I can go back to the mysterious age

Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta...

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the passage.

If you listen carefully, you can see that it is two people walking in the passage. The one on the left is a white-haired old man wearing a black suit, with the temperament and posture of an elegant butler. On the right is a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, with slightly hanging black hair and delicate facial features. Wearing a pair of calf-length boots and a black vest on his upper body, he looks low-key and elegant.

The white cuffs of the two have ancient silver-colored rotating eye prints, which seem to represent the crest of an ancient family.

Walking along the passage, the boy looked a little excited. A small fair face turned slightly red.

"Butler, those three people made such a big fuss. Isn't this considered a gang conflagration as mentioned in the magazine? The gangster eats the gangster?"

He talked about some uncommon words he occasionally picked up and expressed his opinions: "There was a gun battle just now."

The butler beside him nodded silently, and then said: "Master Youan, you are right. Judging from the scene where so many people fled in panic, there may be a large-scale gun confrontation inside. In addition, there is a high probability that there are more than three people. There may be other gunmen from the same gang as these three people, please take a good guess where this place is."

Euan thought for a moment: "Underground boxing ring? Or casino?"

He paused, recalling the clothes of the large number of guests who escaped from the passage before: "It's not a casino, it's an underground boxing ring..."

The butler nodded and then gave some guidance. Youan continued: "The boss of an underground boxing ring like this will definitely not have low black power, and there is a high probability that he has his own firearms smuggling channels. It is impossible to have heavy machine guns, and the probability of light machine guns is also very small. Most pistols, maybe There were submachine guns. There were quite a few men in black heading toward the underground boxing ring against the flow of people just like us. We saw more than ten of them, and the real number could be two to three times more, possibly armed with pistols and submachine guns. As a gang member, I need to at least maintain the bone armor defense at the metal level to avoid possible sudden attacks..."

The butler nodded again: "That's right."

As they talked, the two of them arrived at the last door of the underground boxing ring. Through the crack in the door, Youan could smell the strong smell of blood inside, which could not be concealed at all. He and the housekeeper looked at each other, and immediately stretched out their fingers to point between their eyebrows.

Under clothes, on the surface of the skin. A layer of light bone armor secreted from the pores like liquid and gradually solidified.

In a moment, You An was covered in white armor.

The butler stood in front of him, with some pattern-like black bone fragments appearing on his face. The two wanted to watch the gang fight at close range as participants, so they would inevitably be attacked if they opened the door. In case of an accident, the butler will stand in front of the young master to absorb most of the bullets, and then encourage the young master to attack.

Naturally, he brought Master Youan here this time not just to let him see the dark side of society, where gangs fight and kill people, and to practice logical thinking and so on. The most important thing is to let this place become the breeding ground for Master Youan's first murder. Unlike ordinary people, how can he not be stained with blood while carrying a sharp weapon? It's time for Master Youan to understand the difference between them and ordinary people. Only flowers watered with blood can bloom brightly...

"Bang!"

The closed door was directly knocked open, and the butler rushed in first. The black bone spurs pierced the fabric, making it inexplicably ferocious.

However, the expected hail of bullets did not appear.

The entire underground boxing ring was eerily quiet.

The housekeeper glanced at the scene in front of him and paused.

From behind, Euan also rushed over. He took a quick step, his eyes widened, and he put his right hand on the wall. "vomit!"

"vomit……"

My stomach was churning with acid, and my dinner was vomited out. I sniffed through my nostrils, and my nausea and vomiting became more frequent.

"This... this is not like a gun battle..."

The butler also frowned in disgust. Although he had killed many people, he had never seen such a bloody scene.

There are bullet holes and potholes everywhere, the neatly arranged wooden seats are in pieces, and there are some broken corridors that seem to have been knocked out by brute force. As far as the eye can see, there are the main aisle, the audience seats, and the circular space next to the ring. All of them were corpses, numbering about half a hundred in total, and all of them were bloody and mutilated, with missing limbs. You can often see hand and foot accessories scattered everywhere, lying limp and stuck to the ground.

The floor, walls, and aisles were also covered in blood. It's sticky and wet, and it feels extremely disgusting when you step on your leather shoes.

It's like a terrifying scene reflected in hell.

People who are not mentally strong enough will faint from fear just by looking at him. It is normal for Master Youan to vomit like this.

After a minute of slowing down, Youan gradually stopped. It's not that I overcame nausea or anything, but that I vomited all I could.

He gasped and turned his head. When he saw a headless corpse kneeling on the ground not far away, he couldn't help but retch twice.

"But...butler, isn't this a gang fight?"

Euan vomited until there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Things are unexpected, young master..."

He frowned and led Euan towards the main aisle of the center. Soon the two saw more than a dozen white human skeletons, as well as lumps of red meat stuck together. Youan didn't dare to look for a moment, closed his eyes and let the housekeeper hold him.

But the smell of blood on the tip of his nose continued to make him nauseated.

The housekeeper reached out his hand solemnly and observed it carefully. Shockingly, he discovered that there was no shred of meat attached to the skeleton in front of him, and the cook untied the cow until it was clean.

"This...how is this done?"

He was a bit incomprehensible.

"Pah!" Youan next to him suddenly exclaimed.

The housekeeper turned around and saw two round eyes on the ground. One was still intact, but the other was crushed.

"Butler, let's go back, I don't want to be here anymore..."

Youan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the trace of shame in his heart was defeated. He is now left with a deep psychological shadow. How did the gang war turn into a flesh and blood factory?

Because the scene in the underground boxing ring revealed signs of unknown danger, the housekeeper nodded simply. Then he wanted to take Youan back the same way, but there were footsteps approaching quickly in the passage. The pace is chaotic, and their number is not small.

The next second, seven or eight strong men in black uniforms rushed out of the passage. He holds a pistol in his right hand and shoots on sight.

"Kill them both!!!" a leader shouted.

Suddenly, gunpowder smoke and sparks erupted from the barrel of the raised pistol, and bullets passed through and shot through the air.

The bullets hit Euan and the housekeeper but were blocked by bone armor.

A stream of golden sparks exploded.

"You misunderstood, it was not us who did this!" Youan shouted while dodging, his explanation was extremely pale.

The gunman had no intention of stopping the attack.

"Master, don't talk nonsense to these mortals! Let's go straight out!" A fierce glint flashed in the butler's eyes. He vaguely realized that the two of them seemed to have been unintentionally drawn into a dangerous whirlpool. The most important thing is to get out of here first!

"Get away!"

He roared, and six sharp bone claws instantly sprouted from the backs of his hands. Rush into the group of gunmen and dance hard.

Some strong men had their wrists cut off in half and were bleeding profusely, some had a disfiguring scar on their faces, and some had bloodstains more than ten centimeters long on their chests. But they continued to rush in as if nothing was wrong, with no expression of pain on their faces.

They look like numb and stiff dolls.

These gunmen put aside their guns one after another, put their hands on the torn wounds, and actually pulled out blood-red cold weapons from inside. Spiked gloves, axes, broadswords, spears...

After being pulled out, those seemingly horrific injuries healed quickly. Granulation squirmed disgustingly at the site of the wound.

And at the same time, a series of footsteps came from behind the passage, as if enemy reinforcements were still approaching.

"Master, let's go over there!"

The housekeeper jumped back and caught the somewhat confused Youan. Run quickly towards the other passage.

And these men in black followed closely behind.

There were also some corpses in the passage, but the deaths were clean and tidy, not as bloody and cruel as in the underground boxing ring.

The housekeeper held Euan in one hand and turned into a black shadow and ran quickly. To be honest, he regretted it a little. He really shouldn't have brought the young master out to see the world and practice. The world we see tonight is so big that even I have never seen it!

So why would three seemingly dim-witted gangsters get involved in such a dangerous and supernatural event? !

Isn't it a little too unprofessional?

If you are a gangster and just shoot and kill people, why do you want to get involved in the dangerous whirlpool of such extraordinary events? Too much fate? He also unintentionally involved himself and the young master...

The butler swore that if he could see those three stupid woodchucks, he would kick their butts with Master Euan's leather shoes. Oh, what a terrible situation.

After taking several turns in the passage, the housekeeper got a little lost. There are several forks in the road leading to nowhere.

He picked one at random and rushed over.

The speed was very fast, and he passed through the underground passage in a whoosh.

There were many crystal lamps hanging in the hall, and the bright light they brought made the butler squint his eyes slightly, and he glanced over.

Then I saw three stupid prairie dogs in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The state is like grinding teeth and sucking blood, and the picture is like killing people.

The white-haired one brandished his whip, hung the man in the air, strangled him, and tore off his head. The blond's two fingers were like spears, easily piercing the opponent's brow bone and heart. Black hair is the most brutal.

The whole thing is a human-shaped flesh-picking knife. The flesh and bones are split into two parts where the bloody figure passes. The killing is like a work of art.

There is a unique and enchanting beauty that cannot be explained.

"It's actually those three gangsters! Oh my God!"

Looking at their opponents again, they were clearly the same weirdo accomplices they had fought with before. Now they are being slaughtered like a group of pigs, as if the fish on the chopping board have no resistance at all.

very good.

Escape and escape to the most dangerous center of the whirlpool.

The housekeeper gave himself a slap in the heart.

He immediately wanted to take the young master back the same way, but another series of footsteps followed in the passage, and it was the gunmen from before. And the number of people was much larger than before.

There were two or three others wearing black robes, exuding a mysterious aura. Apparently the leader of the group.

A sense of danger flashed through the butler's heart, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid getting caught between the two groups of people.

as expected.

The gunmen who rushed out of the passage were all attracted by the three people who were killing people in the middle of the casino, and only a few came towards them.

boom!

A gunman was blown away by the huge force, spinning rapidly in the air. The blood spurting out of his mouth turned into a red mist.

The leader of the team, the black-robed man, reached out to catch it and looked down. He found that the gunman was dead and his body function and vitality were completely lost.

He snorted coldly and threw it away.

Then he stepped on the ground and rushed over.

The target was Kaxiu, who was closest.

A black shadow came in an instant with the wind and waves, and a white and slender palm stretched out from the cloak and slapped Kaxiu's vest fiercely.

This time, he actually used some kind of explosive technique, and the palm of his hand instantly accelerated in the air, squeezing the airflow and smashing it down fiercely.

Kaxiu naturally noticed it. He used brute force with his left hand to slap an enemy away, and then his right arm stretched out a big wheel. A reverse elbow hit him and hit the palm fiercely.

After a collision, the black-robed man stepped back, and Kaxiu's hasty response elbow also paused slightly. He narrowed his eyes and looked over, his sight mainly scanning several black-robed men.

"After killing so many young Blood Spirits, is the full Dead Blood finally here?" He propped up the platform with both hands, and flew over like a cannonball, facing the gunmen's hail of bullets.

The two Blood Spirits gunmen in the front were unlucky enough to be kicked in two, and the rest quickly scattered, surrounding them.

As if realizing that guns were useless to Kaxiu, they tore wounds on their bodies and took out weapons from the blood.

But Kaxiu didn't care much about the reactions of these Blood Spirits gunmen, and most of his attention was focused on the black-robed men. He spread his hands, as if teleporting, and suddenly appeared on the side of the black-robed man who had collided with him at the beginning.

He swung his right arm and tore it casually with a claw shape.

Unexpectedly, the black-robed man was quite agile, and he forced himself to use some familiar step skills to avoid the frontal claw.

The sharp claw shadow ripped the black hood.

A head of tea-green hair was waving in disorder, exposed under the bright yellow light. Then, a beautiful face with outstanding white skin was straightened again, and the narrow and charming eyes were sharp.

There was a prominent Adam's apple on the slender neck.

Kaxiu suddenly froze in place, and took a painless blow from the two Blood Spirit members next to him. He stared at this face deeply, and the memory that had been sealed in his mind seemed to reappear, the figure of the tea-green hair.

The two faces in his sight and memory quickly overlapped.

"Third Brother, Gordon Lanxi..."

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