Blood of Mercury

A mountain man in a hurry, as if he caught sight of something, suddenly stopped in front of old Noe's blanket.

"Guest, what do you want to buy?"

But old Noe's husky voice went unanswered. The mountain man stared straight at it as if his eyes were suddenly drawn away by something.

Noe squinted his short-sighted eyes, raised his stiff neck with difficulty, and looked at the strange man with cloudy brown pupils.

Red hair and red eyes, standard mountain people. His face, which could be described as beauty, was listless at the moment, and his eyes were empty and deep.

His skin was tanned to a healthy wheat color, and some of his slightly longer hair was **** in a ponytail and left behind casually. The dark-eyed man could vaguely see the inconspicuous scar from the corner of his eyes. The muscles on his body were quite well-proportioned but not bulky. At first glance, he had carefully tempered his body.

Seeing the heavy sword behind him again, the identity of this person is already revealed——

From his empty eyes, he could tell that this was a utterly failed guardian, or an assassin who killed the wrong man. According to the body type, it seems that the former is more likely.

Under the strong protection, his master was easily killed by the enemy but he was fine. It did make these guardians feel like they had no love for life. Every year, there are guardians who die because of this reason. Noe could see that the boy's eyes had completely lost its luster, as if the meaning of his life had been wiped out.

This is a look that is ready to die and ready to kill.

Young people are impulsive.

Noe couldn't help shaking his head.

To tell the truth, no matter how big the hurdle is, it will be better in two days. Noe has lived so long, he has seen it through long ago. No one can live if the knife is slashed in the neck, and if a sword is stabbed in the heart, no one can live with such a wound.

But apart from this force majeure, there is simply no reason to die.

They were not killed by other people, nor were they killed by the world - the one who killed them was themselves. They bought their own swords, polished them themselves, prayed for themselves, and stabbed them in their own chests and abdomens. It was them who killed them from beginning to end, no one else was to blame.

The reason why he is vigilant about this kind of thing is because old Noe has encountered this kind of person who suddenly stopped in front of his stall more than once, and then bought a knife, dagger or poison and killed himself on the spot.

Although it appears to be selling groceries. But in fact Noe sells "red goods". The so-called red goods refer to those things with personal characteristics that Bloodfinger kills and can't get rid of from the corpse, and there are also those old clothes that Bloodfinger discards after a disguised identity and sells it at a reduced price. Because the main source of supply is **** fingers, most of the things sold are things that those guys with **** fingers have touched. So call them red goods.

Red goods merchants like Noe usually work part-time as corpses. If someone commits suicide in front of Noe, Noe has to dispose of his body and bury him in exchange for taking what was on him.

But Noe was already tired of it.

Watching these young people kill and die for various inexplicable reasons. As if going mad. Old Noe felt sad just looking at it.

"I can sell you anything you want, poison. Okay, daggers... oh, you don't seem to use it. But don't die in front of my stall, and don't make a fuss with me, lad," Nuo said. Ai said in an awkward Farraro accent, "I just ask, don't dirty my booth, you know. Every time I want to wash it out..."

"how much is this?"

However, the mountain boy squatted down and stretched out his hand towards an inconspicuous iron mask.

He clasped the mask with his strong five fingers, made a gesture in front of his face, and nodded with satisfaction after realizing that the size seemed to be about the same.

He didn't bargain or wait for Noe to quote the price. He just took out three silver coins and threw them on the ground: "Is the price enough?"

Noe raised his brows and smiled noncommittally in a low voice: "Almost."

"That's the price."

The mountain man took out his pocket, and then threw the last two silver coins and seven or eight copper coins on the ground. Then pick up the mask and leave without stopping.

In fact. Akakaji flower already has the will to die.

He didn't actually tell Roland about his plans just now - he never intended to remove the bandages of the wounded to see if there were any bloodstains inside.

In order to prevent fish from slipping through the net, Akakaji Flower planned to kill all the bandaged people from the beginning.

Exactly - all.

Bloodstains must not spread. Akakaji Flower realized its danger when she saw the introduction of this plague.

It was a real catastrophe that could threaten the world.

Just in case, Akakaji Hana had to wrap everyone with bandages on their bodies. Even all the wounded and even those who had contact with them were all killed, not a single one remained. Only in this way can it be guaranteed that Farara will not be completely wiped out because of the Akakaji flower... His parents and younger brother can survive such a terrible plague.

In order not to be discovered immediately, or at least to preserve the possibility of escape, Akakaji needs a mask. As for buying a mysterious looking iron mask, it was just a coincidence.

Just as he was passing by. His eyes were suddenly drawn to the mask. Thinking that it is useless to carry money with the dying person, I used all the money left after buying the cloak to buy an iron mask that looked useless.

Richello didn't have a Druid, and Akakajika didn't need to deceive the Druid with an enchanted mask, he only needed to deceive the Marquis of Saya.

But at this moment, Akakaji Hana's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He just realized a very cruel thing: those who were rescued by him and Roland are now also wearing bandages.

It was they who dug these people out of the rubble and handed them over to the healers to help deal with their injuries.

If you follow the way of thinking just now...

Akakaji flower couldn't help trembling for a moment: "That is to say..."

"... Those poor people who were finally rescued and passed by from the brink of death, those who have already thanked me, do I want to kill them again?"

No one answered him. But the answer is obviously very clear.

Like a suffocated fish, Akakaji flower opened her mouth weakly, but didn't say anything.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, his back became hunched. His face was haggard, and the last bit of anger gradually dissipated.

With an expressionless face, he slowly took down a standard Carrard slashing sword from behind, and silently put the iron mask on his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ put the cloak on his body, and put the crimson red behind him. long hair blocked.

"what……"

He murmured something in a hoarse voice that others couldn't understand, and threw a sword flower in his hand, and the action changed from jerky to skilled.

At this moment, without any warning, a golden beam of light suddenly fell outside the city.

Just when everyone turned their attention, they did not see a girl with an iron mask and a black cloak rushing out of the corner, and a young girl with a broken arm with a smile of the rest of her life on her face. The throat was cut off directly.

When they noticed this, the girl's corpse had stopped convulsing, and in the slit throat, the blood gushing like a fountain gradually stopped.

The people around were just dumbfounded. He didn't even react, he could only watch the black-robed butcher take a few steps forward silently with the sword in his hand, and smashed an old man's head with a neat sword.

Finally, panic, fury and chaos erupted on the fringes of the disaster zone. (To be continued.)