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The bartender held the oil lamp and led the man all the way to the back of the hotel. Then he opened a wooden door and stepped into a dusty warehouse full of debris.

The man stood in front of the door, looked all around with the dim light, and said vigilantly: “This is the warehouse, what are you doing here?”

The bartender did not answer his question, and walked straight to the corner of the room, the oil lamp shining his shadow on the ground stealth.

Under the man’s nervous gaze, the opponent pushed open the wooden cabinet against the wall, exposing the stone wall behind, and then raised his hand to push, the stone wall hidden behind the cabinet actually rotated open, revealing a bright light Shimmering entrance.

This is a downward passage. Based on the faint light from the entrance, the man immediately made a judgment.

Without waiting for more reactions from the man, the bartender who raised the oil lamp again stood by the entrance and invited: “Guests, please come in. Death God is right in front of you.”

The man swallowed, his eyes fixed on the entrance in front of him, as if this was a vortex that could make one’s eyes sunk.

He moved, and as the distance narrowed, he could see the structure of the entrance more clearly. This is a spiral staircase leading to the underground.

“Wait.” As he bowed to enter, the bartender standing by suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

“You…”

“Guest, your Gold Coin.” The bartender interrupted, spreading his hands in front of him.

The extremely nervous man let out a sigh of relief, raised his clenched right fist, and placed Gold Coin in his opponent’s palm.

“Please.”

The downward spiral staircase is very narrow. The top, bottom, left and right are all made of stones, and orange oil lamps are on the stone wall.

The man bowed in, and just stepped down a few stone steps, the stone wall exit behind him was immediately closed.

Frozen calmly, looking back at the way forward, the man cautiously continued to step down.

There was no wind in the passage, and everything was terrifying. When he passed by the oil lamp on the wall rock, the air flow caused the flame to sway, as if it were walking in the corridor of the tomb, scared the shadows on the ground also dodge.

Hold your breath, every time the man steps, he is cautiously, lest he make a little noise, disturbing the ghosts or evil spirits sleeping underground, but the beating heart of peng peng is like a drum beating in his ears. stop.

He felt like he had fallen into a vortex, spinning in circles, sinking a little bit.

It’s getting wider! As he kept moving downwards, the man slowly noticed that the tunnel was like a slender conch shell, with a small top and a large bottom, inserted in the ground below the warehouse.

How deep is this? After the fear slowly faded, the man couldn’t help feeling frightened by the underground tunnel. He has been walking long enough, his feet are a bit tired, and his head is dizzy, but there are still stairs and oil lamps in front of him.

Finally, when the narrow corridor became enough for several people to run in parallel, the stairs under the feet became a stone passage leading to the darkness.

“Whose running dog are you?”

As the man stepped down, without seeing the dark corridor, a low voice came along with several bright green candles.

“Who…who are you?” The man paused in an instant and looked at the silhouette standing at the end of the corridor in front, surrounded by several green candles.

For some reason, he felt that the other person’s face had an inexplicable familiarity.

“Who?” The man raised his hand to reveal the Gold Coin between his fingers, “Didn’t you come to me with such a Gold Coin? Why do you ask who I am?”

“You… Are you Death God?”

“I am the servant of Death God.” The man stepped forward, his silhouette in the green candlelight like an underground ghost. “Tell me, where did you stole the Gold Coin?”

“No, no no no!” The man hurriedly explained in fear, “This is not something I stole. You gave it to me, you gave it to me!”

“Give it?” The killer played with Gold Coin in his hand, joking dangerously, “I don’t remember that I gave you Gold Coin.”

The man was stunned for a moment, staring at the strange and familiar face, and explained in a panic: “No, it’s not you, someone else, someone else gave me. He said that as long as he comes here, he can take revenge and kill whatever I want. Killer.”

“When?” the killer asked, “Where?”

“The day before yesterday, in the city, he was a tall and thin man with a long face, about 30-40 years old, with black hair.”

The killer stared at the man’s eyes, made sure he was not lying, and then asked: “Tell me the name and identity of the person you want to kill.”

“Duke, Woolf Kwert Duke, I want him to die immediately!” The man blurted out, staring at the killer with eagerness and hatred. “How about it, can you kill him? Duke, Duke from the North!”

“No one can escape death. The difference is only in time.” The killer first said a motto, and then said, “But this is a precious life. What do you exchange for?”

“Why, doesn’t Death God treat human lives either high or low?” When he thinks of his hatred, the man forgets his fear, his twisted expression is full of resentment and hatred.

“No one can have two lives. The only reason for not dying is that the time is not up.” The killer said again in proverbial words, and then he explained, “Killing Woolf Kwert at this moment is tantamount to killing Wind Thousands of people in Breath town are pushing to the brink of death. Dave Mathews, a Gold Coin, is far from enough.”

“You, how do you know my name?” The man looked at each other in panic. He promised that he never mentioned his name in the hotel from beginning to end.

At this moment, the assassin man raised his left hand and touched a black mole on his jaw the size of a soybean.

“You…your moles and hands…”

Dave Matthews subconsciously made the same action, then he looked at his left palm with three fingers missing, then stared at him in horror.

“You, you…”

He raised his hand and pointed at the killer’s face. At this time, he finally knew why he was so unfamiliar and familiar with this face-it was clearly his own!

“Dave Matthews.” The assassin spoke, his calm eyes calm. “You were once cut off by Duke for leading your troops to rob caravans and killing civilians, depriving Knight of your territory and title. Now, what else can you offer to Death God?”

“You…what do you need?” Dave Matthews asked, then clenched his fist and emphasized, “As long as you can kill Duke Quilter, whatever you want, I can give it to you!”

“What do you have?”

“I, I…” Dave Matthews was stunned. He now has nothing but the clothes he wears. “I, I can sell my life for you, I will do what you ask me to do!” He emphasized, “As long as you can kill Duke Quilter now, I can give my life to you!”

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ps: Let me explain. The update stopped during this time, not because of busy work and no time.

After the new year, father didn’t go out to work. He built a house in his hometown and wanted to save some money. Then he accidentally fell off the shelf and broke his left hand. I took time off and went back to my hometown. surgery.

The update will resume.

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