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Zhao Guangli looked at the flintlock gun.

There are also the broken wooden debris on the shack, and the middle-aged man standing not far away.

The flintlock gun over there was emitting faint smoke, and the middle-aged man who called himself Ren Heng gently wiped his weapon.

"Hey, please reply quickly."

There were deep wrinkles on Ren Heng's face, giving him a feeling of decadence, but in a place like this, it gave Zhao Guangli a different sense of stability.

This is the first normal human being that Zhao Guangli encounters when he comes to this world.

"Are you Harlan Bode?" Ren Heng glanced at the fair and thin boy in front of him: "Well, they are similar in age, but are you an Oriental?"

"Tsk." The middle-aged man blew out a smoke ring and put his rough right hand on his forehead: "It's not easy to meet a living person..."

The man's frustration was palpable. He glanced at Zhao Guangli, then looked at the monster lying on the ground in the distance, and sighed softly: "Boy."

"I saved you once. I'm too lazy to deal with this swamp witch, so just ask for your own blessings."

Ren Heng put away his weapon without hesitation, put it on his waist, and stepped on the mud on the ground.

Came to see Harlan Bode.

Zhao Guangli's eyes flashed at this moment.

Sure enough, Zhao Guangli had vaguely thought before that Harlan Bode's father would definitely send someone after Harlan Bode entered the [Blackwater Swamp] and disappeared.

Ordinary guys have no way to fight against those blue-skinned and green-skinned water ghosts in the dark woods, let alone this monster called the Swamp Witch.

This man named Ren Heng is not an ordinary person.

He can travel alone through the [Blackwater Swamp] and use a flintlock to hurt such weird monsters.

Is it... extraordinary?

Ordinary flintlock guns do not have such power, let alone achieve such effects.

Zhao Guangli looked at the man's back and breathed out softly.

"Mr. Ren, are you here to look for Master Harlan Bird?"

Zhao Guangli quickly thought about his words. He knew very well that the man in front of him must be kept.

Without the help of this guy, it would have been impossible for him to leave [Blackwater Swamp]. The facts are obvious now. This man came to this place because he was entrusted by Harlan Bode's father and wanted to keep him.

, something must be done.

Not far away, the swamp witch seemed to be struggling to stand up, slowly spreading the black mist in the direction of Zhao Guangli and Ren Heng.

Ren Heng stopped and lightly stepped on the ground.

It worked.

"What's wrong?" Ren Heng raised his head slightly: "I'm too lazy to save some ignorant people unless you pay."

Obviously, Ren Heng's attitude showed that he didn't seem to believe the boy in front of him.

"Mr. Ren Heng... I really know where Master Harlan Bode is!" Zhao Guangli squeezed out a sincere expression. He slightly bent towards the middle-aged man: "He... he is with us.

Come in."

"My name is Zhao Guangli...you should have heard of me."

Zhao Guangli bent down and turned his face to the ground.

Since he is the guy who was assigned to find the whereabouts of his son, he should have done some homework.

From the diary, Zhao Guangli had already known that before entering the swamp, Harlan Bode had recruited people on the black market and purchased many things called talismans. As expected, before

The scrolls found on the corpse should be the so-called talismans.

These things cannot just be stored in the diary. Such no small actions will definitely be discovered afterwards.

This also included the name of Zhao Guangli who was accompanying him.

Ren Heng spit out his cigar on the ground and slowly moved his rough face closer to Zhao Guangli.

"Are you...Zhao Guangli?"

This man's face looked a little sad, and his eyes glanced up and down at Zhao Guangli.

"Yes."

"I look at your information. He is a follower of Harlan Bode, a native of Black Iron Castle, and a student of Oak Academy. His ancestors have always been Orions." Ren Heng's voice was full of exhaustion.

Sure enough.

Zhao Guangli's heart skipped a beat.

This guy with the same name was indeed the Oriental mentioned in the diary. The context and background information gradually became clear.

"Where's that guy?"

Ren Heng took out a piece of flint with his right hand and gently clamped it on the jaw of the flintlock gun. Mysterious lines spread along the muzzle of the gun.

Not far away, the swamp witch stood up again, the thick body fluids on her body seemed to tell of terror.

Zhao Guangli pointed to the shack not far away, his expression became a little sad, but he held it back: "It's right there..."

"Master Harlan Bird, right there..."

Ren Heng's face turned cold and he stepped hard on the ground with his Martin boots.

"Tsk."

"do you died?"

"troublesome."

Zhao Guangli's eyes moved. It seemed that the relationship between this 'private detective' and Harlan Bode's father was just between an employee and an employee. Ren Heng didn't seem to care about Harlan's death.

boom!

Fireworks flew and Ren Heng's expression became even more indifferent.

"There are too many monsters in [Blackwater Swamp], there is no need to spend time with a swamp witch here."

In the distance, the ugly swamp witch had a big hole in his face. There was no blood, but he was just staring straight at Ren Heng.

Zhao Guangli slowly backed away and then approached the original shack. He watched Ren Heng confronting the swamp witch and slowly entered the interior of the shack.

The terrifying corpse still maintained its original posture. The wooden door on the ground was broken when it stepped on it, and Zhao Guangli's expression turned cold.

"I don't know what's going on, but... I'm sorry."

Zhao Guangli looked at Harlan Bode's body and said softly.

He bent down and then lowered his head. The diary that Zhao Guangli had thrown aside was picked up again by Zhao Guangli, including the previous diary papers.

These things have the potential to become a disaster.

Zhao Guangli took the black dagger and gently pierced it into the diary.

Right in front of Harlan Bode.

Karen Bode is a rich man from Black Iron Castle and can send people like Ren Heng outside. These diaries put Zhao Guangli in a very dangerous situation, and Zhao Guangli will not let them continue to exist.

Slowly, he threw the debris into the fireplace of the black shed, mixed with animal carcasses and sticky substances, which could no longer be seen clearly.

With the sound of boots, Zhao Guangli turned his back to the door, his expression becoming expressionless.

Ren Heng looked at the corpse in front of him expressionlessly, and Zhao Guangli looked out the door. The swamp witch fell to the ground again, trembling, and howling in terror.

"Tsk, boy, lift the body."

Ren Heng said.

"Where to carry it?" Zhao Guangli hid his emotions.

"Of course...back to Black Iron Castle."

Not far away, the Swamp Witch let out a strange low roar and stood up again.

Ren Heng frowned: "Hurry up and leave."

In the darkness, Zhao Guangli finally breathed a serious sigh of relief.