I seem to be an evil god

It's just that Liu Dao avoided some problems, but some people just couldn't.

When Liu Dao fell asleep with a smile on his face, in another room, the young steward of the caravan appeared from behind the door with a smile and said to the dazed Cato in the room:

"Hello, let me introduce to you. The dark elf you accidentally killed just now is from the Black Blade Clan. He is known for his tough methods and will be punished by others."

Gattuso stared blankly at the blood on his hands. In his hands, the tool thrown into the truck was recovered, but the brain of a dark elf was also stained on the tool.

Gattuso came to steal things today. Unlike Liu Dao, this man had no intention of covering up his actions. He jumped directly into the room from the outer wall of the hotel. As soon as he entered the door, he saw someone carefully observing his tools. Seeing this, Tusuo couldn't bear it and snatched it away with his hands.

The person whose tool was taken away was the dark elf who came to assassinate him. After the tool was taken away, he took out the dagger in his backhand. Gattuso had been a professional for a day or two, and a few moves cost a life.

Then the young steward appeared.

Gattuso held the tool and glanced at the dark elf casually.

"Haha, goodbye."

He had no intention of getting into trouble with these people. He went out and found a place to hide. How could the dark elves turn over the entire city?

"Your Excellency, please wait a moment."

The young steward unfolded the sleeves on his arms. On the inside of his arms, there was a dagger-shaped mark surrounded by black thorns.

"Look at your arms, you can't run."

Gattuso ran halfway out, opened his sleeves, and saw the exact same marks. He was stunned for a moment and asked the young steward.

"Did you catch the one I was with?"

The next day, Liu Dao woke up and saw a circle of people surrounding the hotel stairs when he went out.

The residents and the caravan guards gathered around the corner, observing what was going on upstairs and discussing in low voices.

Liu Dao listened closely and found that a mysterious figure had died upstairs. Some people said they saw a black corpse, as if he had been cursed to death.

Liu Dao didn't care after hearing it. Although he was a little surprised to encounter a curse and kill someone, it had nothing to do with him.

Going down to the first floor, Liu Dao was about to check out and leave.

However, at this moment, four demon hunters suddenly rushed in outside the door, and their silver-gray demon hunting badges were photographed on the front desk of the hotel.

"Seal the hotel exit. Give me a list of all guests last night. Guests are not allowed to check out."

The receptionist was stunned and looked at Liu Dao. The demon hunter saw the rune key in his hand and smiled friendly.

"Please cooperate with the investigation."

Liu Dao silently took back the rune key without saying anything else. Even though the demon hunter was very polite and seemed easy to talk to, he would never let him go if he really wanted to leave.

This is a face-saving process. The guests will cooperate with the investigation in a friendly manner, and the witcher will not behave too harshly.

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, Liu Dao didn't understand why this happened. According to common sense, the caravan should not dare to report it. After all, what was lost was a magic book of the undead, and its origin was unknown. Good explanation.

Did he come here to curse and kill people?

While Liu Dao was puzzled, the upper floors of the hotel seemed to have been sorted out. The stairs were filled with sounds of going up and down. After a while, Liu Dao didn't see anyone coming down. Instead, a demon hunter came to inform him. Everyone in the lobby returned to their rooms.

"We need to investigate your alibi. There was a burglary at the hotel."

Liu Dao secretly screamed, how is this possible?

Does the caravan really dare to report to the Demon Hunter Guild?

Liu Dao touched the Necromancer's Magic Book in his arms. Is it so open now? Are undead items no longer contraband?

Many years ago, the issue of discrimination against necromancers had attracted the attention of many professionals. Following the protests of a large number of professionals, items related to death energy have been removed from the prohibited list.

But even though the law says so, many old phenomena will still appear in the actual application process. This is why Liu Dao threw out the magic book.

He will not be arrested for carrying items related to the undead, but he will be monitored for this reason, which is not conducive to his next actions.

Now that the caravan is reporting the loss of items related to death energy, it is equivalent to telling the Demon Hunter Guild that I have a problem.

This chamber of commerce is really interesting. Not only did it provoke the dark elves, it also dared to provoke the Demon Hunting Guild.

etc…

Liu Dao frowned, realizing the possible correlation.

Liu Dao sat in the room, his face darkened. If something were to come out of the investigation, he would indeed be in trouble.

About half an hour later, four demon hunters came over to specifically ask Liu Dao for his alibi last night. The leader was a young demon hunter named Rex who carried a short sword on his back.

The demon hunter's questioning was quite satisfactory. Liu Dao glanced at the four people present and was basically sure that there was no professional like a psychiatrist who could see through lies.

Liu Dao recited the words he had thought of and frowned slightly as he watched the team of demon hunters walking towards the other two rooms after going out.

In the afternoon the hotel blockade ended.

From the window, Liu Dao saw the demon hunter team leaving in an orderly manner and felt relieved.

However, just when he was about to check out, Liu Dao met the caravan leader, the pair of uncle and nephew, and Gattuso, who looked shivering behind them.

"Mr. Punk, we want to talk to you."

Liu Dao secretly complained of negligence. He forgot that completing the task was not only about arresting the prisoner, but also informing the employer of the prisoner's name. Anyway, as long as the employer was satisfied.

Liu Dao didn't say anything more and followed the two of them to a secret room.

As soon as he entered the room, Gattuso rolled up his sleeves.

"Punk, look at your arm. We can't help you this time."

Liu Dao glanced at him coldly and did not lift up his sleeves. Instead, he looked at the uncle and nephew.

"You can hire me to cooperate with you. What did you steal from the dark elves? Hand it over."

The expressions of the uncle and nephew changed. The uncle laughed twice, trying to persuade Liu Dao. Liu Dao didn't pay attention to his nonsense and stared straight at the two smart guys.

"Either you hand over your stuff, or the cooperation ends here."

The young man's expression was slightly angry, as if he wanted to threaten Liu Dao, but his uncle was much more mature than him. He stopped the young man who wanted to talk back and bent slightly towards Liu Dao.

"I've caused you trouble, please pretend nothing happened."

Liu Dao sneered and stood up. Behind him, Gattuso was a little dumbfounded.

He took two quick steps to dive deep into Liu Dao, touched the curse mark on his arm and said uncertainly:

"Do you really want to leave? Killing the dark elves will leave marks on your arms, and you will be hunted by them if you leave."

Liu Dao looked at him like he was an idiot and flashed his fair arms.

"I don't."

Gattuso froze on the spot. After a while, the old man lifted up his robe with a depressed look and took out a bell-shaped object.

Just as he was about to shake, Liu Dao suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Stop, don't use it."