Life Dungeon Game

However, he suddenly paused halfway through his sentence, looked up, and gazed at the alleyway beside him.

"What are you going to do?!"

A young boy's voice came from deep within the alleyway, "Let go of my mother!"

Chapter 822 The Boy in the Mirror (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Holding a hamburger, He Ao flipped over and jumped directly off the SUV.

Lena glanced at him and quickly followed.

The SUV was parked by the sea. The roads nearby were in disrepair for years, full of potholes, reflecting varying shades of light and dark in the twilight.

The alleyway from which the sound came was somewhat narrow, but it seemed to be frequently used by people, and there wasn't much snow, only a few white patches piled up along the roadside.

These scattered snowflakes and the wet ground stretched all the way to the deepest part of the alley, reaching into the darkness where the light could not reach.

He was very fast, disappearing into the dark shadows almost instantly.

Lena glanced at the secluded alleyway and quickly followed He Ao's footsteps.

Instead of towering buildings, the alleyways were lined with rows of shantytowns made up of broken brick walls and rusty iron sheets.

Ragged people huddled in the shacks, cautiously peering at the outside world through the gaps in the corrugated iron sheets.

Lena watched all of this calmly.

She was very familiar with this because she had lived in such an environment since she was very young, and she could even guess what the boy who was shouting was going through.

She quickened her pace slightly, and in the shadow of the makeshift shack, the beautiful sunset seemed to have completely lost its color.

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"Miss,"

A man draped in a long black robe, with distorted tattoos on his arms, reached out and grabbed the woman by the neck, slamming her against the cold brick wall.

"Since your husband is dead and your cousin has gone to the Eternal Kingdom, he will most likely never come back. You can't even save your own life, so you might as well hand over your valuables rather than suffer here. You look good; the people on the ship will be willing to pay a good price."

"Or,"

He leaned closer, gazing at the woman's still somewhat pretty face beneath her dirty hair. He raised his other hand and gently scraped her cheek with the back of his knife, a playful smile on his lips. "You like being treated like this?"

"Pooh-"

The woman took a mouthful of saliva and spat it in the man's face, yelling, "You bastard!"

"interesting,"

The man wiped his face with the hand holding the dagger, stared at the woman, and tightened his grip slightly. "I hope you'll still be this fierce after you're sold off."

"Let go of my mother!"

A thin boy nearby picked up a broken brick from the ground and yelled at the man.

"Oh? What's wrong?"

The man turned around, looking at the boy's thin face with a mocking expression. "Do you think you can save your mother? Go ahead and try."

He tapped his head with the hilt of his dagger and said with a grin, "Smash it here, harder."

"Hahaha!"

The two men behind him, also dressed in black robes, burst into laughter at the same time.

call--

The howling wind, carrying a hint of cold dampness, brushed against the man's profile.

The two people standing behind the man immediately dodged, avoiding the incoming brick.

The brick was slightly off-target, but it almost grazed the man's cheek. A little more to the side and it would have hit him squarely on the forehead.

Meanwhile, the boy had already picked up new broken bricks from the ground.

"

You little brat!

The man's smile froze on his face. "Hold him down!"

The two henchmen behind him, who were still somewhat stunned, immediately reacted and rushed towards the boy.

The boy immediately raised the brick in his hand and swung it at the person who came at him, but it was easily dodged. Then, he was pinned to the ground by two adults who were even faster. "Bastard, scoundrel, beast, you son of a bitch, let me go!"

The boy struggled violently and began frantically cursing the families of the people in front of him.

"Let go of my son!"

At that moment, the woman who was being held captive immediately raised her foot and kicked the tattooed man between his legs.

The kick missed, but it affected the tattooed man's balance.

The woman seized the opportunity to break free and rushed towards the boy standing nearby.

"Damn it, you bitch."

With a curse, her hand was suddenly grabbed and flung away, slamming it against the wall with a bang.

The tattooed man stared at the woman with a ferocious expression, one hand gripping her tightly, the other pointing the tip of a dagger at the eternal light mark on his black robe.

"Do you even know who I am now? You dare to mess with people from the church? You bitch."

He reached down and tucked the dagger into his waistband, raised his hand, and grinned maliciously, "I'm going to inspect your goods now, and let your son see them too."

boom--

With a muffled thud, a flying pebble cut through the shadows and struck the back of his hand, causing him to pause in his movements.

"Who?"

He looked up, glanced at his hand which was rapidly becoming bruised and swollen, and then turned to look in the direction from which the pebble had come.

It was a hazy shadow there.

"Do you know who you've offended by acting in the Eternal Secret Sect?"

He yelled into the shadows, then casually tossed the woman beside him into the open doorway of a nearby shantytown.

He glanced at his swollen hand, then drew the dagger from his waist with his other hand and said to his two men in front of him, "Fire!"

The two henchmen hesitated for a moment, then immediately drew their pistols and pulled the triggers into the shadows.

In the dim light, a thin figure emerged from the shadows. He raised his hand and flicked his fingertips twice in the air.

Bang—bang—

With two crisp sounds, the sharp bullets flew back and struck the two henchmen who fired the shots right between the eyebrows.

The bullets exited from the back of their heads, causing them to fall backward.

The boy, who had been pinned to the ground and suddenly felt lighter, stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

He tried hard to see what was happening, but he couldn't see anything.

He only heard the gunshot, and then saw the figure in the shadows raise his hand with incredible speed, and then the two men who were pinning him down fell to the ground.

"What the hell!"

The tattooed man was taken aback, then he reached for his waist and pulled out a hand grenade.

He then threw the dagger first, then pulled the pin on the grenade, preparing to throw the grenade under the cover of the dagger.

At this moment, the thin boy in the shadows fully revealed himself. He glanced at the dagger that was flying halfway, took a step forward, and instantly appeared in front of the dagger, then flicked his finger.

The flying dagger flew backward, whistling through the air, and suddenly plunged into the man's throat.

Bright red blood splattered out, and the man stared wide-eyed at the boy in front of him in disbelief, seemingly unable to understand how he had suddenly appeared at such close range.

At that moment, he released the grenade from his hand.

This is a time-delay grenade. It will most likely explode when the boy gets there, and he might die with him.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he saw the boy appear in front of him in an instant, catch the grenade falling from the sky, and then stuff it into his clothes.

Immediately, the boy grabbed his collar and threw him upwards with force.

boom--

A deafening explosion rang out in the sky, and the intense flames, like a fleeting sunset, illuminated the dark alleyway.

The boy lying on the ground raised his head and stared in disbelief at the young man in front of him, at his fair face and slender but upright figure in the firelight.

Like a god emerging from flames and sunset.

He looked down at the little boy on the ground and gave him a gentle smile.

Strictly speaking, this boy was someone I knew.

The night before last, when he was fighting the Hell Apostle mechs that came to reinforce him at the Eternal Secret Church, the boy saw his mech nearby.

He even made a 'shh' gesture to keep the boy quiet.

He looked up at the nearby buildings; this location was actually quite far from where he had been that day.

At this moment, the boy also got up from the ground. He looked up at He Ao, blinked, and asked, "Are you a god?"

"No."

He Ao shook his head.

The boy's eyes widened, seemingly incredulous at his denial, then he gestured with his hands, "That sudden appearance just now, was it teleportation?"

"no,"

He Ao shook his head. "It's movement technique."

"Shenfa?"

The boy blinked, seemingly unable to understand the meaning of the word, then he thought for a moment, "Can I learn it?"

"I probably don't have time to teach you,"

He Ao glanced at the boy, tilted his head, and asked, "Why do you want to learn this?"