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Chapter 122 I offer you...the destined death

Warm sunlight shines on the wooden floor in the room from outside the window.

It was obviously a bright spring afternoon.

However, at this warm time, in a narrow and dark room, someone was gently picking up an ancient mirror.

Gently brushing away the dust on the mirror, the man took a deep breath, finally trembling, and pressed his hand on the mirror.

The doors and windows of the room were closed, and the weather was bright and sunny, but there was no noise at all.Only the wind made the curtains rustle, and a muttered voice chanted to himself.

"Unknown great existence, please listen to my prayer..."

The slender woman knelt in front of the mirror and muttered: "Please help me, save me."

When she said these words, her voice trembled, and she would look back subconsciously from time to time.

As if he was afraid of something rushing in from behind, his eyes were full of fear.

But even so, she still gritted her teeth and lowered her voice: "Please show mercy and save me and those poor people."

"Please kill that one..."

Before she could finish.

Behind her, a foot suddenly kicked open the wooden door of the house.

It was so powerful that it even broke the old rotten lock on the door.

The sawdust wiped away the woman's cheek, carrying the fierce wind, leaving a long blood mark directly on her skinny, sallow face.

"Alas?!"

An unsyllable scream of terror came from the woman's mouth.

She immediately retreated, knelt on the ground and began to kowtow desperately.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

The bright red blood spread from the focal point on her forehead to the surrounding areas, turning the ground into a strange blush.

But she didn't seem to notice it, and she was still kowtowing desperately, as if she couldn't feel the pain at all.

Or... the fear she felt at the moment had overwhelmed her perception of pain!
And directly behind her.

The person who kicked the door slowly retracted his foot.

Then, the sound of gentle and gentle footsteps on the ground came closer and closer.

When approaching that woman.

That leg didn't even hesitate for a second.

He directly kicked the woman's throat hard.

"Uh……!"

The neck twisted sideways in a strange direction.

The woman who was still kowtowing desperately to apologize suddenly went dark.

Then her head flew into the air and was completely separated from her body.

The whole process was reaching its extreme. Within the time limit that humans could not react, her body and head were separated and she collapsed to the ground.

Then blood flowed freely.

Along with the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, there was a deep voice: "It's really crazy."

"It seems that you still have some problems with the management of slaves. You actually let these insect-like things get into the courtyard. It seems that you are too slack, brother?"

Hear this.

A man suddenly knelt on the ground: "It's my mismanagement, brother! Please give me another chance. I swear that I will never have any chance to enter here except you!"

Then there was the sound of being slapped desperately: "I deserve death, I betrayed your trust. I should be eaten by mutant creatures, I should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!"

"Please, give me another chance. I will never do this again, absolutely not!"

Those slaps were heavy and terrifying.

If a human were to hit him like this, he would probably be bruised and bleeding in just a few blows.

But that person just hit himself.

Again and again, without any pause.

After a moment.

The deep voice sounded again: "Where are the words?"

The voice seemed surprised: "We are brothers. You have never betrayed my trust. I love you just like the other people in the shelter."

The clapping stopped, as if someone stopped it.

"Go back quickly. Since a slave can escape, it means someone has betrayed us."

"It's really sad. It seems like one of our brothers is no longer on the same path as us."

Sighing, the man said: "In that case, let him go on his way."

"The road of life always bifurcates, and only those with the same mind can move forward side by side. But since someone is tired of it, it seems it is time to say goodbye to him."

"Cut off his limbs and throw them into the mutant corpses. Remember, let the other brothers see it. Tell them that I am very sad about this, but we are the only ones who want to survive in this world. Let’s work together and work together as one.”

"This is also the purpose of the establishment of our 'Lixin Society'."

heard.

A voice with suppressed excitement sounded: "Yes, big brother!"

Then there was the sound of a man rushing out of the house.

And after that voice.

The man who was previously called "Big Brother" seemed to be stroking his chin: "But it's strange to say it."

"You obviously had a chance to escape, but you broke into this place. Is it because you thought there was something to rely on here?"

Footsteps from far to near.

"Let me see what your last resort is... Ha, I found it."

A gloved hand appeared in the mirror.

Then, the big brother's appearance completely revealed his appearance.

This is a middle-aged man who looks quite elegant and handsome. He has deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, gentle eyes like a teacher, and a pretty beard.

At this moment, he was holding a mirror and looking up and down: "So, this is what the bug thinks it relies on?"

"Interesting, it seems that she thinks this can help her get revenge. Is it a cursed item that can be used to curse me to death, or does she want to use this to destroy the entire shelter?"

With a chuckle, he put the mirror in front of him.

Then he put his hand on the mirror.The power of pollution flowed from his fingers.

This form of power is very strange.

It's more primal, more violent, and more...weird.

If someone from the future were here in person, they would probably exclaim when they saw this energy.

Because this feeling of pollution is not only like pure transcendence, but also more like... the pollution caused by forbidden knowledge.

Or to be more precise.

This is pollution, quite primitive!

Submerge this energy into the mirror in front of you.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly.

He seemed to have discovered something interesting. His eyes were no longer as gentle as before, but instead showed a little interest: "Interesting."

"Is this the legendary mirror?"

Arrange the mirror in front of you.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "I finally understand why that bug didn't run away, but relied on this mirror."

This is indeed a quite terrifying artifact.

Although it only existed in legends in the past, the middle-aged man did not expect that this legendary prop would actually appear in his treasure house.

It seemed like a blessing.

It was proof that he was destined to make his sanctuary and dominate this wasteland.

Thinking of this.

The smile on his face became increasingly difficult to hide, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

This kind of expression can almost be called "ecstasy" for someone like him who is good at expression management.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man arranged the mirror.

Then he clasped his hands together, and instead of kneeling down, he gently bowed towards the mirror.

"The Lord of Truth who is lost in nothingness, the incarnation of the contract who falls into silence."

His voice was gentle: "Listen to my request and make a contract with me."

"I will give you freedom, and you will give me true knowledge. If you agree to this deal, then appear in front of me, open your treasure house, and let me choose the knowledge I need."

The middle-aged man whispered: "In the name of me, 'Hunter' Yamashita - mutual benefit and mutual union."

The voice fell.

The mirror in front of me is an ancient and ancient mirror.

Like the ripples of water flowing.
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"In my name, 'Hunter' Yamashita."

Listening to the voice in the mirror, Chen Qing's eyebrows knitted together.

This was the first time he encountered such a rude contractor.

Although he himself knew that he was a Sequence Nine who was dying, but among those people he met in the past, which one was not respectful and called great?
However, the man in front of me was not to mention respectful.

Chen Qing even felt that he was looking at him condescendingly.

None of the sacrificial rites he mentioned were praises or offerings, but rather seemed to be alms to a prisoner in jail.

This guy still uses the word "give".

Not to mention, this guy's behavior when he kicked the woman's head off, and the words he said.

In just this period of time, Chen Qing was already determined.

The guy in front of me is a cruel, cruel and cruel madman.

"This is the worst person to trade with."

Chen Qing sighed.

Not just because the other party has no respect.

Even if he is disrespectful, it doesn't matter. Even if he is arrogant, it will not affect Chen Qing before the disaster.

The main reason is that people with this kind of personality often have no spirit of contract.

"And people from this camp are obviously chaotic and evil. It may have a negative effect on my reputation..."

Like a sword.

If placed in the hands of a righteous person, it will be a magical tool that everyone admires and wants to obtain.

But if it is placed in the hands of an evil person, it will be a "magic sword" that bites countless people and has unknown conflicts.

Although human character cannot be distinguished simply by justice and evil.

But we have to admit that the same thing will often be labeled in the hands of people with different stances.

And Chen Qing didn't want to turn himself into an evil prop.

If this is the case, many people may tremble when they see them in the future and think carefully before using them.

So how many potential trading partners will this reduce?

What's more, Chen Qing didn't like the guy in front of him with his attitude of killing people without blinking an eye.

Although he doesn't think he is a good person, he still needs to have the most basic three views.

Even if it needs to be analyzed in detail based on specific future conditions.

But treating a slave like this is obviously not a trading partner worthy of deep friendship.

Chen Qing felt that it would be quite troublesome to do business with such a person.

To be serious, the other party may even seek the deeper secrets of the ancient mirror.

He might even imprison the ancient mirror for a lifetime, preventing anyone else from mastering it.

This is not a good thing and is completely contrary to Chen Qing's requirements.

"So, what I have to do is very clear."

Looking at the mirror in front of him, Chen Qing took a deep breath.

Let's agree to this man's request to prevent him from leaving him alone somewhere. At the same time, he is looking for new contractors, and then he will collect information and train new contractors at the same time.

of course.

The person who signed the contract cannot be the "truth"!
Chen Qing was not confused to this extent.

　There are still two more [-] in the evening, so I would have finished it yesterday.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)