering the strip-shaped vast plain of the sewer well.Dean, who was deeply disturbed by the weird picture, lowered his head and found that the cockroaches and mice at his feet were also crawling along the edge in an orderly manner. Every paw and every foot crawled out of a solemn sense of ritual, just like a pilgrimage.

"Mr. West..." Dean looked anxiously at the white-robed man who was leading the way. He was spotless, but the white clothes were stuck on like skin.

The white-robed man did not respond, but continued to move forward. After a while, everyone came to a wide inner cave. This place was obviously not an original part of the sewer, but was excavated the day after tomorrow. , Countless insects and tentacles come in and out of it.

Dozens of men in white robes surrounded the city in a large circle. Termites crawled into the pattern of staggered runes, and grotesque insects blended in and out of those robes. Dean glanced at them and found that there were dozens of people under their hoods. There is no real face, only a gap where the crescent moon originally belonged to the position of the ears, grinning grinningly, and chanting in his mouth: "King of the common people, ruler of all spirits, please use disasters to baptize our new life, new life, new life, new life, new life... ..."

The stuck retelling made Dean numb with horror. He finally controlled himself not to scream, and turned his head in a panic and said, "Mr. West, let me go, I won't come, I don't want to come, I will Do things for the Praise Sect, just don't leave me here..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was already pulled to the maximum in panic.

West's facial features are distorting and melting on his face, and the whirlpool-like crevice said: "Recite the name and taboo of the common people, and be reborn with us, Dean—"

"No, no, no!"

Dean and his confidants screamed. They were about to flee, but they found that the numb parts were not only emotionally aroused perceptions, but white dots like glutinous rice squeezed out of the pores and gathered to occupy them. Original skin.

Dean scratched in horror, a small spot of blood oozed out, but the pain belonged to him. Those creatures wriggling out of his body were already part of his body!

"The common people are sincerely convinced!"

People in white robes worshiped amidst the sound of chanting, and Dean felt that a great bell was knocking on his soul, trying to knock out his belief and prayers for several months.In a trance, he didn't seem to feel how painful it was, and suddenly felt wonderful and happy emotions.

That is the joy of rebirth.

"The common people are sincerely convinced!"

After another bow, Dean's knees were pressed against the soft insect blanket, and the dense wriggling sound was as warm as the geothermal mist in his hometown.

"The common people are sincerely convinced!"

During the worship, a three-meter-tall man in white robes with a bronze crown in the shape of scattered branches rose gradually from the center of the circle.

His face was empty, save for a narrow, lipless, saw-toothed grin reaching to the ears.

"The common people are sincerely convinced!"

Thanks again, however, there is still one person standing there, that is the confidant brought by Dean.

Even though he was eroded by small white spots, he remained unmoved.

"Disciple of Rotten Evil," Cang Sheng said with a smile in his indifferent voice, "it's really a rare visitor."

Little by little white tides tore at the body of the standing person and turned up the waves suddenly. However, at this moment, the other person's skin suddenly cracked, and bright red color surged out. As a flower of flesh and blood, the four-petaled mouth of the flower core made a soft trembling sound: "Since you are a rare visitor, shouldn't you be more friendly?"

"If you come here in person," Cang Sheng hissed and sneered, "I will give you the highest courtesy of the Disaster Omen Map."

"If it's real," the flower of flesh and blood trembled, "I'm afraid I will become a puppet within three minutes."

"The corrupt disciple is afraid of becoming a puppet...you are very good at telling jokes."

After all, looking at Cangsheng's blank face, the flower of flesh and blood quickly withered and withered at this moment. At the same time, his face gradually distorted and turned into a bright red face that also had no specific form.

"The secret art of flesh and blood," Cang Sheng laughed, "I have given up on it for at least 200 years."

"How many 200 years do you have left?" said the withered flower of flesh and blood, "I have come here to confirm at least one thing - your ambition is indeed very big, so big that it can also be reduced to the verge of getting out of control."

"Hehehehehehehe." Cang Sheng sneered harshly and hastily.

He looked perfectly normal, far from out of control.

The flower of flesh and blood stopped withering, Cang Sheng looked at him: "Do you think you are really safe now?"

"I'm here to trade with sincerity, why should I care about some risks?"

"I will trade with the disciple of the corrupt evil?"

"Under Kalopsi, the lord has the Holy Infant," Flower of Flesh did not answer directly, but said bluntly, "Since your Excellency is really on the verge of losing control, then you need clues to the disaster omen map in the Tianshu, or control a A spectacle that can balance divinity—such as [Star Crossing Bridge]—our interests do not conflict because of this.”

His lord is obviously a respectful title for corruption, not the warden of the Star Church.

"You have a gift for investigation."

"The Revolutionary will not let only one party know this clue. Furthermore, the Lord came from the Void Gate. The Corrupted Monastery should know more than the split Calamity Chart. Corruption is everywhere, and Your Excellency can only hide in the lower realm. "

"Working under the eyes of the Star Church... I can tell the Star Luo Temple at any time. With her supervisory authority over the Floating Star Sea, once you are discovered, it is impossible to escape."

"Has your Excellency fallen so low that you want to compare me with who is better at running away?" Kalopsi's voice was soft but unusually calm, in stark contrast to Cangsheng's coldness and aggressiveness, "Then I am not as good as your Excellency. The Church of the Stars Even if you can imprison Your Excellency, before you are [-]% sure that you will be killed in one blow, you will still consider thousands of mortals who choose to let go."

The wet, white ground is flowing, and the space is becoming infinitely vast.The common people looked down at the ugly flower, his figure grew taller and taller, like a sloping mountain, with stalactite-like fat drops hanging down from the mountain, and one after another twisted white robes and crowns were bred from the fat drops, or birds or Beasts, insects or fish, strange things are squeezed together, and finally it is difficult to distinguish what it is, just like the empty face, leaving only a pale background.

This majestic mountain did not bring any oppression to Kalopshi.

Cangsheng asked: "There is a shadow of a corrupt monastery behind Piedforia, what do you want?"

"Your Excellency, the important thing is not what I want," Hua said with a smile, "but what I can give you."

"I've met a lot of people who speak big words, but most of them," the countless heads in white robes and crowns grinned exaggeratedly, "in the end, they can only be used as fertilizer for breeding newborns."

"At the very least, if you expose that I can make the Pioneering Party lose this election, your Excellency will also miss the miracle," Kalopsi said indifferently, "or you also have bargaining chips in the Reform Party and the Socialist Party?"

"..."

Seeing the silence of the common people, Kalopush continued: "Don't worry, Your Excellency, let me be frank and honest, we are preparing for the upcoming war. Although the corrupt monastery is famous all over the world, this time we have not thought of bringing something to Gulingting. The grace of going to the abyss will not interfere with your contract with the spectacle, so you can let go of your doubts about me."

After hearing so much, common people still don't know Kalopshi's purpose, but the other party has a considerable understanding of himself.

Even if Kalopshi is an ant, it can secrete toxins, which makes him slightly afraid.

What's more, the spectacle of the contract hadn't even been mentioned yet, yet Karopusi tried to use this trick to confuse him.

Cang Sheng asked: "Why don't you tell me, what do you want to trade from me?"

"Don't be impatient, I will let you know when the new president enters the Tianshu. However, our strength in the Sea of ​​Floating Stars is not much higher than that of ants, so if you are interested, there is indeed something I would like to ask for your help."

Cangsheng's grinning gap blows out bursts of sinister laughter: "Speak."

"As your Excellency said, we managed to get on the Piedforia family's line to start cooperation, but recently an old rival has made a comeback..."

A petal of the flower of flesh and blood stretches itself, gradually weaving a lively, graceful and elegant female goblin.

"If she's the new bishop who replaces Chifa, I'm really not sure I can oust her," Kalopsi said.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh."

The common people did not expect that the notorious corrupt monastery would invite him to do the assassination.

He asked: "The war you are talking about is the war with the Grace Church, or the commandment center?"

Kalopush said ambiguously: "We are enemies all over the world. It doesn't matter who is the enemy. All living beings will eventually fall into the abyss."

Until now, the flower of flesh and blood revealed a trace of corrupt and erosive evil power, and even the white creatures controlled by the common people gradually emitted wisps of purple-black smoke.

"It's not important that you said so much, but there is one most important thing you didn't talk about."

A slender arm protruded from Cangsheng's white robe, each finger was as narrow and sharp as a claw, and he pointed to the flower core.

"Appreciate further details."

"You are not important to me."

After all, clusters of pale flesh and blood surged up, the common people's nails hooked the flower core and tore it downward, a door gap spanning the space distance suddenly opened, the flower withered instantly, and all the vitality became the force to maintain the expansion of the door gap. nutrient.

Opposite the door, a dancer in a frivolous gauze skirt and gorgeous makeup is talking to the mirror. She has a beautiful appearance, but what is reflected in the mirror is blurred flesh and blood. Her paleness gushed out from the crack, and countless sharp tentacles pierced through her limbs, and they were instantly nailed to the hanging picture of the steeple church above the bed.

A series of twisted and connected white robes and crowns crawled out, and the room was instantly filled with paleness. From the stone bricks covered with wallpaper to the gorgeous bas-relief ceiling, they became empty faces.

"As long as you are still in contact with the flesh and blood puppets, their vitality will be the key to point me to you," the common people in the mirror crawled towards the dancer, the cracks on his face widened, and the jagged teeth were compounded one by one. The white folds of the mouth flow human and non-human faces, as if all beings are praying devoutly, "Since you have a full understanding of my state, you should know that all beings are controlled by me."

The dancer smiled charmingly: "Do you want to annex a corrupt apprentice? You reshape the symbol into 'common people', but you cannot escape the end of being assimilated by the will of the common people." Her nailed hands were torn apart, Surrounding the common people, "Devour me, all living beings are under the Lord's Fallen Realm."

"Corrupted beings are also sentient beings, and the rotten evil that succumbs to the Fallen Realm is not qualified to corrupt me—"

Cangsheng's hissing laughter turned into a dull grunt, and the whole room suddenly tightened as he chewed, and the blood burst out without a trace of color.

Evening Star Island, the graveyard that no one cares about, the shrill screams are being squeezed into waves of sound by the instinctive reaction.

"Uhhhhhhh-"

The man in the scarlet blood robe has horrible white gills gushing out from the seven orifices to the cracked texture of the skin. Every tuft of hair is thriving with sarcoma waiting to germinate. Chai pressed his skinny palms on his shoulders, the invisible power seemed to communicate with all things, transferring those pale things to his hands.

Chalchak waved away the curse brought by the bond of flesh and blood, and stared at the man in the red robe with deep and cloudy old eyes: "It's him?"

The man in the blood robe was panting hard on the ground, and with each breath, a white, rice-grain-sized spider could be squeezed out from the lung lobes.But he was still smiling: "Your Excellency, have you seen it very clearly?"

Chalchak was solemn and solidified in the wind. He was as old as if he had already entered a coffin. At this moment, he looked more like a mummy that had decayed for thousands of years. He sat down by the stone tablet and looked at the end of the starry night.

"Give me some time, and I will send out Aziika's last blood." His cloudy pupils sharpened sharply, "but I will eventually return to the soil of the ancestors, not the sinking realm."

"Corrupting the world is a long process," the blood-robed man said with a smile, "what's the harm in leaving a piece of mortal soil temporarily? What's more, the general election will last for ten months. We have enough time, what do you think?"

Chalchak didn't respond, he just sat there, ignoring the dirty blood all over the floor.

"I will visit again."

The man in the blood robe bowed deeply and left with a smile.After a long time, Chalchak murmured sadly in the dead of night: "Ancestor, please forgive me..."

535. Dawn and Fire

Weiman's house in Gulingdu is about two or three times larger than Cloris's residence in the Watching Lake. The affluent area enters the main road of the bustling urban area.

Compared with Yingge Yanwu in Sally Manor, the maids who take care of this place are respectful and docile, rigid like a clockwork machine, even the arc of the smile is standard to the extreme.

"Welcome back, ma'am."

An unsmiling goblin dressed as a housekeeper came over, with her hands crossed in front of her body, a beautiful watch on her wrist, a notepad and a pen: "Are you a new guest, I think I should notify the servants to prepare Dinner."

"No need, clean up the screening room," Weiman said condescendingly, not bothering to look at her butler and servants, "and prepare another guest room that no one has ever used, where the lady lives. My friend will stay here."

Wolsey's pointed ears are slender and flowing, with velvet flowers on the ends, like a pair of beautiful bird feathers or silver fish tails, while the housekeeper in front of her is much less, with round, flat, orange and red ears, with gold silk edges The round-frame glasses are not worn on top, but the frame is made into a circular arc and hooped on the side of the head.

It was the first time for the butler to hear such a qualifier from Weiman, and he didn't remember the hostess had such an excessive cleanliness. Could it be the request of this new guest?

Hmph, how hypocritical!

A look of confusion flashed in her eyes, wondering: "Ma'am, this house has a history of more than 100 years, it is difficult to find a room that no one has lived in... I need to order the servant to clean up the room that Miss Kiora lives in." Is it clean, definitely as good as new!"

"Oh, are you saying that you don't have the slightest plan for this situation? You can't do such a small thing well, Pasha, do you want to be fired!" Weiman stared sternly, "and completely refurbished How much time will it take for the room, what did you do earlier, when you finish it, it will be dawn!"

Upon hearing the dismissal, the butler was terrified.The hostess in front of me is indeed difficult to serve, but the salary offered by the other party is double the average salary of her peers. Every time she holds a extravagant party with friends, she never considers the budget, let alone asks about the account books. Send a telegram.Compared with serving those shrewd businessmen or wives, Ms. Lisaraben's arrogance and meanness are not much shortcomings at all!

The butler is well versed in the routine of serving Ms. Lisaraben. No matter what Miss Lisaraben says or scolds, she must honestly admit and accept it. In this way, Red Rose will only lose her temper a little bit and verbally lower her salary. , If you raise the bar, you have to pack up and leave in less than 5 minutes.