The dilapidated carriage drove towards the lower town.

Simon hugged the old cat and closed his eyes to rest. The middle-aged man with the broken arm looked at the old cat in Simon's arms and snorted coldly: "We are out of the city, there are many dangers outside the city, and the people we face are all vicious people, you actually brought a cat, Are you going on a picnic?"

"None of your business! If you really want to fight, you are not as good as my cat." Simon snorted coldly.

"I'm not as good as your cat, shit, you really have a poisonous mouth." The middle-aged man with the broken arm looked very ugly.

"I'm telling the truth, and you'll be scolded." Simon hummed.

The middle-aged man with the broken arm was screaming.

"Okay, what do you care about with a young man." The middle-aged woman waved her hand.

"Am I arguing with him? I just don't want this kid to die outside the city. He's so rash, it's very likely that he'll kill us."

"What Kesai said makes some sense. Little guy, there are two worlds outside the city and inside the city. You'd better keep the greatest vigilance outside the city." The one-eyed old man said.

"How do you know I'm not vigilant?"

"do you have?"

"Of course, maybe I'm different from you."

"What's the difference?"

"I'm stronger, you guys? Compared to me, I should be weaker, so I'm so nervous." Simon pretended to compare lightly.

The faces of the three of them pulled down at the same time.

"This kid really has a bad mouth." The middle-aged woman's eyes began to look bad.

"I'll just say, this kid deserves to be beaten."

"It's interesting, I heard Johnny say that you are a magician, right? As far as I know, magician is an auxiliary profession, not a combat profession. Tell me where you are strong?" The one-eyed old man squinted.

"I'm a magician, but I'm still a knight, although I haven't been listed yet."

"Are you a knight? Why don't I know." Curator Johnny, who was driving the carriage, was stunned and questioned.

"Why do you need to know that if I don't have the power to protect myself, I will follow you to the outside of the city. I'm courting death. I'm a magician, and a rich magician. Unlike you, life is beautiful, I haven't lived yet. Enough."

"Uh... that makes some sense."

"It makes sense, but why is the second half of the sentence so rude." The three popular teeth were itching, Simon's words were too hateful.

"Then what level are you?"

"It's better than you anyway."

The carriage stopped in a very remote and gloomy place in the lower city.

"arrive."

Simon got out of the carriage and looked at the dark forest in front of him. It was eerie, and a cold wind blew past, giving people goosebumps.

In front of him was a large rusted iron gate, and there was a dilapidated signboard hanging on the iron gate. When he saw the words on it, he frowned: "The cemetery? Why did you come to the cemetery? Are you going? The illegal passage out of the city is here."

"Yes, you follow me. If you don't want to reveal your identity, cover your face and don't talk nonsense." Curator Johnny looked serious, and the three one-eyed old men silently took out black cloth to cover their faces.

Fortunately, Simon was well prepared, wearing a black cloth, covering his face, and stuffing the old cat into his clothes.

Curator Johnny took out an iron chain among the green vine plants next to the iron gate. He pulled the iron chain, stretched it about ten times, stopped and waited quietly.

After a while, a faint candle lit up in the distance, like a ghost fire.

From far and near, I discovered that it was a rickety old man walking over with a worn-out oil lamp.

"Who is he?" Simon asked curiously.

"The cemetery gatekeeper." Curator Johnny said solemnly.

The old man walked to the iron gate and raised his head. His face was covered with dark spots.

Especially in this cemetery.

A pair of turbid old eyes swept across the five of them and spoke, revealing black teeth: "What's the matter?"

"Hunting," said Curator Johnny.

"Where to hunt and what to hunt?"

"Of course, I go hunting where there are many prey, and I want to hunt some tusk pigs."

The two asked one question and one answer, which seemed to be a secret language.

"You know the rules." The rickety old man stretched out his skinny palm.

Curator Johnny took out a thick envelope from his clothes and handed it over.

The rickety old man opened the envelope, and inside was a thick stack of red eagle coins, which should be about 10,000 thick.

My darling, it is a bit expensive to go out of the city for 10,000 eagle coins.

But thinking about it carefully, it feels normal.

After all, it is an illegal channel. If it is discovered, it will definitely be sentenced to a heavy sentence.

The rickety old man nodded and opened the iron door, let Simon and the others in, and then locked the iron door.

"Come with me."

Curator Johnny and the others followed behind the rickety old man, slowly passing through a gloomy cemetery.

There are too many tombstones on the ground, densely packed and extremely infiltrating.

The wind was blowing like a cloudy wind, and Simon always felt that someone was staring at him. He didn't sense the breath of the evil spirit, it should just be his own psychological effect.

The rickety old man stopped in front of an ordinary grave~lightnovelpub.net~ Open it for yourselves. ' said the rickety old man.

Curator Johnny nodded, grabbed the tombstone, and pulled out the tombstone directly. An iron chain was attached to the underside of the tombstone.

As soon as the middle-aged man with the broken arm grasped the chain and pulled it, Simon heard the sound of the gear turning, and the ground cracked, revealing a tunnel.

"go in."

"Thank you."

Curator Johnny clasped his fists and jumped first. The fire was lit below, and the middle-aged woman followed.

"Go down." The one-eyed old man said to Simon.

Simon also jumped down, and the remaining two went down the tunnel.

Curator Johnny led the way with an oil lamp in his hand.

It was a narrow and lengthy tunnel, and they walked for more than an hour before reaching the end of the passage.

There is actually a residence at the end of the passage.

It was a hole dug along the wall. The gate was made of iron. When Curator Johnny and the others came over, there was a square hole on the iron gate, and an old man's face was exposed from it.

"We went out to the city to hunt, and we have already paid the fee."

"Need a weapon?"

"No, we brought it."

"It's better to buy some, otherwise when you come back to buy it, the price will double." The old man advised.

"I really don't need it, I've brought enough."

The old man inside nodded unhappily and rudely closed the square hole.

After a while, there was a rattling sound of gears turning, and then the end of the tunnel cracked.

Curator Johnny greeted them through the tunnel quickly, and then they appeared in a forest.

The tunnel behind is closing, and when it is completely closed, there is no trace of it, and it is well concealed.

"Ready." The one-eyed old man said solemnly.