Chapter 37: Belloberg's Back Alley

"Wow! What a handsome sister!"

When he saw the woman, Sanyueqi couldn't help but exclaimed.

This made Xing a little confused.

Could it be that Sanyueqi had a rock dream before?

"Broken?"

Xing asked.

"Yes, you can feel it and see, it's cold, I'm planning to fix it."

The woman smiled faintly, and suddenly remembered that she had something to say.

"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Xiluwa, I'm the owner of this mechanical house, you can find me if there are any broken equipment, but I don't guarantee that I'm interested in repairing it."

Hearing this, Sanyueqi hurriedly shook his hand.

"No, no, I'm just a little curious about this heater."

"Heater. Curious? Isn't this just an ordinary earth marrow heater, there are everywhere in the administrative district."

Looking at the three people in doubt, Xiluwa hasn't reacted yet.

Isn't this thing very common here?

Seeing that Xiluwa didn't understand, Xing explained calmly.

"We are new here, and everything we see is new."

"New here?"

Shiluwa's tone showed obvious surprise.

The lower district must know that there is a geothermal heater, and the upper district should not be unaware of the heater, so there is only one truth.

These three people are from the world outside of Beloberg.

But.

Isn't Jeppard guarding the border of Beloberg?

Suddenly, a light bulb flashed in her mind, and she remembered what a big guy told her today.

"Ah, I know! I heard from a guard who didn't keep his mouth shut that several "outsiders" met with Cocolia--you are you?"

Shiluwa said in surprise.

"This is really a rare guest! Come on, come on, whether it's a heater or anything else, sister will have a good chat with you~"

"Lord, what would you like to eat tonight?"

After checking his program, there was no mistake, and Sambo's current silent state is Bosan.

"Master, please change your name. It sounds weird."

This pitiful expression plus a black and white maid outfit, even if you know that Sangbo is a man, who can resist this weak master.

"Yes, sir, what do you want me to call you?"

It has to be said that as long as the joyful destiny is in the state, it is top-notch.

"You can just call me master in normal times. By the way, I can see that you still have your own things to arrange. If you want to perform a show, just let it go."

Sir? It doesn't sound right. Young Master? There is no one above my head, so let's call him master.

When Bo Sang heard Lingkong say this, his heart trembled.

Could it be! ? Doesn't the Lord of Pleasure want himself! ?

No.

No.

The Lord of Pleasure is affirming his own show!

Yes, Sangbo, you are so stupid.

If a performance is not carefully prepared, is it still a perfect performance?

The Lord of Pleasure is teaching you!

What's more, the master must have his own things to do. If I stay here, I might really cause trouble for the master.

"Yes, sir, I will follow your arrangements."

"Yes."

After telling Sangbo not to be timid, Lingkong decided to go out for a walk.

So he went to Sangbo's closet to find a decent set of clothes to wear.

It's so troublesome to use sleight of hand to interfere with other people's sight.

Although I can change a set of clothes with a snap of my fingers.

But this way, it's so tasteless.

After changing into a set of thick clothes with the characteristics of Beloberg and asking some precautions, Lingkong started to go out.

"This is the seventh block."

Thinking of the notice he saw before, Lingkong didn't expect that he actually lived in the territory of the Wallace family.

In addition, the gold pocket watch that Sangbo gave him.

Lingkong had some reasons to suspect that Sangbo had stolen someone else's gold watch at some point, and then returned it to the person, directly brushing a wave of favorability.

Although he could go to the Wallace family according to the address in the notice, Lingkong looked at the sky.

It is estimated that Wallace is still strolling on the street.

While strolling around, Lingkong also caught a glimpse of the three of March Seventh entering a hotel.

But he shrugged his shoulders.

Let's leave the office to the three of them.

Walking all the way to the vicinity of the Golden Opera House, Lingkong frowned.

"No."

There is something wrong around.

This thing is a bit evil.

With an unchanged expression on his face, Lingkong slowly climbed onto the platform in front of the Golden Opera House.

As Lingkong approached, the discomfort intensified.

Soon, he locked his eyes on an alley next to the theater.

"Is it. This?"

Without opening the Eye of Truth, everything in front of him was so real, but the sense of disobedience could not deceive him.

Lingkong's mouth corners slightly raised.

"Interesting."

When Lingkong approached, a terrified man suddenly ran over the iron railing leading to the back alley.

"Help! Help me!"

The man stretched out one hand and waved it at Lingkong.

What surprised Lingkong was that he was not the only one here. There were also other people resting on the platform.

But they didn't notice this side.

"No secondary space was created. There was no problem with the people. Forcibly shielding the memory to achieve the effect of invisibility? This is really a place full of disasters. Is this the Rift? It feels like this place is about to become a ghost town."

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"Hahaha. They can't find me. Those messy footsteps. And that damn laughter."

Without warning, a person suddenly became crazy right in front of him.

Ling Kong was very familiar with this scene.

It was not uncommon to see poor people who were polluted before.

"They. They're coming! It's my turn. I'm next!"

I watched helplessly as the man rushed into the bottomless back alley next to the theater.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this would be a fear that touches the depths of the soul, but Lingkong did not take this seriously.

Seeing normal pedestrians walking by in the back alley, he blinked, and everything in front of him suddenly dissipated like bubbles, revealing the real thing.

The brand new iron railings disappeared and were replaced by railings covered with wriggling flesh sprouts.

The scene in the back alley also changed suddenly, and Lingkong also saw the man he just met.

His head was wrapped in a pile of rotten flesh, and his body was gradually assimilated. The people walking around were just deformed monsters one after another, with just a human face.

There are broken cracks everywhere in the space, and no one knows where these cracks are connected.

Maybe it happened to be connected to a weird place.

Dimensions are things that even the Star Gods have not thoroughly studied.

"Hey, it seems I still have to work overtime."

Noticing Lingkong's gaze, several monsters began to walk towards Lingkong.

"Hello. Welcome to the back alley of Belloberg."

"Do you want to join us? You can get everything here."

With a thought, his fingertips ignited a ball of green flame, and flicked it towards the ground covered with flesh sprouts. In an instant, the violent flames seemed to have tasted accelerant and began to burn more violently. Wherever it passed, monsters The wailing continued.

"No! No! Sir! Please!"

Ignoring the wailing, he simply dealt with it, turned around and walked towards home.

"Crack. Pseudoman. Memory. Hey. March 7th. Didn't you realize that there is something wrong with this world?"

The seemingly calm upper area also has undercurrents.

There are so many places to explore in this world.

There is a back alley theme, and it seems that we can try it tonight. Can we support the little brother Wallace to rise to the top?

Remembering the smell of the meat sprouts, Lingkong felt it for a moment. Has this city been invaded to this extent?

The Star God will not care about this tiny place, judging from the spread of the Star Core and the extent of the invasion of these weird things.

Beloberg. Just a world forgotten by God.