I seem to be an evil god

After leaving the swamp garden, Liu Dao rolled up his sleeves, and a black mark was slowly dissipating on his arm.

Since signing the contract, Liu Dao has been feeling itchy in his left arm, but he has never shown any abnormality in other people's home stadiums.

Standing in a remote corner, Liu Dao silently watched the mark disappear. Then he opened the black notebook in his hand and turned to the last page. The red 74, which represented his identity, was slowly fading, just like the one on his arm. imprint.

"Haha, you are a devil, just lie to ghosts."

This was the reason Liu Dao dared to sign the contract. The system-certified Poseidon was not a vegetarian. In this world, the hierarchical nature of power was very obvious. Although Liu Dao's internal energy was only professional level, his quality was at the god level.

Then Liu Dao took out a small black notebook. He could still use the contents and functions on it, as if nothing happened just now.

Liu Dao put away his black leather notebook and wandered around in the underground black market.

There is another purpose for coming to the underground black market this time. Liu Dao is planning to wake up some corpses. With Smith's support, he has a lot of money left in his hands. It's time to have a group of human subordinates.

The name of the shop selling corpses in the underground black market is very casual, just call it cemetery.

When Liu Dao arrived, he saw them carrying coffins one after another, as if they were leaving.

"What's going on? The cemetery is not going to do business anymore?" The conversation between the two men in black robes caught Liu Dao's attention.

"You didn't see it just now, but a group of people came and bought all the corpses."

"Nonsense, there are so many corpses in the cemetery, and there are many elites, how much does it cost to buy them all!"

"You know what the hell, the leader is definitely the master. I just took a look, and now my left hand is still numb."

"You mean..." One of the men in black robes said halfway, but his companion hurriedly covered his mouth, and then left sneakily.

Liu Dao regretfully averted his gaze. Vivian and Di Xinglong were just beginners at master level and had no clue about the path after master level.

"The master of the Necromancy School came to the city at this time. Tsk, it seems that he has something to do."

Liu Dao turned around. He was happy to be able to buy a corpse, but he was not disappointed if he couldn't.

After exiting the silver gate of the underground black market, Liu Dao felt the familiar hunger again, and he was still conveying to him the message that there was food all around.

Liu Dao used his mental power to carefully scan his whole body, and there were still those common flies and mice.

You don't want me to eat mice, do you?

Liu Dao, who was puzzled, suddenly thought of a terrible possibility. He shuddered and quickly left the sewer.

It is impossible to eat rats. Even if I am beaten to death by the patrol director, I will not eat rats.

Liu Dao, who was racing in the sewer, suddenly became dizzy and his body stumbled back to normal. He stepped on the slippery tiles under his feet in surprise.

The ground was very smooth. Even if it was a little damp and moss was growing on the corners, it was impossible for Liu Dao, a professional, to stumble.

Liu Dao looked back and saw that the silver door that was there just now had disappeared at some point, and the muscles in his body also calmed down at the same time.

Liu Dao could even feel the dissatisfaction in his blood, like a hound that had lost its prey, barking loudly at its owner.

The underground black market is a bit interesting~

It was already early in the morning, Liu Dao's scarce perception attribute had dropped again, the playful side of his personality had increased significantly, and he was slipping towards the abyss of the second grade.

Liu Dao was boringly flipping through his black leather notebook on the street. It was the dead of night and Liu Dao was the most energetic time of the day.

The Jiying Group only has 74 members. Although the Forest Province has a lot of forest land, its population base is also not small. If 74 people are mixed into a population of hundreds of thousands, they will not be able to make a splash at all.

Liu Dao flipped through his notebook boredly. Currently, there are neither tasks nor any new news in Lion City. The few messages available for exchange are data reports from various industries in Lion City. Maybe someone can see any abnormalities from them, but This kind of brain-burning activity is not suitable for Liu Dao.

At this time, a line of black writing suddenly appeared in the reward area. Liu Dao took a closer look and saw that the person who issued the mission happened to be in the Lion City.

"Help! We are currently being hunted by the Demon Hunter Guild. Is there anyone alive near the Lion City?"

The bounty column below clearly states 100 contribution points. It seems that the person who issued the task is not a good person. 100 contribution points can already command the elite level to take action.

Liu Dao stopped and a message was written on his notebook:

"Look around, are you going to finish on the 43rd?"

After the first message appeared, what followed was a massive carnival of melon-eating people.

"Look around, are you going to quit the organization on the 43rd?"

"I left the Lion City not far from the Lion City two days ago on the 43rd. You sent the mission late."

What follows is a series of ridicules. If you ignore No. 43 who is being hunted, Liu Dao seems to have returned to the post bar in his previous life, where the crowd is watching the host's miserable situation.

More than ten minutes have passed since the mission was released. Liu Dao stared at the black notebook. There was no sign of canceling the reward. It seemed that No. 43 was not very lucky.

The manic and energetic Liu Dao decided to give this unlucky No. 43 a chance.

His mental power was transmitted to the notebook, and a line of dark ink appeared above: What does the demon hunter who led the team to hunt you look like?

Finally grasping the life-saving straw, No. 43 immediately replied: "A middle-aged woman with a bloodline, brother, are you in the Lion City? I will contribute 150 contribution points, please help me!"

A middle-aged woman by blood? Liu Dao's mind changed. In the entire Demon Hunting Guild, there were not many bloodline female demon hunters, and there were still some who could lead a team to hunt down...

Hey, Director Elizabeth, we really are enemies and don’t get together~

A flash of blood flashed in Liu Dao's eyes. The Earth-walking Dragon was released by him. The ground beneath his feet swallowed Liu Dao like a swamp. At this moment, the master-level Earth-walking Dragon burst into the battlefield!

Sneaking in the land, the master-level dragon quickly determined the direction of the battle. Within 10 breaths, Liu Dao saw No. 43 who was being hunted.

This is obviously a bloodline professional. The most obvious thing is the earthy yellow scales covering his body and a big tail on his back.

During the few minutes that Liu Dao watched with force, No. 43 kept running forward tenaciously, his scales shattering all over the street.

The resilience of the tail behind him was astonishing, and many long-range attacks were blocked. The demon hunters who were closer were all fighting bloody battles.

This is how much blood was lost. Doesn’t it mean that excessive blood loss will cause shock?

Liu Dao looked at the demon hunters who were all stained red and expressed his admiration for No. 43's strong survival ability.

As expected, bloodline systems cannot be considered human beings~

He silently observed the witcher's encirclement underground, and his mental power was transmitted to the black leather notebook.

"43, run left."