Inside The Black Mist Chapter 1548: Debt

Su Lie unhurriedly looked towards the figure next to him.

It turned out to be a young woman.

He looks about twenty-five or sixteen.

Her hair, dyed blue, was cut short, almost masculine.

Skin color is slightly darker than wheat-colored.

Eyeshadow and lips are painted blue to match her hair color.

The top is worn with a cropped top, the neckline is cut low enough, and the hem is short.

This allows people to see her good figure at a glance.

The lower body is a pair of pants that only come to the hips.

The slender legs are wearing short boots and black stockings that come to the thighs.

Without a doubt.

In a bar like this, in the ambiguous atmosphere created by the lights and smoke, under the stimulation of alcohol.

Such a woman is really strong enough.

At this time, the eyes of many men in the bar were all darting back and forth on this woman.

At this moment, this woman boldly stretched out her hand.

Hand out somewhere indescribable.

But before it could succeed, it was caught by Su Lie.

Su Lie smiled and said, "Or I'll buy you a drink, as long as you don't disturb me."

The woman's complexion changed, and then she snorted: "It's boring!"

She withdrew her hand and left the bar.

Soon there was cheers in the bar.

The woman was carried away by a stout man on his shoulders.

As for where they went, Su Lie is not interested.

Crack.

A glass was slapped on the bar counter, and the suspicious blue liquid inside had already splashed onto the table.

Su Lie looked up at the bartender.

The bartender said blankly: "This is our strongest wine."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

"If you drink this cup, maybe you will be slaughtered without knowing it."

"So until then, please pay your bill."

Su Lie chuckled and pushed the passport over.

The bartender picked it up, swiped it on the payment machine next to it, and returned it to Su Lie.

Su Lie picked up the glass of wine after putting it in his pocket.

Drink it down.

Finally, he breathed out a breath of alcohol.

"It's really powerful." He smiled.

Looking at Su Lie's still sober eyes, the bartender unconsciously showed some respect when he looked at Su Lie again.

"Hey, has anything interesting happened in the past few days?"

Su Lie took out a golden bean from his pocket and threw it on the bar counter.

The bartender's eyes lit up as he wiped his glass.

He swept the golden bean into his pocket calmly, and then a three-point smile appeared on his face.

"It depends on what you think is interesting."

Su Lie sat at the bar for a while, and heard a lot of news from the bartender.

Unfortunately, none of them are what he wants.

Just as he was about to leave, those laboratory personnel passed by Su Lie.

"Hurry up and settle the bill, we have to go shopping."

"That's right, what Director Zhang wants is not ordinary things, and I don't know if there are places that can't even be called a small fortress."

"Fortunately, Director Zhang accompanied Mr. Yuan Shu, otherwise how could we come out and drink a few glasses of wine here."

"It turns out that Mr. Yuan's name is Yuan Shu, but the name is quite weird."

As they talked, they came to the bar to check out, completely unaware that a slovenly man sitting next to them trembled violently because of their words.

...........

Fort Glory.

It's already night.

Standing on the roof of the municipal building, Tianyang looked down, only to see a vast sea of ​​light.

At a glance, thousands of houses are lit up.

This grand occasion can only be seen in Fort of Glory.

Holding the fence with his hand, Tianyang said two words softly: "That's great."

Yes.

The only ones who can still see such a peaceful scene are the Fortress of Glory and a few other fortresses.

Only today, several more fortresses fell. Faced with this situation, even if the 'Golden Tribunal' tried its best to turn the tide, it still felt powerless.

Tianyang has been in Glorious Fort for two days.

He plans to return to Lieyang Castle tomorrow.

As for Xun and the others, staying in Fort of Glory is far safer than staying in Fort Lieyang.

At this moment, Tianyang suddenly felt a sense.

He looked towards the entrance of the rooftop, where it turned into a red tent at some point.

It's just that this tent is not real enough, it is very illusory, like a shadow projected from a far away place.

At the entrance of the tent, someone came out.

Undead Merchant!

The old man had one hand behind his back and held a pipe in the other.

He walked out with a slightly bent waist.

His figure is the same as that red tent.

Somewhat illusory, not real enough.

Tianyang's heart tightened.

Since the last time we met in the Adverse Realm, with the help of this old man, the expeditionary force was able to leave the Adverse Realm ahead of schedule.

And Lin Jianping was able to wake up with his 'doll'.

Tianyang knew that this old man was hiding far deeper than he imagined.

So far.

No one knows the origin of the 'Immortal Merchant'.

I don't know when he appeared.

But I know that his deeds have been passed down for a long time.

If it's the same person from beginning to end.

The old man has lived for hundreds of years.

Even if it is a dog, it must be extraordinary if it lives for hundreds of years.

Not to mention this old man with many magical things.

After adjusting his breathing, Tianyang walked over.

He vaguely guessed the purpose of the old man's visit.

"Good evening, old sir." Tian Yang took the initiative to greet.

The old man spit out an illusory smoke ring, and said in a loud voice: "You actually came to the Fortress of Glory, aren't you worried about your own fortress?"

Without waiting for Tianyang to answer, the old man said by himself.

"You really don't have to worry, the 'Black King' behind your fortress is dead, but the power is still there."

"This kind of 'power' will continue for a while."

"Affected by this residual prestige, the call issued by the imitation 'Black King' has no effect on the black people behind your Clough Gate."

"They will not respond unless the power of the previous generation of 'Black King' completely dissipates."

Tianyang glanced at the old man in surprise.

"Sir, are you sure?"

The old man was a little annoyed and said: "Nonsense, my old man doesn't need to lie to a brat."

"However, the black people inside the gate will not do anything to your fortress."

"But it's hard to say what's going on outside the door. Now many black folks in the Clough Gate have come out. You should know about this, right?"

Tianyang nodded.

The old man spit out another smoke ring: "When they spread in large numbers, one day, they will affect your fortress."

"Don't talk about it for now."

"You should still remember that you owe me a debt, right?"

Tianyang smiled and said: "I remember, does the old man want me to pay it back?"

"That's right." The old man took down the cigarette stick, "It's time."

"Yeah."

Tianyang said in a deep voice: "Then please tell me, old man, what I need to pay."

"However, we had an agreement back then, and I will not do anything against my conscience."

The old man snorted and said, "Although I am old, my memory is not bad."

"Don't worry, I remember very clearly."

"The reward I want is as simple as it is simple, and as difficult as it is difficult."

After a pause, the old man said: "I want a twilight slate."

Twilight slate?

Tianyang did not expect that what the old man wanted was this thing.

For others, this may be very difficult.

But for him, it was a matter of going back and forth.

Among the cracks, Tianyang has collected more than one twilight slab.

Of course, Tianyang still made a troubled expression on the surface.

"Twilight slate, this is not an ordinary thing."

The old man knocked on the cigarette rod and said: "Nonsense, if it's simple, I'll still need to find you."

Tianyang sighed and said, "I can try, but I'm afraid I won't be able to get it out in a short time."

"It's okay, I can wait."

The old man said: "But try to hurry up, otherwise, it will be meaningless."

Without giving Tianyang a chance to question, the old man walked into the tent with his back behind his back after he finished speaking.

The red tent disappeared immediately, and the gate of the rooftop reappeared, as if Tianyang had just had a dream.

Of course Tianyang knew that it was not a dream.

"What does the Undead Merchant need the Twilight Slate for?"

"He is also exploring the secrets of the old universe?"

Tianyang shook his head, there were too few clues, he couldn't think of the reason.

But still decided to give the old man a twilight slate.

It's just that it needs to be postponed for a while, so as not to let the old man know that he has the twilight slate in his hand.

And more than one piece.

...........

Somewhere in Central China.

There are hideous and terrifying stone sculptures standing here.

These statues are neither beasts nor abominations.

They seem to come out of some nightmare, full of twisted and sinister looks.

If you are a person who has been in and out of the reverse world for many years, you will know that these statues are black people.

Just.

These black people have turned to stone.

In the middle of the stone sculpture group, there is a red pointed tent.

The wind was blowing so loudly that it seemed that the tent would fly away at any moment.

An old man was lighting a fire in front of the tent, and the fire made the statues of the black people next to him look even more terrifying.

The old man was cooking food on the fire. At this moment, a line of text appeared on the electronic board beside him.

'Dear recorder, do you just care about him asking for a twilight slate? ’

'This is too cheap for him! ’

'Didn't you say that he has at least three twilight slates in his hand. ’

'Then why not more? ’

Although the old man didn't look at the electronic board, he seemed to know what was written on it.

He snorted and said: "I can live for such a long time, I can get through the old universe where the upper gods are vast, and I can still live until now."

"Rely on what?"

"Knowledge? Experience? Strength?"

"Neither."

"What I rely on is 'not being greedy' and 'clicking on it'."

"I only need one piece, so although he will think about what I want the Twilight Slate, he will give it to me in the end."

"If I want all of it, it will arouse his hostility, and I may not get a piece of it in the end."

The text on the electronic board changed for a while: That's it.

'Your wisdom is amazing. ’

'However, you only need one piece. ’

'Is a slate enough for you? ’

'It's only a slate before you complete the migration ceremony? ’

'Then why didn't you ask that kid earlier? ’

'Could it be that the timing is just right? ’

Suddenly, there were a few clicks on the screen of the electronic board, and several lines burst out.

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