This Hero Is Scumbag

2022-02-22

Chapter 164 The Dagger-Ouroboros Plague

“The Bone…”

Looking at this picture made of white bones The words on the cast paper, Zhou Li seems to have thought of something. He opened the pure gold box on the side, and against the backdrop of velvet, a flawless pure silver dagger appeared in front of him.

Silver wards off evil spirits.

When Zhou Li touched the dagger with the black mist, a strange gilded snake pattern gradually condensed on the dagger blade, making people shudder.

“There is a piece of paper.”

Elma saw a white piece of paper in the middle of the box and pointed it to Zhou Li. Zhou Li, who was still observing the snake pattern, looked towards the interlayer, and then used the black mist to take out the paper and show it in front of the two of them.

“A parting gift.”

Looking at the paper with only four characters, Zhou Li understood that it was something left by the woman. From Elma’s description, we know that the woman’s identity is definitely not simple, and the feeling she brings to Elma is far more powerful and unpredictable than the gods. For what this existence leaves behind, although it cannot be completely trusted, Zhou Li is not ready to hide it.

After manipulating the black mist and placing the dagger in his hand, Zhou Li suddenly felt a coolness coming from the dagger and flowing into his mind. Before Zhou Li could respond, the snake pattern on the dagger suddenly solidified. A small black snake emerged from the tip of the dagger and wrapped around Zhou Li’s wrist. Then the snake head bit the snake’s tail, like a jade bracelet. Usually no sound.

Looking at what was not Mortal Grade on his wrist, Zhou Li was silent. He took out the hero exclusive from his waist, then opened a page and aimed at the dagger and the snake on his wrist.

([Unranked] Dagger: You can use it to solve weirdness)

([Unranked] Ouroboros Ring: This is just a bracelet, an ordinary bracelet )

The pattern of these two items is displayed exclusively for hero. It seems that the two items are ordinary and nothing special. But Zhou Li knows that these two things are definitely what he urgently needs right now. He tried to take off the bracelet, but no matter how hard he tried or used other abilities, the bracelet made of ouroboros was firmly fixed on Zhou Li’s wrist, completely motionless.

“What should I do?”

After seeing that Zhou Li didn’t want to wear the bracelet, Elma asked worriedly, “Will this have any effect?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t like this kind of stuff of unknown origin.”

Zhou Li, who always felt a little uncomfortable, twisted his neck, and then put the bracelet thing on temporarily. aside. He picked up the dagger, then looked towards the bone paper with the skeleton written on the side. Although no one told him, Zhou Li just felt that putting the dagger on the bone paper was the right move.

Raising his hand, he dropped it, the dagger inserted into the wooden table.

“From now on, neither you nor I should touch this dagger.”

Zhou Li looked at the dagger that was deep into the wooden table, pressed down his trembling right hand, and calmly faced Elma Said: “Just put it here, the black mist will take care of it.”

“But…”

Elma took a step back, frowned slightly, and asked worriedly : “It wouldn’t be a solution to keep it here, it’s not Magnum, we’re always negligent.”

“You’re right.”

Zhou Li nodded, then he took out the communicator, pressed the button, and put it beside his ear.

“Detective Folders? Do you have anything to do?”

After the communicator answered, Roja’s voice came from the microphone. Zhou Li cleared his throat and said to the other end of the communicator: “Captain Roja, do you have any assignments now?”

“The church has been taken over by a special team, and now I have nothing to do. Official mission.”

“Okay, I have something to ask you.”

“Please speak.”

Zhou Li glanced at the dagger beside him , the right hand was slightly lifted, the dagger was rolled up by the black mist and put into the box. After doing this, Zhou Li said to Roja:

“I want to see that werewolf.”

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In the chaotic alleyways, wandering The dog kept looking for food in the garbage heap. It walked in the mud, sniffing the foul smell in the air with its nose, trying to find the leftovers left by humans to feed its stomach.

Suddenly, in the strong smell of alcohol, the stray dog smelled a trace of blood. This moment aroused the wildness of the wolf dog, and it frantically found the source of the blood-reeking qi smell – a corpse wrapped in rags.

No one knows why the corpse appeared in this alley, but no one cares. Because as long as the discerning eye can see, the identity of this corpse is very low. The swelling, the blisters, and the scars from hunger, the tattered palms exposed in the rags, all tell others about the lowness of this corpse.

In this roaring country of machines, the most indispensable thing is people who freeze to death or starve to death on the roadside. Sometimes they die because of high-intensity work, and some people have to stop working because of injuries, and finally fall into an endless cycle and die sadly. Without exception, no one would care about the corpse of this kind of death.

But dingoes care. It took a bite without the slightest hesitation on its bare palm, and then began to nibble on every piece of meat it took.

However, what it didn’t notice was that when the wild dog bit its palm off, the corpse was not bleeding red blood, but a kind of strong viciousness that made people look at it at a glance. Painful greenness.

The wild dog kept eating, and after a while, it was full.

It raised its head and looked at the corpse that gradually stood up, covered in green liquid, and kept wagging its tail like a puppy that found its owner, indicating to the “people” who provided it with food. loyalty.

The corpse leaned down, the palm of which only a few bones remained, and gently touched the half-corroded skull of the wild dog. After getting an excited response from the wild dog that had vomited out its internal organs, the corpse stood up and walked staggeringly out of the alley.

Oh yeah, almost forgot.

He extended the hand, green blood oozing from the burnt arm, and fell to the ground. The corpse looked at the gradually dispersing green mist, and the cut mouth was slightly raised, as if laughing or crying.

I died of the plague.

I am the source of the plague.

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In a mountain tribe in the Alps ten kilometers away from Jordan, a humble stone house stood in the fierce snowstorm. Through the glass glued to the paper, a silver-haired man wearing black leather armor sat on a reclining chair, shaking his body leisurely.

“en?”

The man suddenly stopped the reclining chair, sat up straight, and looked in the direction of Jordan as if he was observing something. After a while, the leisurely look on the man’s face was swept away, replaced by a solemn expression.

When the man noticed the absolute Death Aura, he immediately left the reclining chair, opened the door, stood still in the cold wind, closed his eyes, the energy in his body kept boiling, and after a while, the man opened his eyes , with a look of astonishment on his face.

“Plague? He’s still alive?”

(end of chapter)