“Tick, tick.”

In the dark and damp sewer, countless corpses were chopped into pieces and discarded at will.

No one cares about the identity of these people, nor will anyone go to such disgusting places to check the cause of death of the corpse.

"Squeak squeak."

Rats ran around in the sewer, and they were in groups looking for carrion and maggots.

And here, there is a corpse, half of his face was chewed, and the remaining ones were already swollen and could not see what he looked like before his birth.

But if Iotina was here, she would definitely be able to recognize her identity.

This corpse is Iotina's father, the innocent fisherman who was killed by the Sgrote family.

He was not as lucky as Andy's uncle, and was rescued by Lu Wei's family, and Bai Luo brought him to Aden.

Although the treatment is far inferior to Iotina, he was not damaged by miracle power. He asked the tree elves to heal, and then the witches used a physical magic to recover soon.

Seeing is fate, let alone being saved by Huang Quan.

What she rescued was naturally equivalent to Bai Luo's rescue.

So for the "Andy" mentioned by the old man, Bai Luo sent an order to the children and shared his appearance with them.

Andy did not do evil, she was a simple, kind boy.

Regardless of whether he has the talent to adapt to miracles or not, at least his character is good, Bai Luo thinks it is fine.

The old man and Andy took the risk to inform Iotina and her father to leave. What a courage. And Bai Luo wanted to conquer Iotina, sooner or later she would be Bai Luo's man.

In this case, it is natural to help your family pay off their debts.

What's more, who knows whether the mission of the tenth page of miracle that popped up in the black book would be to save this uncle and nephew.

Bailuo and Iotina have little feelings. Now he is considering more interests, which is a new miracle.

"Gelala."

Suddenly, the originally quiet sewer channel sounded an extremely strange sound at this moment.

It is a bit like a person slapping in the mud, and the bones are rubbing and colliding, making a giggle, making the scalp numb and numb.

This sound echoed and echoed in the entire sewer.

"If you have grudges, if you have grudges, if you have grudges, you have revenge..."

"By blood, and fight for life."

Misty kept pouring into the sewer, and in this mist, Leon's voice gradually came.

"squeak!!!"

A mouse crawling on the corpse was squeezed and exploded by rotten bone hands.

The bodies moved, and they stood up from the mud staggeringly.

When they opened their eyes, the eyes with only the whites were creepy. Their throats and chests continued to contract and bulge, making hoarse and depressing "hehe" sounds.

"Child, child, child..."

The man had only half of his head left, but he still made a sound, constantly chanting the word with difficulty.

"Hiss~~hiss~~"

It felt the flow of the wind, so it staggered towards the exit of the sewer, and like it, there were a large number of staggering figures like zombies.

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"Waste! Waste! All waste!!"

In the slave farm, a slave trader was holding a burly man.

The man broke one of his arm and was bleeding.

However, his master still kicked his wound hard, and his hard leather boots rubbed against the wound, causing unimaginable severe pain, causing the man to wail in pain.

"Do you know how much money I have paid for you, trash, you trash!"

The man gritted his teeth and glared at the slave owner. This scene was also seen by his master: "You dare to glare me? A dog dares to glare me?"

"puff!!"

In anger, the slave owner pulled out the sword from his waist and stabbed it at the other party's neck.

Without resistance or last words, the man fell into a pool of blood and completely lost his life.

"Come on, drag him down!"

After the slave owner said that the slaves who should have been surrounded immediately did not appear, and even the entire slave market was much quieter than usual.

"Where are you dead?!"

The slave owner scolded him dissatisfiedly, and at the same time turned around, he found that it was pitch black behind him, and it was empty.

"What's going on?"

Why are there no one, where are people?

The slave owner has always had strong mercenaries and sword fighters guarding each other. Otherwise, how could he beat the slaves at will? Aren’t he afraid of them rebelling?

But now, people are gone.

No matter how much he shouted or scolded, no one answered him.

[Revenge if you have hatred, revenge if you have grudges!]

[By blood and blood, and life will be counteracted!]

"What sound?"

"Who is speaking?!"

"come out!!"

The slave owner had never encountered such a thing before. He shouted loudly: "Pretend to be a god and get out of here!"

“…”

Quiet, dead silence.

This is the underground of the arena, connecting the slave market, dark and cold.

But this place will never be deserted, because a large number of dealers, guests and slaves will never suddenly become deserted like this.

"Hehe!"

Suddenly, the sound of bone collisions came from behind the slave owner, and he quickly turned around and said, "What sound?"

The slave owner felt a little palpitations for a moment. He kept checking around and finally focused his eyes on the corpse.

"Bang!"

"ah!!!"

The touch from his feet made the slave owner collapse to the ground. He gasped and looked at the figure twisting in the pool of blood with disbelief.

"I don't want to die..."

A large number of maggots surged out from the wound that was pierced through the man, his eyes opened on his exposed skin, and kept turning: "Why kill me?"

"Smack!"

The bones were broken, and sharp spurs penetrated the twisted corpse, forming a skeleton.

And when the original broken arm came out, three twisted black arms grew out of it, which was extremely terrifying.

What's this?

What's this?!

Looking at the figure standing up from the darkness in front of him, it clamped its head to the side of his waist, the slave owner felt that his worldview had been subverted.

When a person dies, he kills him with his own hands.

Why do you still stand up?!

"Medical, has anyone given me a medicine? When? What medicine is it?"

The slave owner kept kicking his legs, trying to kick the other party's arm away.

Hallucination!

This must be an illusion!

Absolutely an illusion!

"Crash!"

However, before the slave owner calmed down, the headless man had already pinched his abdomen and ankles with his three arms, and then dragged it into the air.

"puff!"

The broken right leg fell to the ground, and blood splattered.
To be continued...