final catastrophe

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A letter was pressed under the knife, in father's handwriting.

The head of the letter read: To Ji Er.

Xia Ji carefully spread out the letter paper, taking advantage of the moonlight that was about to end outside the window and the intoxication in his heart, he read it word by word.

"How I don't want you to read this letter, because I never want you to drink away your sorrow like I do.

But now that you've seen it, hold on to the knife.

The men of our old Xia family's Saber God clan can be sad and painful, but they will never be defeated and devastated!
It's hard to live a peaceful life, so let's find out the truth.

My stupid son. "

Xia Ji stared at the dark night that was about to dawn, and the dirty smell of the slums penetrated his nose, making people feel that living here would be inferior to others, so much so that it took courage to look up at people.

His body was soaked with wine stains, the dress from last night had long been soiled, and the delicate black neckline on his chest was stuck to his chest.

Slowly closing his eyes, he seemed to be meditating, but he was actually accepting a certain message from this dream.

The dark-haired boy showed a wry smile, sheathed the knife and inserted it in his waist at will, a feeling of blood thicker than water came, which seemed to come from the depths of the soul, and resonated with the knife.

But the knife is just an ordinary knife.

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The deep black culvert turned into a downward staircase.

The guide lit a lamp, hunched over, and led the way without saying a word.

The teenager found him before dawn and said "ask to see the patron". According to the regulations, he needs to take him to the "waiting hall".

drop.
Drip
On the damp underground stairs, the water droplets solidified and dripped. In the subtle flickering lights, one can vaguely see the embossed textures on both sides of the stairs. Those textures are just excavation marks and have no meaning.

But the cautious young man still began to deduce what tool was used to dig it?
Looks like claws.
And it was a sharp claw far beyond five fingers. After all, such a long distance was enough for him to see seven or even eight parallel scratches.

"Don't be nervous, no one has died here." The guide seemed to notice the boy's gaze, and said.

I don't know how long it took, and finally it seemed to come to an end, a fence made of fine iron rods appeared in front of him, when the passer-by pressed the switch, the iron fence raised with a piercing sound.

"Here we are." The guide stopped and stepped aside, indicating that this is the "waiting hall".

But the young man hesitated a little, this was obviously like a "cage", once he entered and lowered the iron fence from the outside, he was afraid of life and death.

The guide was not in a hurry, and quietly waited for him to make a decision.

But the young man seemed to know something already, so he directly stepped into it.

As he stepped in, a punch of orange light lit up on the underground stone wall inside. It was a sculpture cast in the shape of sharp claws, protruding from the wall, and each sharp claw was holding a torch. Style lamps.

The light is coming from it, and the place is just a round room the size of an ordinary room. At the back of the house facing the iron fence is a square desk for office work, and on the right side of the table is a leather bench. .

Xia Ji didn't sit down, he just stood quietly and waited.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have looked around anxiously or nervously at this time, but he didn't.

After a long time, the black recliner behind the square table suddenly flipped over, and a strange man with a blood-red sea monster mask appeared on the empty seat at some point.

"Awaited."

An unidentifiable voice came from behind the mask.

"I appreciate you because you are the only one who is waiting here without observing."

Xia Ji said: "The iron fence has been closed, and this place is closed. From the first step I stepped here, I knew that there was nothing I could do except wait.

Therefore, instead of bothering your mind and mind, it is better to recharge your batteries. "

Gentle applause.

The patron wearing the blood-red sea monster mask continued: "You are also the only one who saw me suddenly appear without showing any expression, no surprise, doubt, or fear."

Xia Jidao: "Since you appear here, you are a patron. I am here to beg you, but it is just a transaction. Why should I care about things other than transactions?"

The sponsor of the blood-red sea monster mask laughed lightly, with a metallic murmur in his voice: "It's ok, you have passed the test, it's worthwhile to come here in my busy schedule.

So what do you want me to sponsor you for? "

Xia Ji was stunned. Originally, Qin Ze only said that he could enter the Jizhou Academy through sponsors, but did not say that he could also sponsor other content. In fact, thinking about it, it is not surprising, because Qin Ze may have heard all the news. I haven't seen it myself, so the information will inevitably be biased.

The sea monster mask patron continued to explain: "Or what goals do you have, what do you want to achieve, what do you build, or what do you own?"

Xia Ji said, "Is everything okay?"

The sea monster mask patron nodded, motioning for him to continue.

Xia Ji had thousands of thoughts in his mind, since he could do anything, he would not talk about going to Jizhou Academy anymore.

He was thinking.

The Patron in the shadows waits, it is always patient.

Finally, Xia Ji seemed to have found the answer. He raised his head with a clear expression, "I hope to take revenge, find the person who killed my mother, and then return the blow."

Such a request is neither surprising nor excessive.

The patron nodded and said: "I can conduct a complete investigation on you based on your life experience, and then find out your enemy, and finally decide the price you need to pay according to the strength of your enemy.

If your enemy becomes too powerful, we will end the sponsorship, and you will still be paid.

However, you can also choose another sponsorship. "

Although the patron's voice still has a metallic sound, it is a bit playful and charming. Presumably, the person behind the mask, regardless of gender, must be a very attractive person.

The metallic sound is nothing but processed.

Induced by it, the ink-haired boy couldn't help but ask, "What sponsorship?"

The patron of the sea monster mask said indifferently: "This is a gamble. I will help you get revenge no matter what, and what you need to pay... is to sell your soul to me, and then serve me forever."

I saw the young man was silent.

It continued: "You should be thankful, because other sponsors will not provide such sponsorship, and they may not have the strength to provide it, because everything is possible, maybe your enemy is very powerful, even the legendary nine-headed floating city The queen is not necessarily right?"

The young man asked suspiciously, "The queen of the Nine-Headed Floating Void City?"

The patron did not continue this topic, but just took out an hourglass from the dark and gently turned it upside down, "You have 5 minutes to make a decision."

Xia Ji suddenly understood why Qin Ze told him not to find a patron wearing a sea monster mask, especially not to find a red sea monster mask.
At this moment, he stands between this gap between the unknown and giving everything.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the "rustling" sound of the hourglass, as if fate was pressing on him step by step, waiting for him to make a decision.

At this moment, the sponsor said again: "Since I have already thrown out the possibility of this sponsorship, it means that I am optimistic about you, and it also means that I have a premonition of the strength of your enemy. If you refuse, then we will have no more deals."

(End of this chapter)