Book of Gods and Demons

MiddleLand Glory Calendar, August 19, 1375, late at night.

The old wharf No. 2 of Tulum Port.

The violent wind swept the rainstorm, and set off huge waves on the sea. The waves hit the breakwater with a dull loud noise. The sound of wind, rain, waves, and thunderbolt all conceal all the movement made by the tiny humans in Tulum Harbor to disappear without a trace.

Thunder and lightning flashed by, and the bright electric light instantly illuminates the world.

The grimace shopkeeper is like an owl that haunts at night, traveling through the rain at an amazing speed. The spacious robe flies in the wind like wings, but it doesn't make any sound.

The air around him spins weirdly, countless raindrops hiding the sky and covering the earth smashed down, several feet away from his body, the raindrops are controlled by a feminine force, involuntarily The high-speed rotation of one after another arc in the air, rubbing the body of the shopkeeper with a grimace, and then returning to its original trajectory.

The grimace shopkeeper is like a ghost shadow. He walked through the rain curtain, but he didn't "distort" the rain curtain at all.

Old Wharf No. 2, this is the bulk cargo trading base of Tulum Port.

Rare goods from faraway continents overseas, such as tea, silk, cane sugar, porcelain, wood, rare and special products, etc., are worth tens of millions of pounds.

Bargaining, signing a contract, paying for the goods, delivering the goods, and occasionally the Chamber of Commerce internal mutual allocation, transfer of goods, and even large amounts of goods for huge mortgages, etc. Sometimes goods need to be stocked in the warehouse For months.

Near the second pier, huge warehouses are like rare beasts, crawling on the ground in black.

These warehouses are hundreds of feet long and wide, covering a large area. Some warehouses have a history of hundreds of years. They belong to the Chamber of Commerce, the Great Family, and some warehouses in Tulum Port. , Is the official public domain of Tulum Port City Hall.

The goods coming in and out here are not too frequent.

It's a bit remote here, and the area is huge.

Because they are all bulk goods, the quantity of goods is huge, so I am not afraid of street thieves. Give them one night, how many goods can they carry?

Moreover, behind the warehouses here are huge monsters like Vito's, Wells's, and Turing's. Which gang of thieves dare to come here to ask for wildfire?

For a long time, the care of the warehouse area of the old wharf No. 2 has become riddled with problems, and it is normal for people to float here. In this vast warehouse area, it is inevitable that some horrible things will happen.

Thunder and lightning flashed, lightning flashed across the night, and the warehouse area was pale.

In the huge warehouse area, several watchtowers dedicated to night watchmen are brightly lit, but there is no silhouette. In the corner of the warehouse area, in the small building where the night watchman rests, there are loud voices and the fragrance of wine and meat.

More than two hundred night watchmen in charge of guarding this warehouse are taking advantage of the good opportunity of the storm to have fun in the small building.

Drinking, gambling, for the bottom-of-the-nobody who hangs out at the dock, this is their most attractive spectacle leisure activity.

There were womens shrill laughter and screams in the small building. Through the glass windows, you could see the silhouettes swaying in several rooms. Dozens of men and women were entangled together, and there was a smog. A mess.

The ghost face shopkeeper stands on the vaulted roof of a large warehouse, with the tragic white smooth mask on his face, his hands in his sleeves, his eyes gloomily sweeping across the tall and short buildings one by one. warehouse.

"Kara No.9 Warehouse, West Third District." With the flashing lightning, the grimace shopkeeper soon found his goal.

With a sway of his body, he fluttered directly from the vault of the warehouse, traversed an arc, and landed on the roof of a warehouse more than two hundred feet away, and then his body shook and floated again. More than two hundred feet out.

The No. 9 warehouse in West Third District, which is a large storage warehouse under the name of the Kaban family.

What outsiders know is that this vaulted warehouse with a length of more than 500 feet and a height of 60 feet has three floors on the ground and one floor underground. The three floors on the ground store a large amount of pottery, wood and rum all year round, while the underground floor is occasionally used to hold the slaves hunted by the Kaban family from Black Continent.

The outer wall of this warehouse is thick, made of steel reinforced with volcanic ash cement. The thinnest part is three feet thick.

The exterior wall of the huge warehouse has only dozens of vents with the thickness of the bowl. There are thumb-thick steel bars inserted into such a small vent. I really don't know what this is preventing.

Except for the ventilation holes, only the south side of the No.9 warehouse is moved towards the sea, and there is a sliding door for people to enter and exit. Outside this metal sliding door that is ten feet high and twenty feet wide, stands a small, reinforced concrete structure.

Four tall and thin men with pale skin, curly hair, wearing short black cloaks, sat quietly in the small room. They were sitting around a small square table with sausages, smoked lamb's head, fried pork knuckles, and special snacks such as salted shark liver from Tulum Port.

In addition to these foods, there are more than a dozen glass wine bottles on the table. The bottles are filled with pungent high shochu.

The four men ate and drank silently, lifting the head from time to time, looking at the closed warehouse door through the glass window of the cabin.

A violent thunder'hong long long' rolled through the air, and a man suddenly chuckled: "Good weather, this kind of weather, my lord likes it the most."

< p>"The master's sacrifice will be successful." Another man clicked his mouth with regret: "It's a pity, among those little girls, some of them are exceptionally well-born. Why don't you let the brothers take a break?"

"Shut up..." A slightly older man sneered: "If you want to die, don't bring me bad luck. They are the reborn mothers of the master. The new body of the master will They are pregnant within the body...make you feel better first?"

The man lowered his voice: "You mean, do you want to be the father of the master in name?"

The four men showed weird smiles at the same time. They looked at each other, and then laughed happily after'he he he'.

This taboo, dangerous, and provocative topic of great character is obviously, within them, it is also an attractive spectacle leisure activity.

"Hah!" A man grabbed the wine bottle and shook it vigorously: "It's a pity, the little-women, Heinewei, you run too fast. If you can catch it smoothly Live with her, hehe, and the brothers can take a good time."

Another man gently sighed: "Who would have thought? I actually ran into those idiots. Although they are all highlanders, But it must be said that those guys who can only use knives and hacks are really complete idiots."

"If it weren't for a conflict with the followers of killing obsession, Henie Wei could not escape." The older man'Gudong, Gudong' took a few mouthfuls of shochu, his eyes were red, and he said with great regret: "Tsk, think about it, such a delicate and tender young lady, tusk...compared to Lily The women of the house...tee..."

The four men were silent, they raised their bottles one after another, pouring the spirits one by one.

As the drinks continued to enter the abdomen, there was a hazy gray mist surging behind the four men, and the sound was extremely slight, full of imaginable in the world, extremely filthy, extremely evil, extremely dirty Dirty, extremely nasty murmurs continued to emerge from the gray fog.

These words are full of evil forces that blaspheme all ethics and distort all morals.

The skins of the four men are slightly twisted. Their skins are like softened rubber, constantly highlighting each and every weird, soft insects like slugs. They are soft, slippery and sticky. Rune wrapped around his body.

A cool breeze rushed in from the crack in the cabin door.

The four men shivered at the same time, and then their bodies suddenly stiffened.

Their eyes were panicked and their eyes were stiff. They were not able to move even a little bit. They wanted to scream, but their facial muscles and tongue became stone-like. They struggled so hard that they couldn't make any movement at all.

The wooden door of the hut is half a foot thick, and there are two bolts of the thickness of arms behind the door. When the four men drink, the bolts are fastened.

The cool breeze kept coming in from the cracks in the door, and the two heavy door bolts seemed to be grasped by invisible hands. They slowly slid to the side, and then fell to the ground with two sounds.

The grimace shopkeeper walked into the small room lightly. He silently took out four half chi long ox hair needles from his sleeves and stuck them on the backs of the four men.

The bodies of the four men became more and more stiff, and their faces were covered with a layer of visible blue energy.

The grimace shopkeeper was satisfied and nodded, and then shook the head again: "Walking in the rivers and lakes, be careful, dont gutter over the boat."

He took out a finger-length The small hook knife, slowly and meticulously, cut the tendons of the wrists and heels of the four men, completely losing their ability to move.

The Blade Technique cut by the grimace shopkeeper was extremely delicate. He cut the tendons of four men, and there was no blood leaking from the wound.

Looking at the four desperate men, grimace shopkeeper satisfied and nodded, put away the small hook knife, broke their chins off, and looked into their mouths through the light Glanced.

"Very well, no denture sacs, I like your kind children like you." The grimace shopkeeper'chuckled' a few times, then took out a small medicine bottle and put it into their open mouth I flicked a little black powder into it.

"Now, dont worry...you sit here obediently, dont move, dont move. The poison just now, without my antidote, you will be poisoned in three hours Dead." The grimace shopkeeper smiled softly: "So be a good baby and sit here and wait for me to come back, okay?"

The grimace shopkeeper quietly walked out of the room, he even Closed the door very intimately.

The two door bolts that fell on the ground suddenly jumped up, and jumped back to their original positions twice, locking the door properly.

The four men listened to the sound of shopkeeper closing the door with grimace, and heard the movement of the door bolt, and they kept coming out of cold sweat.

The ghost face shopkeeper walked out of the hut and came to the sliding door of the No. 9 warehouse.

A violent thunder flashed past, and the grimace shopkeeper opened the door while the thunder was heard, opened a half-foot wide gap, and then flashed into the warehouse silently.

"Yaolu Street is the site of my grimace shopkeeper...you are looting my neighbors...this is too bad."

"Brat did something wrong, just Be punished...no matter who you are behind...you must understand the rules, right?"

"The rules...in this world, you can't have no rules!"