The Second Coming of the Myth: I have obtained the blood of the Candle Dragon

Chapter 63
On top of a building, nine people stood.

The first one has a cropped head, a scar above his left eye, wears a flowered shirt, and has a tattoo of a wolf on his arm. He looks very social at first glance.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, "You can use your personal belongings, that's all you need for a realistic copy, and you don't need to set your identity."

"Brother Wang, it seems that this dungeon will become more difficult with time, should we act quickly?"

Someone spoke.

The inch-cut man Wang Xin pulled out a machete from the storage space, "Here are the things that the leader of the meeting wants. We waited here for a few days before we lined up this book, but it seems that there are some little mice mixed in. Let's put it first." Those two mice were done."

"Clear the venue? This county is not small, so it's a bit difficult to find those two people."

"The head of the meeting gave Lingchen, use that, and it will fall on the strange person and the feedback will be different from the monster, and it will be found soon."

"That's a human-level prop! Wouldn't it be a bit of a waste to use it in a dungeon of this difficulty?"

Wang Xin held a machete on the speaker's neck, with fierce eyes, "Give it to us for us to use. There are things related to the legendary beast hidden here. If you miss the meeting leader's business, you will die if you go out. If it is done!" Yes, the props are there."

As he spoke, he took out a white box from the storage space. After opening it, translucent dust rose up in the box and dispersed with the wind, flying from high places to all directions in the city.

They are neither from the academy nor from the holy religion, but belong to an organization called Tianxiahui, which has a certain scale, but in reality they belong to the kind that are chased and beaten by the academy and the holy religion.

If we use the classification of camps in the game, then the academy is good and lawful, the Holy Cult is neutral and lawful, and the world is evil and chaotic.

Wang Xin walked to the edge of the roof of the building, smelling the smell of blood in the wind, and the sinful atmosphere of the city rushed towards his face. He opened his hands intoxicated, "Come on, let's start our carnival."

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Crossing the street and walking into the central area of ​​the county, there are occasional noises.

This city is not devoid of human beings. Su Lin saw someone smash the glass of the supermarket and search inside, and also saw a man with a swollen face holding a kitchen knife and slashing wildly at the cold corpse.

Turning the corner and looking into the alley, a woman screamed and was torn off by two men.

"What are you looking at, little boy? Let's see you do it together!"

The two men wearing dirty clothes stared at Su Lin with a strange red eyes.

There are indeed still people alive in this city, but they have gone crazy.

Facing the man who threatened to fuck him and had already taken action and rushed towards him, Su Lin just smiled, raised his hand, and a pistol that looked like a silver killer appeared out of thin air.

When the gunshot rang out, he just turned slightly sideways, avoiding the fallen body.

And the other man just took out his dagger, and when he saw his companion fell, instead of being afraid, he also rushed up frantically.

boom--

Another shot, Su Lin turned and left, not looking at the woman lying on the corpse and starting to move.

This is a city shrouded in evil thoughts, and most of the living people are crazy.

Walking on the street, Su Lin looked at the blood characters on the buildings. Most of these blood characters were repetitive and crooked, but he could get a lot of information from them.

' Am I doing something wrong? '

'No, I'm not wrong! '

'why treat me like this! '

'I hate, I hate...'

'Am I shedding blood or tears? '

'My stomach hurts, it really hurts...'

'Damn you! '

'Everyone deserves to die! '

……

Su Lin found a motorcycle with the key still inserted, and drove through the city. He needed to collect more bloody information for in-depth speculation on the background of the story.

At the same time, his excellent memory was also comparing the difference between this city and the reality. After he turned around, he found an abnormal point.

The ground in the dungeon was dirty, as if it was covered with sticky blood. There were big blood writings on various buildings, but there was only one place that was relatively clean. There was neither sticky substance on the ground nor blood writing on the walls.

It was a very old community, and it looked like a dangerous building. The words on the sign at the door had been blurred by the erosion of time, but it could be vaguely seen that it said 'Happy Home'

Su Lin parked his motorcycle outside the community, and with a gun in his hand, he turned over from the iron fence.

After walking around two corners, he actually saw the crowd, and it looked like a normal crowd.

Like post-disaster relief camps, some are tents, some are temporary shelters built from broken cardboard boxes, where dozens of people gather to live.

After seeing Su Lin and the gun in his hand, these people looked at him with some vigilance, some ran back in horror, and some numbly lowered their heads and continued to do their own things.

"I'm not malicious, I just want to ask you something."

If someone can communicate, it is of course a good opportunity to obtain information. Su Lin does not want to waste too much time in this dungeon.

The reality dungeon is synchronized with the outside time, and every day the myth mall closes is a huge loss, so he is going to speedrun.

But after he put away his gun and explained, the people in front of him just became less frightened, and no one wanted to respond to him.

He is wearing contact lenses, which are investigative equipment produced by the mall, and he can see the attributes of creatures whose spirit is not higher than his own. The people here are indeed ordinary people.

Su Lin cautiously walked towards the crowd, walking through the rows of tents and piles of cardboard boxes. Some people were watching him, but most of them ignored Su Lin.

When he came to a doghouse-like cardboard box, he reached out from under the cardboard box and grabbed Su Lin's trousers.

Instinctively, he wanted to fight back vigilantly, or use Dimensional Exile, but he stopped after seeing the small head protruding from the cardboard box out of the corner of his eye.

"Big brother... Mao Mao is so hungry, can you give Mao Mao something to eat, Mao Mao can't eat that kind of blood bun."

It turned out that under the cardboard box was a three or four-year-old girl with a dirty face and wearing a similarly dirty pink skirt.

Su Lin was a little silent. He was an orphan. Before he was adopted by the Four Seasons Group's orphanage, he once begged on the street. Looking at this dirty little girl, he seemed to see himself as a child.

He took out a Snickers bar from the storage space and handed it to the little girl, making the people next to him jealous.

He wanted to see if he could trigger hidden missions or find clues among this group of people.

"I didn't expect to be a Holy Mother, oh, I'm about to Yue, who made him disappear from my sight?"

A man's voice sounded, jokingly.

Su Lin turned his head and looked behind him. That was the direction he came from. There was a man with an exaggerated expression, looking at him with a nauseous look.

At the corner behind the man, other people came out, nine in total.

He was being followed, but he didn't know how the other party found him, and these strangers didn't seem to be friendly to him.

The man's joking words, as well as the various eyes of those in the camp, made Su Lin smile.

"A ray of light shines into the iron tower, and the filth and filth in the iron tower is revealed, and this light is guilty."

He said mockingly, "It seems that I am out of place."

He took the initiative to walk forward, scanning the contact lens special equipment bought in the mall to check the attributes of the comer.

There were nine strangers in total. It was speculated that one or two of them had completed their job transfers and looked at him with clear murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)