Chapter 958

The name of ‘Mississippi’.

There is a limit of opening once a month.

All of them made Qin Ran think of a 'broker'.

"Since a year ago, the 'Secret City' has appeared near Gravel Town, regularly selling potions and props that are not common on the market, attracting businessmen, mercenaries, bandits, and robbers who come to the High Road. Every now and then a treasure or two appears!”

"No matter how you look at it, it looks exactly like the 'Secret City' in a huge city!"

"Placing such an obvious 'sign' near Gravel Town, and having 'Modi' send people to completely destroy Gravel Town, such a coincidence..."

Qin Ran, muttering to himself in his heart, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Kieran, who never believed in coincidences, smelled of conspiracy.

Therefore, he needs to know more detailed information about this 'secret city'.

He wanted to know what the 'broker' was up to again.

Of course, this is most likely a trap for ‘latecomers’.

Therefore, Kieran needs Old Piccolo to accompany him.

…

Carrying two cages and a bundle of fresh grass on his back, Old Bick walked with difficulty on the scabbed ground. The red, hard, and irregularly raised ground made Old Bick's feet hurt.

But the hotel owner did not dare to complain.

Not only because there was Qin Ran standing behind him, but also because this was a local custom followed by the locals.

The locals all know that the High Road was formed by the god Fenrir who walked on a path covered with iron thorns out of sympathy for the diseases, plagues and famines in the world.

Following the footsteps of the god Fenrir, his blood began to flow on the path of the iron thorns. Those swords kept slashing, and the iron thorns that could not be swallowed by the flames began to soften.

Eventually, it disappeared.

Also disappearing are human diseases, plagues and famines.

as well as……

Fenrir, the god of heaven.

According to legend, the god Fenrir exhausted his last bit of divine power, and his polluted torso turned into a scab. There was no grass growing here, and it was all hard stone.

But people thanked the god Fenrir.

Respect this barren land as the High Road, and also respect the god Fenrir as the Supreme God.

But there are also those who disdain and criticize Fenrir.

When they pass through the High Way, they are cursed.

Old Piccolo, who was born near the High Road, was deeply affected by this curse and did not dare to blaspheme Fenrir in any way.

Qin Ran also knew this legend from simple memories.

But it's different from the fear and awe of Old Bic.

Qin Ran only maintained the most basic respect for the god Fenrir.

Because, strength.

Qin Ran has seen real gods.

Each is not impartial.

Even, in some respects, some of them are worse than an upright person.

At least, a man of integrity will not betray a friend.

Qin Ran didn't know what the legendary god Fenrir looked like, but he didn't quite believe in his "sacrifice for others".

Therefore, Kieran only respected the opponent's strength.

Strong people should be respected.

They followed Old Bic until noon before they stopped.

"My lord, it's just ahead."

Old Piccolo pointed to a hill in the distance.

From the outside, this hill is no different from the hills along the way, but in Kieran's perception, there is a deep and uncomfortable atmosphere inside the hill, or to be more precise, underground. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff without handrails at night, leaning forward and looking down.

Apart from the darkness, there is the bottomless abyss.

Qin Ran narrowed his eyes and looked around.

Old Bick on the side took out a water bottle and dry food.

All are must-haves for travellers.

The kettle is large and contains enough water. The dry food is mixed with some wheat bran to make the dry food drier and easier to preserve.

"My lord, do you need it?"

Old Piccolo, who was holding dry food and water, asked.

Qin Ran shook his head.

Just when Old Piccolo thought Kieran wouldn't know how to eat, he saw Kieran also taking out a kettle and dry food.

The kettle is very delicate, and as soon as the lid is opened, a faint sweet smell wafts out. It is obvious that honey has been added to the water.

Dry food is fine white bread baked with some dehydrated grapes mixed in.

But what surprised Old Bic the most was that Kieran actually pulled out a ham from his backpack.

Watching Kieran cut slices of meat from the ham with a knife, chewing them carefully on white bread, and sipping from time to time.

Old Bic suddenly felt that the dry food that had been delicious just now became difficult to swallow, especially the wheat bran, which was stuck in his throat and hurt.

The water also became tasteless, with a faint watery smell.

Old Bick didn't dare to ask Qin Ran for food.

Because, just when this thought came up in Old Bic's heart, Kieran glanced at him.

The pressure contained in his eyes made Old Bic feel suffocated. In front of his eyes, there was an illusion of an ancient ferocious beast chewing slowly.

Can't speak!

If you ask for it, you will be killed!

no no!

It was eaten!

The information brought by the hallucination was accurately received by Old Bic.

In the next half hour, Old Bic was not only trembling with fear, but also did not even dare to breathe out, for fear of disturbing Kieran's 'eating'.

That’s right, eating!

Old Bic has never seen a person who protects food like Kieran.

Only some beasts do.

Of course, Old Bic would never dare to say such words.

Undoubtedly, this lunch is destined to be a torment.

When he saw Kieran put away the kettle, Old Bic really let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't wait to pick up the necessary props and hit the road faster than before.

Soon, they came to the hill.

Old Piccolo looked down.

When he encountered a stone the size of a palm, Old Bic's face lit up with joy.

"Found it, my lord!"

As he spoke, Old Piccolo pushed the stone vigorously.

Click.

Amidst the sound of the machine spring, a secret door appeared on the ground in front of the hill.

The secret door is not closed, it is open from the moment it appears.

A thick, sun-blocking black smoke shot out from in front of the hill, shrouding Old Bic who was standing there.

As soon as the smoke erupted, Qin Ran ducked aside.

However, the black smoke did not give up.

It attacked Kieran like a tarsal maggot.

"My lord does not need to resist."

"This is a necessary process to enter the 'Secret City'. As long as we are in it, we can let the rooster crow to drive away the darkness and see the dawn!"

Old Bic, who was in the black smoke, loudly reminded Kieran.

This is not the first time.

Along the way, Old Piccolo has warned him several times.

But just like the first time, Qin Ran also didn't want to be enveloped in this black smoke.

As long as Kieran was not stupid, he would not do this if he rashly immersed himself in the process set by the 'broker'.

Not to mention... Dawn.

Isn't it always in his hands?

PS second update~

Feilong got up late again today...

Be sure to return to the normal update time tomorrow!