Chapter 163 Funeral

On the dirty street of the hunting town, a figure wrapped in a cloak, tall and thin, but slender and straight, slowly moving forward.

On the bluestone ground of the street, the figure gently clicked on its toes, which was rhythmic, and the sound was clear and touching, like a slow-paced tap dance.

All the noise around is nothing to do with shadows. On both sides of the street, angry shouting, beating and scolding, and screaming seem to be extremely far away. With the inventory of the figure's toes, it slowly moves away from the world, drifts to the sky, flying all the time, flying far and far away.

Pedestrians are like shuttles, all kinds of vehicles come and go, and the streets are crowded and messy, but these do not seem to have any impact on the shadows. Every pedestrian is afraid. No matter how busy they are, they have to stop and wait for the shadows to pass, or rush forward to help the figures clear the obstacles on the road in front of them. Garbage, wine bottles, corpses, blood, and so on were all swept aside. The ground where people walked through was empty, like a clear stream, diluting all the filth.

In front of the shadow, not far away, there is a three-story slave shop with luxurious buildings, which are few in the whole hunting ground town. The two monster sculptures with huge mouths larger than the body in front of the door are unique in the hunting ground town. Each of these two monsters has a resounding name, the name on the left. It's called Ishikawa, and the one on the right is called Qi Kui.

Dare to use these four words as signs on monsters. There is no doubt that this store belongs to the Strange Stone Alliance, and they are the overlords here.

The target of the shadow is here, which is a place where sad and miserable howls are coming from time to time.

After a crisp tap dance, the figure stopped at the door of the store, raised its head, and two dark lights flashed.

"Rumble..."

The door of the store is open to both sides, and two rows of guards are drilled out from it, surrounding the figure in the center.

"Dat, you are another guy who likes to bury others. I'm going to bury you today."

As soon as the guard stood firm, there was a burst of angry scolding from the gate. Then, the footsteps sounded, and the scolding owner appeared in front of the figure. This guy was short and fat, like a dwarf. He was wearing a luxurious white robe, and the edge of the robe was also inlaid with small pieces of golden flowers. Judging from that luster, this kind of golden flower was indeed It is made of gold.

The dwarf stepped out of the gate and stretched out a fat hand like a round pig's hoof. He tried to be unrestrained. He waved hard and roared, "Come on, give me all up. Kill this guy, and I will reward him 100 million."

The fat hand waved, and the dwarf was embarrassed to find that the little brothers around him did not move. They just held the steel knife in their hands tightly, suppressed their urine, and restrained their impulse to run back.

"Damn, waste, a bunch of waste"

The dwarf scolded angrily, stepped forward, tho-dong, several times after another, and the guard was kicked to the ground by him.

The guard lying on the ground was finally relieved and no longer wanted to get up. In fact, they were happy to be kicked by the dwarfs, so that they could pretend to be dead on the ground. Not only did they not have to face the figure, but they could also slightly flatter, praise the dwarf's 'strength' amazing, and they could kick themselves to stand up at once.

The figure smiled, ignored the farce between the dwarf and the guard, raised his legs again and walked to the gate.

"Hear"

The dwarf roared, picked up a steel knife that the guard fell to the ground, and pressed it in front of the figure, trying to block his way.

"Ha ha, boss Jinhua, I smell the smell of death. They should rest in peace. Please let me play a song for them."

The figure bowed and saluted the dwarf Jinhua, but Jinhua did not intend to get out of the way. She scolded angrily, "Get out of here, get out of here. This is a store and a place to do business. Is it a good thing? I don't need you to play the funeral song."

"But they are dead, you should do something good"

The figure is a salute. It seems that he is not going to give up.

"Bullshit, I'm a slave shop here. How can I not kill people? Besides, why don't you go to other stores and come to trouble me? Let me tell you, the alliance has sent people. You're dead. If you want to live, you'd better get out of here and hide, otherwise when the alliance army arrives, I'll be the first. Let them kill you"

Jin Hua shouted harshly and threatened, but his thick and short legs were constantly trembling, and the steel knife in his hand was about to be unstable. The reason why he was so afraid was that he found that the figure in front of him, the black and bright eyes were getting brighter and brighter, like the abyss, as if it could ingest the human soul.

"So, how much offending"

After the figure bowed and saluted, he stretched out a finger and gently touched the surface of the steel knife.

"wave..."

A tangible fluctuation drew out all around. The slender, white and tender finger, as if dotted on the water, opened the ripples and spread away.

"Dingdang..."

The golden flower was shocked, and the wooden knife handle fell to the ground. The knife body had long disappeared. Only countless iron debris could be seen. With the ripples, it slowly became smaller and smaller. Then it was blown by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Plop

Jinhua sat on the ground. Even if he had experienced it several times, even if he knew that the figure in front of him would not hurt him, he still couldn't hide his fear. Every time he pretended to be tough, but in the end he would be ruthlessly torn apart.

People who may not believe this scene will not believe that Jinhua is an executioner. Every day, he kills and deals with those disobedient slaves by abuse. Just like this time, the figure came with the death of the slave, and the dead slave was killed by Jinhua's own hands, even on his black boots. It was also stained with the slave's hot blood.

The figure walked into the store, and there were rows of crosses full of slaves.

These slaves were covered with blood stains. Next to them, there were steel whips, long knives, ropes, and pieces of freshly cut meat.

The scene is extremely bloody, and these slaves have long been numb, but when they hear the footsteps of people, they show their wings one by one. This brilliance is not to be rescued, but to listen to the beautiful voice and listen to the mourning song they will get after their death in advance.

When the figure came, the numb slave suddenly became energetic, raised his head, looked at him, and watched him walk to a cross.

On this cross, the slave has already died, and the blood has not cooled down, and the white smoke is constantly rising.

The figure stopped in front of the slave, and a white and tender palm stretched out of the cloak, delicate skin, as bright and moist as lily petals.

The clean and white palms of his hands pressed against the slave's dirty face. After brushing them, they were stained with blood red.

The figure didn't care about the mess. He helped the slave close his eyes and lowered his head and said softly:

"Rest in peace, remember this mourning song with your soul."