MTL - The Devil’s Cage-Chapter 1727 Why is it me again!

Chapter 1727 is how it is me!

For the pursuit of the enemy, the upper evil spirits have quite a lot of experience.

In fact, it is not only chasing, but also taking the cold and sap to get the assassination. It is also handy, not only because of talent, skill, but also because of the intermittent memory.

I am an assassin.

No feelings.

Cold-blooded killing.

According to those intermittent memories, the upper evil spirits summed up the ‘previous lives’ that may exist, and then... there is no more, except for those experiences in memory, the rest does not affect the upper evil spirits at all.

It is still the upper evil spirit.

Still bound by countless contracts.

Still eager for a real holiday.

Still want to go to the sun.

As for the feelings in memory?

nonexistent.

The memory of those fragments, like the reading of the evil spirits in the upper class, is to taste the life of another person, but will not become himself after all.

However, some of these experiences are really easy to use.

Especially with the talents and skills at the moment, it is even more powerful.

The upper evil spirit hidden in the air stepped closer to the target.

The other side is hiding under a piece of frozen soil.

According to the color of the soil, the upper evil spirit can be determined, here is the hiding place prepared by the other party in advance.

Not only hidden, but also with a lot of traps.

“Hidden near?”

"Good choice."

The upper evil spirit evaluated this. Then, the whole body passed through a half-meter-thick ground camouflage and entered the hiding place.

This is too simple for the upper evil spirits.

It is like eating and drinking.

It looked at the whole body curled up, as if it was a hibernating opponent, without any anxiety, first raised his hand and tied the other side of the waist, and then, the dagger on the other hand, the dagger hidden in the boots.

After doing all this, the upper evil spirit grabbed the other party and broke it into the soil.

Sudden changes have caught the target in a special state unprepared.

The strong sense of suffocation caused the other party to open his eyes violently, struggling to get rid of the shackles of the evil spirits, but it was useless. There was no fear that the evil spirits of such attacks would pull the other side deeper and deeper.

It stopped until the other person’s real suffocation coma.

Hold the other side, the upper evil spirits pulled it back to the ground.

However, not all.

The other side of the neck is still in the soil.

This kind of burying method, the ordinary people have already suffocated, but the other party is slowly waking up.

The other side saw the evil spirit of the ordinary man who turned into a face, recalling the scene that had just happened. The face of the assassin who was still amateur in the upper evil spirit changed a few times.

Then, I held my mouth tightly.

The other party is very clear, the reason why the upper evil spirit did not kill him.

But because of this, he could not speak.

At least, I can't open now.

"can we talk?"

The upper evil spirit slowly opened.

The assassin buried in the soil did not say a word, and even closed his eyes.

Seeing the attitude of the other party not cooperating, the upper evil spirit smiled.

"do you know?"

"You should be thankful."

"You met me, not my Boss."

"If it is my Boss, you have been killed at this time, and me?"

"Not so rough."

The upper evil spirit said, learning the appearance of Qin Ran made a snap.

Its unique [illusion] ability directly enveloped each other.

The closed eyes have no use, and even better match the evil spirits.

Tick, ticking.

The sound of dripping water rang in the other's ear, and a familiar taste was introduced into his nose. As a qualified assassin, he could be sure that it was blood.

Very fresh blood.

Step on and step on.

It is the sound of the leather boots on the blood, the footsteps are very heavy, it should be a fat body.

Moreover, the other party is approaching.

As the footsteps approached, the **** smell became more and more intense, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Then he saw a figure that was two meters high, wearing a leather apron, with a sharp knife and a meat hook in his hand. A hapless egg that was cut open in the throat behind the other side was hanging there, blood in his throat. Almost sprayed out, only a little bit of blood left, a drop of dripping, what he just heard and smelled came here.

He looked around with a gaze.

This is a room with no windows. There is a completely closed iron gate in the distance. The walls are all bloody, and the ground is full of flesh and blood, just like a slaughterhouse.

Am I just not buried in the soil?

How come here?

Subconscious, he wants to move his hands and feet.

At this time, he discovered that he was firmly bound to a metal chair, and there was no chance to move a little.

Struggling attracted the fat figure.

"Woke up?"

"Don't worry, I will be here soon."

The other side said this, while shaving the hook with a sharp knife in his hand.

The hook was black, braving the cold, full of burrs, and with the rubbing of the sharp knife, the flames could not stop.

His pupils shrank.

Because, he suddenly found that the hook was exactly the same as the hook that caught the corpse in the distance.

Then, before he could react, the fat figure grabbed his neck and pressed it down slightly, revealing his back. He wanted to resist, but the strength of the other party was incredible. Any use.

He heard the butcher's guy screaming.

But the most piercing thing is the sound of the hook.

Hey!

puff!

There was no pause in the sound, showing the butcher's skill and ruthlessness, until the intense pain filled his body, he could no longer suppress, and screamed out.

"Ah!"

"stop!"

He yelled at each other, but the other party was indifferent and continued his behavior: using a meat hook to run through his body.

He could even feel the cold meat hook, shuttle through him, straight through the gap in his ribs, hooking his spine.

At this time, he finally understood what the burrs on the hook were for.

Every bit of the meat hook moves, those burrs will make him very painful.

When the meat hook stopped moving, his body was already wet by the cold sweat. Even if the butcher untied the chain that bound him, he could not move. He could only let the other person hang him on the iron chain on the ceiling. .

Oh!

The chain rang, trembled the chain not far away, the unlucky one who lost his life, so he turned his body under the action of the iron hook, a pair of godless, lost radiant eyes looked at him.

Inexplicable, he raised a fluster from the bottom of his heart.

He has not seen the dead.

There are no more than a hand to kill.

However, he never thought that the dead would be such a horror.

Looking at each other, he thought of himself.

I am afraid that after a few seconds, it is time to turn to yourself?

Do not!

can not be like this!

He is screaming at the bottom of his heart.

"and many more!"

"You can't do this to me!"

"We can trade!"

"I give you what you want, you put me?"

He said openly.

The butcher who was moving the chair slammed, and the other looked up, and the ugly face showed a sneer that made him feel weird.

"Are you a fool?"

“Don't you forget how you came here?”

"Think about it, it's in your mind."

The other side asked.

He was stunned by the questioning, and a burst of slang came from his mouth.

"My hiding place was discovered. I was captured. After being tortured, I lost the value of use. Then, I was sent here... No! I have not lost the value of use!"

"I still have something to say!"

"You don't even know who the instigator behind me is!"

Recalling the scene, he screamed loudly.

At this time, he completely ignored the so-called assassin code.

It is true to survive.

Thinking of the behind-the-scenes instigator in his mind, he prayed that the butcher in front of him would report the news.

As long as the report goes up.

He has room for bargaining.

He can live.

What he expected was that the other party shook his head.

"No, this is impossible."

The other side replied categorically.

"You don't know the importance of this news, you don't know at all..."

"I know, I know too."

"Isn't it the Baron Nora?"

The fat butcher put his hand and interrupted his words.

He is stunned.

He looked at each other with incredulous eyes.

"how do you know?"

He questioned.

"How do I know?"

"Good question."

"Of course you told me!"

Saying, the fat butcher once again slammed the finger, and the scene in the slaughterhouse was gone.

He is still buried in the soil.

The man who captured him was still standing in front of him.

"Fantasy, hallucination?"

The other person whispered, then, quickly shook his head and said: "Impossible! Impossible! Just not the illusion, the one in front of you!"

"Yes, what is in front of you!"

Looking at himself to convince his captives, there was a trace of disdain in the eyes of the evil spirits.

“It looks like it’s strong, but it’s fragile enough to be vulnerable.”

"How can a guy who has to escape even reality become a good assassin?"

"It's useless."

Using the "sin of the evil spirits", the upper evil spirits who know the prisoner's mentality in front of them do not pay attention to each other, but ‘see' the evil around them like a fog.

In the other side's Nannan self-speaking, these evil mists began to surge.

In an instant, I got into the captive body.

The captives buried in the ground hugged their heads and changed from whispering to madness.

"Correct!"

"This is not my fault!"

"The wrong thing is the world!"

With such words, the other's body quickly expanded, and the scales protruded from the other's pores. The normal face began to distort, and the five senses could no longer be separated.

The land that binds the other party is freed by the other party.

"I want to correct this mistake!"

The other party jumped on the ground and roared.

With a two-meter-high body, it is very extraordinary in the roar.

Then, the other party began to look for the upper evil spirit.

This is the first mistake he corrected!

Just as the other person bowed his head, a palm stretched out from behind the other side and passed over the other's neck.

The other side kept the look of the sky, and the body stood straight, but the head was picked up by the evil spirits.

puff!

The blood in the chest is rising from the sky.

The upper evil spirit walked in a walk, avoiding the invasion of blood and rain, and threw away the head in his hand.

"The enemy that is not even sensible is the easiest to deal with."

While talking about it, looking at the misty evils that emerged from the other's body, the upper evil spirits can judge that these evil spirits are a little more intense than just one.

"Devouring?"

"No, no!"

"Boss's avatar is not so inferior and ineffective, this should be..."

"assimilation!"

The upper evil spirit flashed a word.

Then, it picks up its own spoils and is ready to return to its own Boss.

At this moment, an inexplicable, as if from the sky, the line of sight from far and near, swept away from here.

The upper evil spirit blinked.

The direction of sight is Boss.

This sight Boss must have been discovered, but Boss did not inform me, which means that I was used as a pathfinder...

Suddenly, the evil spirits wanted to return to the West Coast.

Why is it me?

Pride, laziness, and gluttony are all there!

They can do it too!

I don't want to die so bad every time!

The heart is roaring again and again.

However, the action of the upper evil spirit is not slow. When this line of sight is just approaching here, he pretends to have just perceived this line of sight and turned and ran.

That line of sight.

Then, began to quickly chase the upper evil spirits.

It’s like finding a fox hound.

......

"Good job."

Qin Ran, sitting in the carriage, saw the scene with the power of the contract, and couldn’t help but be afraid of the palm of his hand, as if to applaud the reaction of the evil spirit.

"I hope I can have a good result."

Qin Ran thought about it and looked at the outside of the car.

The assassin’s interrogation was over, and Boer did not get the information he wanted, or even a little bit of useful information.

Because the other party is taking the task of the underground bounty guild.

"I didn't think my head could be worth 500 Kimpton."

After handling the captives and returning to the carriage, Bohr gestured to the bodyguards to continue on, while frowning.

"is it a lot?"

Qin Ran asked.

He believes that it is necessary to understand the value of the world's coins.

This is a literacy that a lone person should have, and has nothing to do with instinct.

“It’s quite a lot for the average person!”

"A brand new arquebus will cost about 3 Kimpton, and a healthy, robust lumberjack will probably be working 8-10 cents a day on the border in Morse, where a whole black loaf needs 6 bucks. It’s more expensive in Fort Aitenburg, it’s about 7 bucks. Of course, the average worker in Aitinburg will have a higher salary.”

"20 copper gram in exchange for 1 silver sol, 16 silver sol in exchange for 1 kimpton."

"You can calculate how much copper is worth in my head."

"And Kimpton, I am going to buy the Lord's title, is only 3000."

Boer smiled bitterly.

8000 Silver Sol.

160000 copper grams.

Approximately equal to 26,666 whole brown breads.

Qin Ran, who is inexplicably sensitive to the numbers, got the answer in an instant.

Then he paused and pointed to the top of his head.

"How much is my spoils worth?"

Qin Ran asked seriously.

"There are about 70-80 Kimpton."

Bohr was aware of the changes in Qin’s expression and immediately followed him seriously.

"What about my captives?"

Qin Ran continued to ask seriously.

"You need to see if he has a reward, but people like him usually have it, and he is still alive, so the number is absolutely good."

Bohr said in detail after saying this.

I don't know if it is an illusion. Bol found that after he gave the answer, the ‘Inflammatory Devil’ seems to... the mood has become very good?

Does he care how much money these trophies can change?

Do not!

impossible!

How can the ‘inflamed devil’ care about ordinary currency.

There must be something secret that I have not found!

Born in this way, Bohr began to look around and try to find out the difference.

(End of this chapter)