Merchant of the Underworld

I was very disappointed when I heard this and shook my head helplessly.

Han Song raised his neck and drank the remaining half of the bottle of wine. An extremely strong smell of white wine suddenly filled the air, which was very choking.

"Do you have anything else to ask?" He turned to me and asked.

"No, since he doesn't know the way, there is nothing he can do." I shook my head.

"Then he's useless." Han Song looked at the empty wine bottle in his hand, opened the window and threw it out.

Outside the car is a bridge across the river. Under the bridge, the river with ice and ballast is rolling and powerful.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bodyguard in black in front covered the foreigner's neck, then took out a dagger and swiped it on his neck.

The foreigner struggled hard for a few times, and a line of blood spread out.

Another bodyguard in black opened the car door and kicked him out.

The foreigner fell straight into the middle of the river like a pig that had just been pierced through the neck.

I looked at it and secretly said, these guys are really cruel and ruthless! However, since he is the T-shirt man’s friend and has been told so much, the T-shirt man must have great trust in him, so I naturally have nothing to be wary of.

"What, you can't get used to the wine here?" Han Song took out another bottle of white wine from the refrigerator, bit it open, and turned to ask me.

I shook the bottle: "Since I told you in the first year of junior high school, I have nothing to hide. I really am not in the mood to drink right now. I have to... reach the Devil's Valley as soon as possible."

As soon as the words came to my lips, I swallowed back the words "Sword of Dusk".

I don’t know how much the T-shirt man told him. The fewer people who know about this, the better.

"You don't have to worry about it. I'll take care of the rest. I'll go with you tomorrow." After Han Song finished speaking, he drank another half of the bottle of wine.

"Are you going too?" I was very surprised.

"Yeah." Han Song nodded and said, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. I have a lot of people under my command, but they can only deal with humans. They can't help with the rest. I owe Chu a life. He has never asked me, even if he dies, I will do this favor. What’s more, only I can take out the Sword of Dusk." Han Song said casually.

It can only deal with humans. Only he can take out the Sword of Dusk...

What this guy said shocked me. What is his origin?

Why did the T-shirt man ask him to help me? Could it be that this guy who looks like a gangster is actually an outsider?

"By the way, you can call me Laoliu like you did in the first year of junior high school. I am similar to the magic box you have. It cannot live without blood, and I cannot live without wine, otherwise I will go crazy." He said, holding his hand The wine in the bottle was poured in again.

In just the blink of an eye, he had already drank two bottles of strong Russian white wine. But what surprised me more than his drinking capacity was that he knew almost all the secrets of the femininity merchant business!

The fact that the man in the T-shirt told him all such important information shows that this person is extremely trustworthy, and this trip to Russia will definitely receive his strong support.

The convoy ran for a long time and stopped in front of a very luxurious hotel. The parking lot was empty, there was not a single car, and dozens of bodyguards in black stood neatly in the cold wind. We got off together. After getting out of the car, Lao Liu grabbed another bottle of wine.

He had drank five bottles, but his expression had not changed at all, and there was not even a trace of alcohol coming out. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.

The whole hotel was empty. Lao Liu said that this was one of his lairs.

He arranged for me to rest here for one night and said I would wait until I cross the border tomorrow!

As soon as I took a shower, Lao Liu asked someone to deliver several large packets of plasma. It seemed that he not only knew about the magic box, but also had a good understanding of it.

The magic box is fine during the day and nothing happens, but it opens automatically every night, and as the villain continues to rotate, it emits a piercing scream.

At the same time, all surrounding sounds will become the same melody - running water, alarm clock, TV, all sounds will sound according to this melody.

Li Mazi and I were immediately assimilated by the sound. It was as if hundreds or even thousands of steel needles were pricking our whole bodies together, which was extremely painful.

The only way is to feed blood!

After the box drinks enough blood, it will temporarily calm down for a while.

But its needs are getting bigger and bigger, and it seems that after a while, blood alone will not be able to satisfy it.

If we don't find the Sword of Dusk in time, we're probably going to end up like Luo Yeffu.

Early the next morning, Han Laoliu knocked on my door.

He was the only one outside the door, wearing a thick fur coat and carrying a long black leather bag.

I followed him into a Hummer, and I didn’t know which secret route I took, directly crossing the border and entering Russian territory.

The Hummer drove across the vast snowfield for another two days before driving into a villa with a round spire that looked like it was covered with onions.

Outside the villa gate stood many bearded men wearing camouflage uniforms and holding AK47 assault rifles.

However, when they saw Han Laoliu sitting in the driver's seat, they were all extremely polite and hurriedly opened the door.

It was like a secret base for terrorists. Dozens or hundreds of bearded men came in and out with guns in their arms. Han Laoliu slammed the car door and said something to the Russian beauty with long legs and yellow hair on the steps. What.

The beauty replied and made a gesture of invitation.

Han Laoliu turned to me and said, "You can't find the Devil's Valley without someone to guide you. This guy is doing pretty well in the Far East of Siberia. Asking for his help should save you a lot of trouble!"

The villa was extremely luxuriously built, and the walls were covered with famous paintings from the Middle Ages. Even the picture frames were made of gold. The floor was covered with thick bear hair carpets, and the chandeliers in the corridor were also inlaid with precious stones.

As the beauty turned through several doors one after another, we finally came to an extremely spacious hall.

In the center of the hall is a swimming pool built using natural hot springs. Heat waves are rising from the room, creating a cloud of white smoke.

In the middle of the pool, three naked beauties were surrounding a big fat man.

The fat man weighed two hundred and forty or fifty pounds, and his whole body was covered with long brown hair. At first glance, he looked no different from a big bear.

He lay extremely comfortably on the lap of a beautiful woman, squinting his eyes slightly as he ate the grapes handed to him by another beautiful woman. Two big fluffy hands kept rubbing the beauty's breasts and thighs.

"Hi, long time no see!" The fat man waved his hand to Han Laoliu and said hello in half-baked Chinese.