Chapter 1393 The Red Tide of Blood Mist
A person, a lonely figure, a layer of iron shackles wrapped around a thin body. The lingering sun shone slantingly, lengthening the shadow of the lone traveler. Step by step, his skinny ankles stepped heavily and hard on the sandy and salty ground of the farmhouse.
There were no beads of sweat. This young man was so lean that he couldn't even shed a drop of sweat. His skin was tanned by the scorching sun on the beach, as if he had been exposed to this kind of exposure for many years. His thin body seemed like a wave of sea waves could blow him away, and the thick iron shackle made of fine steel made his thin body like a candle in the wind, and he could be crushed by the weight of the iron shackle at any time. But even so, this young man was carrying an incredible thing on his back, which was a large black and heavy sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus is black, as black as ink, with fine lines of dark gold painted on it. If you look closely, it turns out to be inlaid with dark gold metal, like a painting with deep meaning. The sarcophagus was half taller than the person carrying it. It was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, shaped like an irregular oval with no edges. The iron chains wrapped around it tied it tightly to the young man. There are deep carvings on the coffin surface, and the texture is also painted with dark gold-plated metal. Two horns protrude from the coffin surface in the upper middle position, like a bull-headed ghost face, which is terrifying.
The young man walked step by step carrying such a monster-like coffin. The heavy coffin was rubbed on the ground, leaving deep drag marks. The farmers next to the salt drying field watched. Such a young man walked slowly by, surprised, puzzled, and talking...
In a blink of an eye, it is a bright and good weather, and the comfortable coastal climate makes Baikal, a seaside city, full of joy and vitality. Box after box of oranges and fine wine were packed onto the ship on the pier. The laborers responsible for loading the goods, the foreman holding cigarettes in his mouth to supervise, the sailors chatting up the girl on the pier, and the officials of the shipping union, all kinds of people Everyone gathered on the dock street, doing all kinds of things.
Several Flosser dwarves with big beards were arguing about something with red faces. They seemed to be dissatisfied with each other and were about to have a big fight. At this moment...
Bars are the most indispensable public places everywhere, especially in a dock area. The most pleasant thing for sailors who have returned from a voyage or are about to set sail is to have a few drinks in such a pub. Chat with colleagues or beautiful women. Most of these bars are smoky and full of people who live at the bottom of society. Such people are unrestrained and can drink with any stranger. They can curse and say the most unpleasant things. Such places are full of people. The most authentic portrayal and the most life-like atmosphere.
"Hey beauty, I think you look familiar. Do you want to have a drink together?" A drunk young man walked to a corner table with half a cup of brown liquid in his hand. , he looked at the silver-haired beauty in front of him and suddenly smiled: "It turns out you are still a little girl. Looking at your figure and clothes, I thought you were a beauty."
"Isn't the little girl beautiful?" The silver-haired girl has silver snow hair reaching her waist, fair skin, childish face, long eyelashes, big black eye sockets, and a light makeup on her delicate lips. The purple-gray paste shone with silver highlights, and the petite nose breathed a subtle fragrance. Even in such a filthy environment, people across the table could smell it. She was wearing black clothes, with white trim forming the most striking contrast. On the high-rise collar, a silver chain was locked from her chest to a metal armband of the same color on her right side, which flashed with an unusually shiny light.
She sat alone on a dirty and old wooden bar chair in an adult manner, with a black waist buckle tied with a silver ring on her slender waist. She crossed her legs, buttoned her waist, and parted the long skirts on both sides of her legs to reveal the same dark tight pants underneath. Her long black leather boots with high thick soles further enhanced her seductive long legs. It makes it look mysterious and noble.
She gently stretched out her hand and held up a transparent wine glass on the table. The skin on her face was as white and tender as the skin on her face, as white as snow, but also coated with seductive oil. The person's shiny black nails look weak and boneless, but are full of youthful and lazy temptation.
The young drinker feels that this girl is a little cherry that is ripening and waiting to be picked. One sip will leave you with endless aftertaste. He quickly changed his previous vulgar tone, and said slowly with a somewhat mature and magnetic voice: "I said the wrong thing. For a girl like you, using just one beautiful word to describe you feels like it's tainted." "You are really good at talking." The silver-haired girl pressed her lips to the transparent wine glass, and the purple wine juice flowed into the girl's throat like an aphrodisiac. The love of young drinkers.
The young drinker suppressed the fire rising in his belly, moistened his dry lips with the whiskey in the glass and asked: "Girl, you don't look like a local, I see you are alone I have been sitting in the tavern for a long time and no one came to see me. Are you traveling to Baikal alone?”
"Yes, I am alone, and I come from out of town." When she said this, the silver-haired girl looked at the other person with her big eyes, with a faint smile in her eyes, which seemed to be teasing and tempting.
The young drinker looked at this and his anger turned into joy, and he immediately said: "Girl, you are so beautiful, and it is not safe to travel alone. Why not go to my place, I can protect you well. In a low-class bar like this where people are mixed, there might be some bad guys who want to take advantage of you."
Such words are so frivolous that anyone can understand them. mean. The silver-haired girl put down her glass, put her face in front of the drinker and whispered with a bit of a smile: "I just hope the bad guy won't be you. Cluck..."
After leaving the bar, the silver-haired girl Just as he was about to follow the drinkers and leave, suddenly people in the distance at one end of the street screamed in surprise. Everyone who was busy nearby looked at him, and they were so surprised that they could not close their mouths.
"It's a red tide, it's a red tide, it's a red tide of blood mist coming! Look, everyone, the red tide of blood mist is coming." With a few exclamations, the surrounding people, whether they were sailors, sailors, or Ordinary people and store owners cheered. They danced and shouted, and everyone was happy and excited. Even the three Flosei dwarves who were about to fight due to a dispute became happy because of this wonderful sight.
"It's the red tide of blood mist! Haha, this is the second time in my life that I've seen the red tide of blood mist. It's great, come on, come on..."
The cheers are The people who know it well are surprised by the uninformed travelers. The silver-haired girl looked at the red tide of blood and mist rolling in the sky. Soon it was overwhelming, covering the sky above the city and the entire sky.
"Is this the red tide of blood mist?" It was obviously the first time for the silver-haired girl to see such a strange sight. Before she could figure out what was going on, she smelled a strong and refreshing floral fragrance. : "Well, the fragrance of flowers is so fragrant, rich but not heavy, and it seems to be mixed with branches. The fragrance of leaves. What kind of floral fragrance is this? What's going on with this red tide of blood mist?"
Gradually, the red tide spread across the sky slowly fell, and the silver-haired girl saw everyone nearby bathing in it happily. In the midst of the "blood rain", he unconsciously opened his arms and waited for the baptism of blood mist.
The young drinker next to him saw the girl like this and smiled: "This must be your first time seeing the red tide of blood mist. People who see it for the first time are always very surprised, especially a little girl like you."
The silver-haired girl caught the blood mist falling from the sky with her hands and took a closer look: "It turns out to be powder from petals, but how could so much petal powder fly into the sky and form such a red tide of blood mist?" ? It's really interesting." She turned to the young drinker and said, "What do you mean, you have seen it before? I heard that the time of the blood mist red tide is not fixed every time."
The young drinker said: "Yes, the last time a red tide of blood mist appeared in Belga was five years ago. The time when the red tide of blood mist appears is not fixed every time, and there is no warning before it appears. It is said that the shortest interval between For seven months, the last The longest time was more than 20 years apart. Because this strange landscape only appears in the Baikal area of Adria, the city of Baikal is like a carnival every time it appears, thinking it is a blessing from the gods. As a sign, there will be a city-wide carnival in the next three days." The young drinker also became very excited: "Haha, it's really lively this time. There are countless fun things in the city-wide carnival, little girl. It can also be good I really want to experience the fun of enjoying the carnival.”
“Yes, there is something fun and interesting now, but...” the silver-haired girl said with a smile, but the topic in her mouth changed. Stern and cold: "But your good days are over!"
Seeing the sudden change in the expression on her face, the young drinker was surprised and confused, and asked in a solemn voice: "What do you mean?"
The silver-haired girl said: "Originally I wanted to tease you again, but now that something so interesting has happened, I am too lazy to tease you anymore." As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper from her pocket and threw it in the face of the young drinker. superior.
When the young drinker saw the contents on the wanted list, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed in shock: "Who are you?!"
The silver-haired girl said word by word: "Eisen· Piro, you are suspected of robbery and murder. You have killed fourteen peace officers from various places, and participated in six cases of robbery and murder of business travelers. I am under the supervision of the Adria State Government. The arrest warrant issued by the government will arrest you."
The corners of the young drinker's eyes couldn't help but tremble, and he forced a smile and said: "Little...little girl, I think you got the wrong person! , the image of the character on the wanted poster is different from mine."
"Really?" The silver-haired girl suddenly struck him in the face.
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(End of this chapter)