latent syndrome.

Chapter 461. 460. Big Harvest

"The three of you have really worked hard."

"How's the harvest?"

The leader of the thugs had a smiling face, an extremely correct attitude, and an extremely gentle tone. He regarded Anonymous as a member of the killing group. Everyone here is well-informed, nothing unusual.

Da Zhen didn't dare to wink or open a private chat. He was afraid of being discovered by Anonymous, and only hoped that it could be resolved peacefully. If he was targeted by the forces who contracted the cemetery, when he chased Anonymous, he would definitely chase him.

Electric power is also a test.

"Oh, thank you for your concern."

"Okay."

The nameless man hissed his cigarette, saw the thug holding a bottle of wine, took it unceremoniously, bit it open with his teeth, and took a few big gulps.

It seems that the shocking and fashionable dressing style makes Anonymous feel a bit cool, and also detains some conscious souls, leaving only the head hanging on his waist as a pendant.

It seems that the soul addiction has come.

Anonymous crushed a conscious soul into powder, poured it on the back of his hand, and inhaled fiercely with his nose.

He took a deep breath.

"Ugh!"

Anonymous shook his head intoxicated, let out exaggerated cheers, and pinched his nose, seemingly enjoying it.

The few thugs who came to share were dumbfounded. Only extremely crazy people would directly take the soul of consciousness. Joy or despair experienced.

This made the thugs look a bit more serious, serious people would not come here to search for corpses, most of them are low-level thugs, many of them are also fugitives, but such addicts are still relatively rare, they belong to terrorists, and the general There is a difference in the garbage.

"It's really massive."

The boss laughed along with him, and continued to add: "Just like what we... said before?"

He alludes to Doe's share of the spoils.

The electric power beat his heart, and quickly opened the private chat mode, explaining the situation to Anonymous, these are the cemetery owners, acquiescing to the corpse hunters to kill and steal, but the stolen goods will be [-] to [-] cents.

Just when the big shock is praying for a peaceful resolution.

Wumingshi patted his head and suddenly realized.

"I understand."

"You fucking want to blackmail me."

These people are all strong in their early twenties, so they are qualified to manage such a big cake in the cemetery. The range of [-] to [-] is high-level thugs. As for people above [-], they no longer bother with these battles They often take comfortable and lucrative positions in big cities.

Those who are infinitely close to the three are called masters, and they are masters wherever they go.

Before waiting for a few thugs to react.

Anonymous put his hands on the thug leader's head.

click!
It was unscrewed directly, without any skills, just pressing down with both hands and injecting it with brute force, bang, it exploded instantly.

The top thugs in the cemetery were directly killed by Anonymous, and fell into the cycle of eternal torment.

The rest of the people saw that the situation was not good, this person was unbelievably fierce, what kind of corpses are you looking for at this level, so they ran away quickly.

I saw Wuming waved his hand, and pure spiritual energy wrapped several people, and then under the huge force, they all exploded into soul powder and were pulled into the palm of Wuming.

"Old rules, you two, go and search for their inheritance."

Immediately afterwards, Anonymous put his nose on the palm of his hand, and took a strong inhalation.

"Boom!"

"Mrs. Mrs. Zheng!"

"call……"

Wuming took a long breath, his fingers trembling, as if he was so happy that he flew up.

After being shocked for a while, the two were afraid, and hurried to explore the relics of a few thugs.

Soon after tidying up.

Anonymous nodded the money.

Good guy, these people are so rich, they have worked hard for several days, and they don't even get a fraction of it. He roughly counted it, and it was probably in the early 200 million.

It was a small group of these thugs who harvested the money of the reapers and accumulated such wealth.

Big Shock and Electric Power are jealous. With so much money, even in Falan City, they can buy a big house in a prime location, which is already an explosion.

But the two of them didn't dare to ask for it, Wuming was moody, a convulsion might kill someone.

"Look at the child's hunger..."

Anonymous dumped [-] yuan by himself, and now the money is almost enough. His expression gradually turned grim, and he had an extremely strong desire and obsession. For some reason, even the soul sucker couldn't share the pressure of unknown origin. , There is some extremely terrifying nightmare haunting me, if I don't do it, a kind of coldness that pierces the soul will go through the whole body, no kind of suffering can compare to that harsh winter.

He knew he had to do something, but he didn't know where to start. There might only be one way, and that was to find his own essence.

"father!"

"You are my dear father!"

I was shocked and burst into tears. I have never seen so much money in my life.

The electric power is more cautious. After taking this money, there is no turning back. Although it is dangerous to participate in the corpse hunt, if you follow this lunatic to complete his trip, you will be doomed. There are ways of eternal torment,
What Nameless means is to earn money in this cemetery for a while, and leave when the accumulation reaches a considerable level, to explore the outside world. Like most undead in the deep world, they are eager to escape from the eternal torment and find their own essence.

But this is a road of no return. On the road, there are not only madmen with the same idea and unscrupulous means to obtain resources, but they may even face the ancient gods of the beginning.

The ancient gods of the beginning are the oldest and most powerful existences in the deep world, because those are all, materialized, the shackles of the three, which themselves constitute the framework of the deep world, projecting the supreme existence of the universe.

Even the master is far from enough to see in front of those beings.

And the vastness of the deep world, too many planes, too many horrors.

Not to mention that there are still weird disasters and crises, and most of the dead souls in the deep world have been discouraged, and they are willing to fall into this eternal reincarnation to be tortured.

The worst thing is that, according to the big shock, the guy who turned into a corpse is most likely a guy who has been notorious since ancient times, otherwise it is impossible to have so many soul marks on his body, and this kind of supreme supernatural power also has limitations , one life can only leave very little meaning, and it may take several lives to complete a complete message.

And the brand on his body is definitely an existence that is too ancient to imagine.

"We should get out of here immediately."

"The force that contracted this cemetery is called Black Coffin, and it is a force that is several planes deep."

"These thugs have marks on their bodies, and when they die, they will send messages to their strongholds."

"Maybe there are still images before death."

"It's not wise to stay here."

Power reminds.

Anonymous frowned, because he knew nothing about the surrounding information.

"so."

"Now it's time for the two of you to make a difference."

"I need to go to a bigger suburb to find out what's going on."

"There must be a safe hiding place."

"But...it's okay if it's not safe, even if it's a trap, even if you guys who have created a rift join forces to lie to me, it doesn't matter."

"I like to gamble."

Suddenly, the nameless person started to go crazy, it seemed that the cold made his blood surge up, his eyes were full of madness and ferocity.

"Anyway, it's just... reincarnation."

"I'm not afraid! This endless purgatory!"

"So think about it."

"At least before I die, I will get rid of you two."

After finishing speaking, Wuming took a few sips of wine, and stroked the hair of his imprisoned head on his waist with a grinning grin.

Under that cruel face.

Both of them fell into a kind of extreme fear where the hairs all over their bodies stood on their heads.

(End of this chapter)