Scream-

The city of Ista is located east of the Jersey River. The abandoned Ista Clock Tower, which has been around for more than 300 years, was pushed open to the gate of the bell tower that was originally tightly closed.

Under the dim moonlight, you can see the person pushing away the Ista Clock Tower, which seems to be a hunchbacked old man wearing a dirty and worn flax cloak.

However, this hunchbacked old man is different from an ordinary hunchbacked old man because his right hand is wearing a pitch-black leather gloves when he is pushing the door.

dark.

The boundless darkness overflowed from the Ista's bell tower with the creaking sound of the door opening.

"What's up?"

A voice that was so indifferent that four Hus had no emotions came from the tower.

"Dear Shadow Leader, the guests in the living room have been arranged and they have begun to entertain their guests."

The hunchbacked old man who heard the silent voice asked, lowered his waist even lower and lowered, and then replied.

"Oh, I finally moved. Very good, this is very good."

The indifferent voice continued to remain indifferent. After he said this, there was no sound again. I don’t know whether what he said was good or not.

The hunchbacked old man who had completely hunched his waist did not say anything else. He just continued to bend down with great respect.

Silence, with endless cold air, caused the silence of the abandoned Ista Clock Tower to stop singing as if they were afraid of something, and the whole world fell into a dead silence.

"Cezanleu, go and continue to observe our guests. When necessary..."

I don’t know how long it took to be silent, but the indifferent voice finally spoke again, although he was only halfway through his words, and suddenly stopped.

The hunchbacked old man who was extremely calm and quietly waiting for the command of the shadow leader in the Dark Ista Century was undoubtedly the scavenger Cezanneau, the shadow leader called the scavenger.

Perhaps because of his accustomed to it, the scavenger Cezanliu continued to hunch over without saying a word, waiting for the cold voice to convey all the orders.

"...If necessary, you can help the guests, clean up the subtle areas they didn't notice in the living room, so that their plan for the interesting code name Focus Interview can be more flawless."

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, the shadow leader, who was invisible in the dark and cold Ista's bell tower, continued to fill in the half-speak orders in that cold voice.

"yes!"

Although Cezanliu, the scavenger who was arching, responded softly, he did not turn around and leave to execute the order immediately.

"What else?"

The shadow leader of the dark and cold Ista's big bell tower asked.

"Dear Shadow Leader, the tomb robber who had entered the ancient tomb of Semogan, seemed to...know my existence."

The scavenger Cezanliu bowed his body and said, "Sure enough, he still has something to say."

"Minsk-Yang." This time, the shadow leader answered quickly: "I still remember his appearance and name, and that time he was lucky."

"Yes. It's the shadow leader that Minsk-Yang respects!"

The scavenger Cezanneur confirmed the memory of the shadow leader.

"Did he see you? If he sees you, then clean him up. Before the mad old man solved the puzzle and got the key to enter the black nest of the conspiracy, we cannot risk being discovered by the Immortal Council again..."

Compared to the long silence before, the shadow leader said a lot this time.

"No, he didn't see me, he just felt my existence." It seemed that the shadow leader didn't understand enough. Cezanne Liu, the hunched scavenger, quickly continued to explain: "Minsk-Yang, who killed the guard of the Death Corpse Spirit, seemed to have awakened the spiritual consciousness that was originally hidden in his bloodline in the years after he returned outside."

"Is spiritual sense?" The shadow leader finally had a wave for the first time in his extremely cold voice: "I hate spiritual sense! You know the scavenger Cezanliu, I have always hated the guys who have spiritual sense! I hate them so much that I want to pull out their intestines, skew them up and throw them on the hell flames until they are burned and roast them until they are burned!"

"Do you want to kill Minsk-Yang?"

Cézanne Liu, the scavenger, asked, knowing why the shadow leader he served hated spiritual enlightenment.

Sixteen years ago, the dark dragon knight who was so keen that he seemed to be able to see through any disguise and cover-up, beheaded all the talents in his power overnight. More than 3,700 members were beheaded!

No one can escape the dark dragon knight's spiritual search.

No one could withstand the seemingly unskilled decapitation sword that the Dark Dragon Knight had swung after the guilty verdict on behalf of the Immortal Council.

If it weren't for the teleportation scroll with the end of the Simogan Tomb, Cezanneur, the scavenger, knew that he must have died, and would not have made a comeback with the shadow leader.

"No." The Shadow Leader's voice became cold and emotional again: "Since he did not find you, there is no need to kill him. Speaking of which, if he hadn't led the guard of the Death Corpse Spirit, we would not have entered that place... wouldn't it be."

"Yes, if Minsk-Yang hadn't led the Death Corpse Spirit Guard away, we might never have been able to enter that place."

Cezanne Liu, the hunched scavenger, agreed with the shadow leader's statement.

"So, that's it."

The shadow leader spoke again, and this sentence could obviously be heard as an order to expel guests.

And with the voice of the shadow leader, the darkness that overflowed from the abandoned cold darkness like overflowing water actually rolled back like a tide.

Scream-

The door pushed open by the scavenger Cezanliu also closed automatically.

The scavenger Cezanliu slowly raised his waist that was hunched to the extreme. He stood quietly outside the closed door for almost half a minute, and then slowly turned around.

Perhaps some sound alarmed the scavenger Cezanliu. He let the scavenger Cezanliu pass by his head, which was as messy as a chicken coop, and looked at the surface of the Jersey River, which was shining with shimmering waves under the moonlight.

The moonlight reflected the shimmering river surface and also reflected the eyes of the scavenger Cezanne Liu, who was shocked by the eyes. They were eyes that were as dark as black as the whites of the eyes.

But if you look closely, when you see the extremely dark eyes of the scavenger Cezanne, there is actually a small stream of green in irregular sportsman.

If the small green strand of green is placed under a magnifying glass that is more than twenty times more carefully, the observer will see clearly in horror - it is not a green at all, but a collection of countless small and extremely ferocious green heads! These collections of green heads with ferocious expressions are like sardines in the sea, swimming aimlessly in the black whites of the scavenger Cezanne's eyes!

He looked at the river with his face sideways for a while. The scavenger Cezanneur seemed to have locked in something hidden under the shimmering river, so the two extremely tiny green balls in his eyes suddenly flew out!

Just like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, the two dots quickly became entangled together and grew in the wind. However, in three or two breaths, they grew into a terrifying head composed of countless flesh-like and unbearable green heads that were even larger than adult men.

The terrifying head was wide open and the smelly corpse liquid dripped, and it was about to look at the spotlight of the scavenger Cezanliu!

The next moment, a colorful strange fish with a slender neck that was more than two meters long as a viper was dragged out of the water by a terrifying human head biting its neck under the water.

The snake-necked monster fish kept struggling. The colorful colors on its body shone alternately. When each color shines, it would attack magically with ice cones, wind blades and other magical attacks. It greeted the huge terrifying head that bit his neck.

However, when all the magic attacks hit the huge terrifying heads, the normal-sized rotten green heads that formed the huge terrifying monster heads rushed to open the mouths piled up by the rotten things. Then, they tore up and eat all the magic that was attacked like eating sugar beans!

Soon, the colorful monster fish with a fierce struggle stopped moving, and its body quickly changed from a bright and healthy side with its scales to an unbearable appearance after dying for many years...

"I'm old, I actually judged this Jersey snake-necked piranha as a snoop lurking in the water."

The scavenger Cezanne sighed, and then his long mouth made a sound that ordinary people could not hear.

The silent sound made by the scavenger Cezanliu seemed to be some unknown strange magic spell. When they heard these silent strange magic spells, the rotten green heads that formed huge terrifying heads, turned around and looked at the scavenger Cezanliu.

The scavenger Cezanliu continued to make the silent sound, so the rotten green heads that turned their heads dragged the rotten corpse of the Jersey snake-necked piranha that had been corroded as if it had been dead for dozens of days, and flew back towards the location where the scavenger Cezanliu was.

The rotten green human heads were split, while scrambling to devour the rotten corpses of the Jersey snake-necked piranha. The rotten corpses of the Jersey snake-necked piranha that had only been breathing for more than two meters were snatched away, and even half a star was left in the skeleton.

Then, the gathered green rotten heads split into two again, and they became smaller and eventually returned to the eyes of the scavenger Cezanleu.

"Russis, where are you?"

When he said this, the scavenger Cezanliu rubbed his eyes. The black gloves he had just worn on his right hand had disappeared. The hands that rubbed their eyes were cracked everywhere, and the black and dirty dirt accumulated in the cracked and long nails of the scavenger Cezanliu, making him rub his eyes clearly as if he was rubbing more dirt into his eyes.

"Wow, wow--"

Amid the slightly dull wobbly sound, a thin dog that was too dirty to know what drowned was, crawling out from the grass by the river.

The dirty and thin dog holding a frog in his mouth stumbled toward the scavenger Cezanleu with three legs. It raised its head and shook its tail at the scavenger Cezanleu.

"Haha, Russi, have you gone to find us for dinner?"

The scavenger Cezanne squatted down tremblingly, and then his cracked and sealed right hand touched the dirty and thin dog's hair, which was tangled into a ball.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

The dirty and skinny dog ​​put down the frog in his mouth, barked for two or three times, and then licked the palm of the scavenger Cezanneau with his tongue.

"Yes, this big frog is enough for us to make a big pot of delicious soup!"

The scavenger Cezanneur let the dirty skinny dog ​​lick his hands, and then he rubbed the dirty skinny dog's head hard again.

The dying frog seemed to finally realize his tragic fate of being put into the soup pot, so it took advantage of the opportunity of the scavenger Cezanleu and the dirty and thin dog to communicate intimately, and suddenly jumped high to try to escape.

Unfortunately, the big frog jumped high less than a foot away and was once again bitten by the dirty and thin dog that suddenly appeared in front of it.

"What a great job! Ah. You are such a great guy, really awesome!"

The scavenger Cezanneur kept praising the dirty and thin dog that had caught the frog again, and then he slowly stood up and staggered towards the central city of Ista, which had little light.

Russes, the dirty and thin dog who had bitten tightly, followed the scavenger Cezanneau with his only three legs, and he quickly followed the scavenger Cezanneau with his only three legs.

After walking out for about ten steps, the scavenger Cezanneur picked up a large pocket from the ground that was clearly sewn with many rags. He waved his forcefully and carried the big and broken pocket on his back.

When the pocket touched the back of the scavenger Cezanleu, a harsh metal collided with each other.

"Wang Uh..."

Russes, a dirty and thin dog with three legs, screamed again with a big frog in his mouth.

"Haha. Don't worry, don't worry about Rukas. The rags inside can't hurt me, because I'm Cezanneur the scavenger."

The voice of the scavenger Cezanleu, who seemed very happy, spread in the wind.

"Wang, wool, wool--"
To be continued...