Even in summer, there will be small towns in the north where ice and snow have not yet disappeared.

Distant mountains are covered with snow.

The town is sunny and warm.

The sun is not so hot, but it is warmer than the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

A remote village in Norway, a 20-minute drive from the nearest town.

Remote does not mean remoteness. It can be seen that this place was a fishing village before, which was abandoned for some reason. The fishing boats were covered with shellfish and were randomly placed on the beach, and were decorated into a tourist attraction.

Like such small scenic spots, there are many in the northern country.

At a fishing pier by the sea, a teenager was fishing, and a burly and ugly guy stood next to him.

The boy had orange hair and his eyes were very lively, but his eyes were staring at the sea and never glanced behind him.

It’s already very pleasant to stop here, let alone fishing.

It’s just that some people can’t appreciate the fun of fishing, such as the burly and ugly guy.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

After holding it in for a long time, he finally spoke.

"fishing."

“What is fishing?”

"..." The boy looked back with dissatisfaction, "This is fishing."

"But...what is the fish?"

The boy angrily fell off the fishing rod: "Freak uncle, who are you? I have been following me all night, and I can call the police to arrest you."

The burly and ugly guy scratched his tickling: "My name is Hayquin, Hayquin Titan."

The boy rubbed his temples: "Is there no fish in the Aegean Sea, Titan?"

The Titan is a Greek god, and the Aegean Sea is adjacent to Greece, so the boy thought that the Hayquin Titan should come from there.

But the other party didn't know the Aegean Sea, but was still looking at him in confusion.

Hayquin sat next to the boy: "The smell on you is very special..."

"Thank you, the taste is even more special. It's like canned herring."

Hayquin still didn't understand what the other party was saying, but it didn't matter anymore.

He rudely pulled the boy's fishing line. The bait was a burly man. If it weren't for his chain tattoo, Hayquin might not have recognized him.

‘Death Crime’ Heiwan!

The host of the Ten Dead City.

At this moment, he was beaten into an uninhabited shape and tied to the fishing line as bait.

Hayquin found that there were more than a dozen wounds above his neck, and his head was almost circumcised with sharp weapons, but even so, the "Dead Cell" was still not dead. The fine chains on both sides of the wound were sewing his wounds.

"Haequin..."

The eyelids of the ‘Dead Cell’ were swollen in a line, and blood kept dripping, showing a miserable smile, "Kill me..."

Hayquin touched the butcher knife in his waist, but the orange-haired boy was unhappy: "This is my bait, you have no right to kill him."

Hayquin looked over, and the boy spread his five fingers hard, then clenched his fist, his expression a little eager to try.

In the end, Hayquin gave up, not because he was afraid, but because he might feel impolite.

"Little boy, I came yesterday when I heard the sound. He should have been my prey." Hayquin said word by word.

"I found you yesterday. But...so what? I took him away first." The boy raised his eyebrows.

"What's your name?"

“Asazel.”

"Very good, Azazel, I really won't show any mercy when I meet again next time."

Hayquin said that, turned around and left.

On the fishing platform, Azazler, who was less than twenty years old, fiddled with his hair and blew the sea breeze, shouting from afar: "Titan, are you strong?"

“Very strong!”

"I'm very strong too!" The boy was full of energy, and a young girl came to the dock and put on her clothes.

"But you are still young." replied from a distance.

"So what if you are young?"

"I've seen many hosts, all of them are very strong, but they are too young, so they are not very strong."

The boy wondered: "What is the host? And since they are very strong, why are they not strong?"

"Because they haven't lived enough yet! They dare not fight to the death."

The boy was still waiting to ask questions, and suddenly he heard the harsh friction in the air. The sound seemed very familiar, like the roar of a cracked glacier, like the wailing of a broken ship, like cutting, like separation, like a prelude to the arrival of death!

The boy's eyes widened, and a long hook was less than half a meter away from the tip of his nose. His fierce momentum suddenly stopped, and the long hook and chain were taken back by the other party.

The boy had already smelled the stinking storm on the hook, but he didn't really touch the hook after all.

Hayquin is gone.

The fishy wind dissipated and the stillness returned. A drop of cold sweat fell on Azazle's forehead, and the young girl next to him patted her undulating chest: "Your Highness, that person is so terrible!"

Azazler came back from the stiffness and savored Hayquin's words, feeling uncomfortable.

The other party is right.

I am still young.

As for young people... there are always many reluctances to let go... they will not make dangerous considerations in terms of choices. Especially since he is already past the age of recklessness and has self-knowledge.

The hook just now represents... If the other party wants to play it, he will not get any benefits.

"Yes... that person's momentum was very similar to that of the Pope. Mia, my hand holding the fishing rod was trembling a little." Azazler smiled bitterly.

"Then... do you want to go back? The third prince just heard that the Pope's signing meeting was about to be held, so we have to go and help."

Azazel's expression immediately turned into a pig's liver: "I won't be fooled at the fairy tale press conference. I have been me since I was a child, and now I am 19 years old!"

Assazel said, one hand skillfully stretching into Miya's collar.

Miya's face turned red, she felt the rough big hand, and whispered: "The Pope will keep you holy."

Azazler cursed: "Lord Carter is a very bastard in this regard. On the one hand, he makes us holy, and on the other hand, he stuffs you beauties to us. Who can resist except Ansbai?"

As he said that, Azazel reached back and lay on the ground with a look of depression.

Miya chuckled and pulled him up: "Let's go, the Pope is waiting."

...

...

At this moment, Qin Kun and his group were walking on the way back.

Yale was not hostile, which Qin Kunle saw. This time his target was not the Black Soul Apostle, so it would be better to have less trouble.

Qin Kun always felt that his murderous aura had been much restrained over the past few years. I don’t know why. He used to hate evil, but he didn’t have the ability to eliminate evil. Now he has the ability, but he has lost the lonely courage he used to be.

Is it because of the indifference?

Qin Kun thought deeply, maybe there were too many demons on earth.

The car is driving on the road.

Qin Kun, the leader, was thinking about life, while infants and Fayoutan were enjoying the scenery.

Fayutan doesn't like this kind of place. The vegetation is not dense and it is a bit cold at night, which is far from the same as Cairo I went to last time.

It doesn't matter to the baby.

The men here are elegant, that's enough.

"Kunlun Demon, look! That person looks very much like you!"

When I was about to return to the Wolf House Hotel, a person appeared on the side of the road. The baby and mother said it was like a race, not a look.

That person is Dongfang Kong.

He stood by the roadside with an oil-paper umbrella, his robe lowered, his eyes calm, as if he was waiting for them.

Qin Kun narrowed his eyes and always felt that he had seen him somewhere.

parking.

get off.

Qin Kun stood by the roadside, and Fayoutan stepped forward and whispered: "That's the 'umbrella ghost'."

The baby mother was surprised: "I heard that the 'umbrella ghost' often wears a mask, but he doesn't wear it either."
To be continued...