Chapter 1727 Why Is It Me Again!

The upper evil spirits have quite a lot of experience in chasing down enemies.

In fact, it is not only good at chasing, sapling, drugging and assassinating, not only because of talent and skills, but also because of those intermittent memories.

I'm an assassin.

No feelings.

Kill in cold blood.

Based on those intermittent memories, the upper-level evil spirits summarized their possible 'previous lives', and then... there was no more. Apart from absorbing the experiences in the memory, the rest did not affect the upper-level evil spirits at all.

It is still a superior evil spirit.

Still bound by countless contracts.

Still longing for a real vacation.

I still want to bask in the sun.

As for the feelings in memory?

nonexistent.

Those fragmented memories look like reading a book to upper-level evil spirits. They are savoring another person's life, but they will not become one's own after all.

However, some of these experiences are really useful.

Especially when combined with its current talents and skills, it becomes even more powerful.

The superior evil spirit hiding in the air approached the target step by step.

The other party was hiding under a piece of frozen soil.

Based on the color of the soil, the superior evil spirit can conclude that this is a hiding place prepared by the opponent in advance.

Not only is it hidden, but it also contains many traps.

"Hide nearby?"

“Good choice.”

The superior evil spirit commented like this, and then, its entire body passed through the half-meter-thick ground camouflage and entered the place where the opponent was hiding.

This is too simple for upper-level evil spirits.

Just like eating and drinking water.

It looked at the opponent who was curled up as if hibernating. Without any anxiety, it first raised its hand to wrap up the shoulder bandage on the left side of the opponent's waist, and then the dagger that the opponent placed at hand and the dagger hidden in his boots.

After all this was done, the superior evil spirit grabbed the other person and dragged him into the soil.

The sudden change caught the target in a special state by surprise.

The strong sense of suffocation made the opponent suddenly open his eyes, struggling to break free from the upper evil spirit's shackles, but it was useless. The upper evil spirit, which was not afraid of such an attack, pulled the opponent deeper and deeper.

He didn't stop until the other party was truly suffocated and unconscious.

Picking up the opponent, the upper evil spirit pulled him back to the ground.

But that's not all.

The opponent's neck was still in the soil.

Ordinary people would have been suffocated by this method of burial, but the other party slowly woke up.

The other party saw the upper-level evil spirit who had transformed into a man with an ordinary face at a glance. Recalling the scene that had just happened, the expression of this assassin, who was still an amateur in the eyes of the upper-level evil spirit, changed several times.

Then, he pursed his lips tightly.

The other party knew very well why the superior evil spirit did not kill him.

But precisely because of this, he couldn't speak.

At least, I can't speak now.

"can we talk?"

The upper evil spirit slowly spoke.

The assassin buried in the soil said nothing, and even closed his eyes.

Seeing the other party's uncooperative attitude, the superior evil spirit smiled.

"do you know?"

"You should be thankful."

"You met me, not my Boss."

"If you were my Boss, you would have been killed by this time, and I?"

"It won't be that rough."

The upper evil spirit said, imitating Kieran's example and snapping his fingers.

Its unique [Illusion] ability directly enveloped the opponent.

Closing the eyes is of no use. In fact, it better cooperates with the upper evil spirits.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

The sound of dripping water rang in the opponent's ears, and a familiar smell passed into his nose. As a qualified assassin, he could be sure that it was the smell of blood.

Very fresh blood.

Tread, tap, tap.

It was the sound of leather boots stepping on blood, and the footsteps were heavy. It must be that of a fat man.

Moreover, the other party is approaching.

As the footsteps got closer, the smell of blood became stronger, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Then, he saw a figure who was two meters tall, wearing a leather apron, holding a sharp knife and a meat hook in his hand. Behind him, an unlucky guy with his throat cut was hanging there, with blood in his throat. It was almost sprayed away, leaving only a little blood, dripping drop by drop. What he just heard and smelled came here.

He looked around blankly.

This is a windowless room with a completely closed iron door in the distance. The surrounding walls are stained with blood, and the ground is covered with pieces of flesh and blood, just like a slaughterhouse.

Wasn't I buried in the ground just now?

Why are you here?

Subconsciously, he wanted to move his hands and feet.

Only then did he realize that he was tightly bound to a metal chair, without even a chance to move.

The sound of struggling attracted the fat figure.

"woke up?"

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

As the other party said this, he shaved the hook with the sharp knife in his hand.

The hook was black, cold, and full of burrs. With the friction of the sharp knife, sparks kept coming out.

His pupils shrank.

Because, he suddenly discovered that this hook was exactly the same as the hook that fished the corpse in the distance.

Then, before he could react, the fat figure pinched his neck and pressed it down slightly, exposing his back. He wanted to resist, but the opponent's strength was so incredible that he couldn't. Any use.

He heard the butcher-like guy roaring with laughter.

But the most jarring thing was the sound of the hook swinging down.

Woo!

puff!

There was no pause in the voice, showing the butcher's skill and ruthlessness. When severe pain filled his body, he could no longer suppress it and blurted out a scream.

"Ahhh!"

"stop!"

He scolded the other party, but the other party was completely indifferent and continued his behavior: piercing his body with a meat hook.

He could even feel the cold meat hook moving through his body, directly passing through the gap between his ribs and hooking his spine.

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

Every time the meat hook moved a little, those burrs would cause him great pain.

When the meat hook stopped moving, his whole body was wet with cold sweat. Even if the butcher untied the chains that bound him, he could not move and could only let the other party hang him on the iron chain on the ceiling. .

Wow!

The sound of the iron chain shook the chain not far away. The unlucky guy who had lost his life just turned around under the influence of the iron hook, and looked at him with a pair of eyes that had lost their luster.

Inexplicably, he felt a trace of panic rising from the bottom of his heart.

It's not like he's never seen dead people.

There are no longer a few people who kill them with their own hands.

However, he never thought that the dead could be so terrifying.

Looking at the other person, he thought of himself.

I'm afraid it will be your turn in a few seconds, right?

No!

can not be like this!

He yelled in his heart.

"etc!"

"You can't do this to me!"

"We can trade!"

"I give you what you want, and you let me go?"

He spoke.

The butcher who was moving the chair was stunned. The other person raised his head, and there was a trace of ridicule on his ugly face that made him feel weird.

"Are you a fool?"

"Have you forgotten how you got here?"

“If you think about it, it’s in the back of your mind.”

The other party asked rhetorically.

Being hung up, he was at a loss when asked, and bursts of murmurs came from his mouth.

"My hiding place was discovered. I was captured. After being tortured, I lost my use value. Then, I was sent here... No! I haven't lost my use value yet!"

"I still have something I haven't said yet!"

"You have no idea who is my instigator behind the scenes!"

He roared loudly as he recalled the scene.

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

Survive is the real thing.

Thinking of the person behind the scenes, he prayed that the butcher in front of him would report the news.

Just report it up.

He has room for bargaining.

He can live.

But to his surprise, the other party actually shook his head.

"No, that's impossible."

The other party replied decisively.

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

"I know, I know it too."

"Isn't it Baron Nora?"

The fat butcher waved his hand to interrupt his words.

He froze.

He looked at the other person with disbelief.

"how do you know?"

he questioned.

"How do I know?"

"Good question."

"Of course you told me!"

With that said, the fat butcher snapped his fingers again, and the slaughterhouse-like scene in front of him disappeared.

He is still buried in the earth.

In front of him stood the man who had captured him.

"H-hallucination?"

The other party muttered to himself in a daze, then quickly shook his head and said: "Impossible! Impossible! What just happened was not an illusion, what is in front of you is!"

"Yes, that's what's in front of you!"

Looking at the captive he had convinced himself, a trace of disdain appeared in the eyes of the upper evil spirit.

"It looks strong, but in fact it is so fragile that it is vulnerable."

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

"It's so useless."

Using [Evil Spirit Intuition], the upper-level evil spirit understood the mentality of the captive in front of him and ignored the other party, but 'looked' at the evil things around him like a thick fog.

As the other party muttered to himself, these evil mist began to surge.

In an instant, he got into the prisoner's body.

The prisoner buried underground hugged his head, and his small whisper turned into a roar of victory.

"right!"

"This is not my fault!"

"It's the world that's wrong!"

With such words, the opponent's body expanded rapidly, scales protruded from the opponent's pores, and the normal face began to distort, and the facial features could no longer be distinguished.

The land that bound the other party was broken free by the other party.

"I want to right this wrong!"

The other party jumped onto the ground and roared angrily.

With a body of two meters tall, it looked very extraordinary in its roar.

Then, the other party starts looking for the superior evil spirit.

This was the first mistake he corrected!

The moment the other person lowered his head, a palm stretched out from behind the other person and passed over the other person's neck.

The opponent kept looking up to the sky and roaring, standing upright, but his head was quietly picked off by the superior evil spirit.

puff!

The blood in his chest rose to the sky.

The superior evil spirit took a leisurely stroll, avoiding the invasion of the rain of blood, and casually threw away the head in his hand.

"The enemies who don't even have reason are the easiest to deal with."

As it spoke, it looked at the evil mist-like mist escaping from the opponent's body. The superior evil spirit could determine that these evil auras were a little more abundant and richer than before.

"Swallow?"

"No, it's not!"

"Boss's clone is not so inferior and ineffective, it should be..."

"assimilation!"

A word flashed through the upper evil spirit's heart.

Then, it picked up its loot and prepared to return to its boss.

At this moment, an inexplicable line of sight, as if cast from the sky, scanned here from far to near.

The upper evil spirit narrowed his eyes.

The direction of sight is towards the Boss.

The boss must have noticed this sight, but the boss did not notify me, which means that I was used as a pathfinder again...

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

Why me again?

Arrogance, laziness, and gluttony are all there!

They can do it too!

I don’t want to die so miserably every time!

I roared in my heart.

However, the superior evil spirit did not move slowly. When the line of sight was about to approach, he pretended to have just sensed the line of sight, turned around and ran away.

That gaze paused.

Then, he began to quickly chase the upper evil spirit.

It's like a hound that has discovered a fox.

…

"Well done."

Kieran, who was sitting in the carriage, saw this scene with the help of the power of the contract, and couldn't help but trembled with fear, as if applauding the reaction of the superior evil spirit.

"Hopefully there will be a good result."

Qin Ran thought in his heart and looked outside the carriage.

The assassin's interrogation was over, and Boll didn't get the information he wanted, not even the slightest bit of useful information.

Because the other party accepted the mission from the underground bounty guild.

"I never thought my head could be worth 500 Kimpton."

After taking care of the prisoners and returning to the carriage, Bol said with a frown while signaling the bodyguard to move on.

"is it a lot?"

Qin Ran asked.

He thought it was necessary for him to understand the value of coins in this world.

This is the quality a loner should have and has nothing to do with instinct.

"That's quite a lot for an ordinary person!"

"A brand new matchlock gun costs about 3 Kimpton, and a healthy and strong lumberjack earns about 8-10 copper grams for a normal day's work in Morsa on the border. A whole loaf of black bread there costs 6 copper grams. , it is more expensive in Etantinople, costing about 7 copper grams, of course, the salary of ordinary workers in Etantinople will also be higher."

“20 copper grams are exchanged for 1 silver sol, and 16 silver sol are exchanged for 1 Kimpton.”

"You can calculate how many copper grams my head is worth."

"And the Kimpton I'm planning to buy for the title of Lord is only 3,000."

Bol said with a wry smile.

8,000 silver soles.

160,000 copper grams.

Approximately equal to 26,666 whole loaves of brown bread.

Kieran, who was inexplicably sensitive to numbers, came up with the answer instantly.

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

“How much is my loot worth?”

Qin Ran asked seriously.

"It's about 70-80 Kimpton."

Bol was keenly aware of the change in Qin Ran's expression and immediately became serious.

"What about my prisoner?"

Qin Ran continued to ask seriously.

"It depends on whether there is a reward for him, but there are usually people like him, and he is still alive, so the number is definitely quite large."

Bol said this after considering it in detail.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Bol found that after he gave the answer, the 'Demon of Fire' seemed... to be in a very good mood?

Does he care how much money these trophies can be exchanged for?

No!

impossible!

How could the dignified ‘Demon of Fire’ care about ordinary currency.

There must be some secret that I haven't discovered!

With this thought, Bol began to look around carefully, trying to find differences.