Chapter 320 Yellow Clothes
“Now is the real pain, right?”
The hunter used pliers to wrap one of the crocodile’s re-grown fingers.
Click.
The hard pliers blade closed immediately.
The crocodile's heart-rending wail resounded in the hall again.
After cutting off the crocodile's new finger, the hunter shook off the severed finger and clamped the pliers on the crocodile's other finger.
At this time, the crocodile finally couldn't bear it anymore. He opened his mouth and howled:
"I told you! What do you want to know!? I will tell you everything. It was the law enforcement officer in the south of the city who asked me to I’m just asking for money to investigate your smuggling route! No more...”
Click!
Another finger fell to the ground.
“Ah——!!”
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“No, that’s not what I want to ask.”
The hunter shook his head.
His long hair was spread forward, but it still couldn't completely block the blue-green light emanating from his eyes.
In the dark hall, the most ugly and abominable thing is the crocodile, but the most terrifying existence is the hunter.
“The Qiuqiu people do not hide in their lairs on the plateau, but come to human society with only one purpose, which is to pursue the old rulers you worship, especially those like you who specialize in using priest spells. The hunter who changed his appearance to look more like a human must have found traces of the so-called gods."
The hunter hung the pliers on the base of the crocodile's other finger and asked word by word:
“Now, tell me, where is the One you follow?”
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The crocodile’s expression gradually turned from frightening to solemn, and finally became completely ferocious.
He opened his mouth full of blood, gritted his teeth and stared at the hunter in front of him and growled:
"Humans with glowing eyes, psychics, right? You guys deserve to die. If you dare to interfere with the coming of my king if you don't find a way out for yourself, you will make yourself die faster! "
Crack!
Another finger rolled to the ground.
The crocodile’s bare head has veins popping out.
He struggled wildly, but soon the barbed wire shrank again, tying his shrunken body to death again, and the sharp wires cut deeply into his flesh and blood.
But the hunter was thoughtful and said to himself:
"Advent...so he decided to choose a new host as his incarnation...Well, I saw what you were following. That shadow, a king in ragged clothes, with yellow shabby clothes, right? You are paving the way for his arrival..."
"The King in Yellow, the old master of Carcosa, but as the defeated party... wasn't he suppressed? Why can his will be transmitted to Nanwei City? Because of you?... Impossible, you are just useless "Qiuqiu people."
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As the hunter murmured to himself, the crocodile's expression became more and more frightened.
He did not expect that the visionary in front of him could know so many secrets, as if he had been completely seen through.
This young visionary not only knew who he was following, he even knew that the god was once the king of Carcosa, and he also knew his name - the King in Yellow. .
"The arrival is destined. No... no so-called suppression can permanently trap my king. The yellow clothes will eventually come to this land. You can't do anything. Stop trying to resist. This world will become the second one. Carcosa, and you, you will be the first sinner to be beheaded..."
The crocodile vomited blood and roared at the hunter like crazy.
“It turns out it’s really him.” The hunter nodded: “I just caught a glimpse of a yellow shadow. Thank you for your confirmation. It’s a pity that your god will not send salvation for you, and you can’t see it either. The day has come for him to come.”
Under the crocodile’s shocked gaze, the hunter dropped the pliers, reached out from behind him, pulled out the folding weapon and threw it away. Click!
After the folded long handle was unfolded, a cold sickle with a curved hook at the end emerged.
"Wait..."
The crocodile screamed.
But before he could even shout a complete sentence, his head flew out.
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There was not a trace of blood on the scythe's blade.
The blue-green light in the hunter's eyes slowly faded, returning to the color of a normal person's eyes.
He calmly put away his scythe.
Other hunters in the hall asked:
"Why don't you finish asking before taking action, Munguia."
Munguia glanced at the former lightly:
"Like the Qiuqiu people we killed in the colony, they could even give up their lives for half a piece of carrion, let alone the gods. He It's impossible to tell what we want to know... The teacher is right, the first thing we should do when entering Nanwei City is to find a suitable mourner for the team."
"Now. What should we do? Should we preserve his body?" other hunters asked.
"It's not necessary. It's enough to confirm that he is serving Huang Yi. It's just a matter of time before I can find his incarnation." Munguia put the sickle back behind his back, turned around and gave instructions to everyone:< br>
“They have traced the York family. We can’t stay here any longer. In another place, I will find the incarnation chosen by the King in Yellow.”
The remaining hunters looked at each other, and someone said:
"Mr. Raven said that we cannot face the Old Ones too early..."
"Sooner or later You have to face it, don't you?" Munguya's tone was undeniably cold.
The rest of the people stopped talking.
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Arden Village.
Milo and Old Theon were still rummaging through the crocodile's office for possible clues.
"I feel like this is a waste of time."
"We have plenty of time." Old Theon lit another cigarette.
"That's not necessarily true." Milo shook his head.
"Why do you say that?" Old Xion asked.
“Me.” Milo pointed at himself, and then at Grasso who was standing in the corner: “And her, we are both on their hunting list.”
Old Xion first showed a look of surprise, and then raised his brows: "If that's the case, I have a suggestion, do you want to listen to it?"
But Milo already knew that this old guy wanted to What to say, he shook his head and said: "Fishing, right? I've done the same thing twice, and they are not fools. I don't think they can still be fooled in version 3.0."
"That's it." Old Xion shrugged, looked up at the messy office, and said, "How did you provoke those guys?"
"I want to know this question too. "Grasso sighed helplessly.
"It must feel terrible to be targeted by such a top killer team." Old Xion was still gloating.
"You will know what it feels like when you are targeted." Milo glanced at old Xion.
The latter shook his head:
"No, no, under normal circumstances I will not let people who hate me survive."
(End of this chapter)