The whole city seemed to fall into silence. Just like every time, the mysteries that people deliberately avoid are once again involved in daily life. People in the ordinary world once again choose to close the doors and windows, let the strange events come, and pray that they will pass as soon as possible like a storm.

On Long Island, someone saw a huge black deer galloping past in front of the window of his villa, and its huge hoof stepped on the asphalt road, leaving deep dents. The strong shoulder knocked away the black car blocking its way.

A black raven as huge as a black vulture was seen following the stag.

Among the passing vehicles on the Long Island Bridge, a black deer was seen leaping into the bend of the river. It didn't sink to the bottom of the river, and its four hooves made ripples on the water, running towards the city.

Several Ford cars roared past on the bridge, and faces with various explorer masks could be glimpsed in the car windows...

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It's another new day in New Testament City, passing by mysteriously, and people are already used to such scenes.

Taluo was severely injured, her spiritual power was exhausted, and she couldn't maintain the black deer form for too long, so she had to find a place to hide as soon as possible.

The two cars of the Witch Hunt clutched at the fleeing black deer, watching the former Spring God go to the other bank and rush towards the city.

Often, wandering gods set up sanctuaries in order to ensure their own immortality. When they are hit hard or encounter a major crisis, they will hide in it. Obviously, with the last bit of strength, Taro was going to her own sanctuary.

And the lower city is her "kingdom".

Under the current situation, it was impossible to hide from the trail, and Raven watched the black deer, which was getting smaller and smaller due to the decline of divine power, jump into the "Donald Brewery".

About two minutes later, two Ford cars stopped outside the gate of the brewery, and the six explorers and Bill jumped out of the car, attracting the workers who looked sideways because the black deer had escaped into the brewery, and looked at them with even more surprised eyes. them.

"A strange event has happened here, evacuate immediately!" The raven who arrived before the vehicle flew into the brewery at low altitude like an ominous messenger, and repeated the warning in a hoarse voice, trying to evacuate the workers in the brewery, "What happened here Weird incident, evacuate immediately!"

In fact, before the raven could warn, the appearance of the black deer had already been regarded by some astute people as an ominous sign, and many workers had already started to leave the winery.

Bill's "Witch Hunt Club" plus himself, there are still seven people at this moment, and several mystery seekers are still making eye contact, but Bill has already walked into the winery without hesitation.

"Bill!" The mask of the mysterious gentleman stopped the reckless ordinary person, "That's a refuge for a wandering god—do you know what that means? Are you sure you want to go in like this?"

It means that it may be an Ace-level benchmarking place, which means that their chances of winning are not high.

"I can die today." Bill stopped and turned around. The creation of the alien abyss on his body has been suppressed by his will, but the thin roots with a bad color are under his skin, spreading from his chest to his head, "I won't stop here."

Several explorers have different expressions. Some were as determined as Bill, while others were obviously in a state of anxiety—they were not absolutely determined that they could not enter by force, but when they were deciding whether to enter the "shelter", they were annoyed at being influenced by a layman. Not to mention that it was this layman who caused Taro to escape.

Although they all have their own reasons for vengeance, the Questers have their own way of thinking.

The all-out siege of the mansion failed, and the hearts of this team have been somewhat scattered.

Just as Bill was about to move forward, and several of the explorers were obviously still hesitating, they saw a tall figure walking over amidst the smoke and dust.

The person who came was by no means an ordinary person—he was wearing a black cloak, and under the cloak were black leather clothes, leather boots, and black gloves. The whole body is tightly wrapped, and it looks like it is a costume for fighting against the mystery.

He wore a mask on his face, but no one could tell which mask it was—it was not a style found in the "Mask Illustrated Book", and there was no atmosphere of custom-made masks.

It seemed to be a mask sewn from human skin or pigskin. The skin-like material was sewn into a human face. The human face was slightly distorted and pieced together into a laughing face.

Some people shudder, and the atmosphere of silence.

Laughing man.

Even if the person doesn't introduce themselves, they know it and can call the person the Laughing Man.

"Gentlemen, since what is in front of you is something you have decided to end, why don't you finish it in one go?" Under the mask of a smile, came some frivolous voices, and every word he said seemed to be thorny.

Everyone became alert—the person who came was definitely not from the Witch Hunt, they had never seen it before. It is not ruled out that it is Tarot's rescuer.

Their vigilance was not only because of the suspicious identity of the visitor, but also because of the aura he released.

Although it is impossible to judge the opponent's rank from the mask, and the opponent seems to hide his soul volume on purpose, but from the perspective of the aura, the visitor is probably a King level.

If the other party is Taro's rescuer, then they don't even need to enter Donald's Brewery, there is a life-and-death crisis right now.

Thankfully, though, the Laughing Man didn't make a move. It even seems to be inviting them to step into the sanctuary of the spring **** Taro.

"Who are you?" Not because of mysterious experience, but because of the determination of revenge, Bill inexplicably became the spokesperson of this team that was about to collapse. The temperament of the owner of the Long Island Mansion has completely changed. He is no longer the young man with white teeth laughing all day long, but a man who has obviously risked everything.

"A passer-by who has been watching quietly, a forced participant who has no choice but to draw an end to this story, a reinforcement that you have never expected..." The smiling man lifted the cloak covering his burly body and moved towards Mysteries of rank, and Bill, who was not a quester, saluted—not a face-to-face salute, but a slight bow.

People noticed that the black cloak on his body was full of pudding, like a sail that an old fisherman had been mending for many years. King level infinite people. They didn't understand how such a contradiction appeared in the person in front of them.

"We haven't invited any reinforcements." The undead agent is more cautious than Bill, and has experienced many secret exploration events. It is hard for him to imagine such a good thing happening, "If you don't have any evidence to prove your position..."

Before the agent finished speaking~lightnovelpub.net~their sights were immediately caught by the things the Laughing Man took out from the cloak—hold them firmly.

It was a scarlet fountain pen that seemed to have blood running across it, and undoubtedly radiated something that referred to some old god...

Bill, who had no nostalgia or even emotion in his eyes before, seemed to be a drifter seeing the outline of the coast. He pushed aside the explorer standing in front of him, his eyes were wide open, and he reached out to get the red pen.

That red pen that belonged to Wordsworth.

Sean controlled the Laughing Man, that is, the body of Shawshank Rogers. With a flick of his hand, the owner of the Long Island Mansion did not touch the pen—it was also for his own good. I'm afraid he will go crazy on the spot. Especially in Bill's current state.

"Who are you?!" Bill stared closely at the pair of eyes under the human skin mask, which seemed to be full of wind and frost.

The Laughing Man exhaled lightly, and said...