The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

The next day, early in the morning, the capital.

In the dilapidated wooden house deep in the alley.

After eating a simple breakfast, Zana moved his body a few times before going out of the room to start today's work.

But as soon as he opened the door, he felt something passing through the crack in the upper door and falling on the back of own hand, as if it were water droplets. Originally, he thought it was rain, so he didn't take it to heart. After all, in the middle of the night, he could clearly hear the sound of rain.

But when he wanted to wipe his hands, Zana's body shook when he saw that the color in his hands was actually red and a little thick.

'Blood? ’

‘Someone died nearby last night? ’

‘Someone took advantage of the sound of heavy rain to kill people around here! ’

Immediately, his brain automatically showed the most likely answer.

In this gloomy alley, in addition to the ordinary poor, there are several groups of gangsters.

Although those guys are not very capable, they are more than vicious!

It is not impossible for them to kill for a few gold coins.

After hesitating for a while, Zana slowly opened the door and tilted his head slightly, wanting to observe the situation outside.

What caught your eye was the blood red of a place, and the bumpy road was like a puddle, and a lot of blood had already been accumulated.

The thin blood-colored creek stretches from the entrance of the alley to the end of the alley. Even the houses were stained a lot, as if someone had painted them all with blood, and it looked extraordinarily oozing.

? ?

What the hell is this?

Smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, Zana was puzzled.

He couldn't figure out where so much blood came from!

According to common sense, even if the population in the alleys add up, it is impossible to shed so much blood.

He turned his eyes to the neighbors around him. The people who had already started to run out of bragging and farting in the old days did not see any of them, only the moving shadow in the crack of the door, which proved that there were still people inside.

This made him feel a chill in his back, and he had the urge to close the door immediately!

After hesitating for a while, his eyes opened wide and he thought of a possibility: ‘Could it be that the Principality of Marton has been subjugated? Last night, someone took advantage of the heavy rain to break open the royal capital overnight, and the country was killed on the spot. Now the city is being massacred outside, so so much blood has been shed? ’

Thinking of this, he condensed his eyes, his body pressed against the wall, and quietly moved out of the alley. If it was really as he thought, then he had to run ahead of this remote alley before no one was taking care of it!

"Guru..."

As Zana was constantly approaching the exit of the alley, Zana couldn't help swallowing, feeling that his heart began to accelerate under the tension, and the gaps in the doors and windows of the houses in the alley were constantly projected to observe. look.

‘Everyone is watching themselves! He thought so suddenly.

Even Zana vaguely saw a large group of gangsters, lying on the roof of a certain house, looking at him in secret.

‘Boy, promising, you are brave! ’

Zana felt that he had read the meaning of the eyes of one of the bald guys.

When his head was about to move out of the alley, he faintly heard the faint sound of footsteps outside, and the lively scene during the day is completely different!

I want to retract my own head subconsciously.

But driven by courage, he still didn't do that. Instead, he stretched out his head and looked around.

In the empty street, there are no pedestrians, and there are no corpses all over the floor as Zana expected.

There was only an old man sweeping the floor, and the scarlet blood water rippled with his continuous sweeping. Accompanied by the abnormally silent surroundings, Zana felt a little hairy in his heart...

After some ideological struggle, Zana moved step by step, timidly using the gentlest tone of his life, and asked the old man: "Old man, what happened to the king's capital yesterday, why are there no pedestrians?"

Hearing the sound, the old man turned his back to him, and the figure sweeping the floor suddenly stopped. Slowly looking at Zana like a rusty machine, he replied with a lifeless, hoarse voice: "Nothing. It's just that the color of the rain is a little weird..."

The syllables of each word were dragged extremely long, as if they were slowly coming out, matching the surrounding blood and the old man's yellow face, could not help revealing an extremely terrifying atmosphere, which made Zana's hairs stand up immediately.

"This... this way... it turns out that these bloody waters are just rain..."

Licking his tongue, Zana showed a reluctant smile, and the old man in front of him made him shudder.

Just when he was about to retreat, the old man raised his eyelids slightly, as if he was thinking of something again, and added: "Oh, yes! This rain of blood is said to be related to... well... a poignant love. The story is related. I heard people say that it seems to be a gift from God. You may go to the end of the street to find out. It is said to be very touching. A large group of young girls were crying there..."

? ? ? ? ?

Zana was taken aback at once, and some did not understand what the other party meant.

Judging from his barren knowledge, what is the connection between a poignant love story and the rain of blood? ?

How could it have something to do with the gift of heaven? Shouldn't this be classified as a big evil omen, and heaven's punishment comes? ? ?

With puzzled thoughts, he began to walk towards the location the old man had said. He also encountered some sparse crowds along the way, but everyone looked cautious or confused, and obviously did not figure out what was going on.

It didn’t take long for him to see a large crowd gathered at the end of the street, and the crowd really looked like the old man said. There were a large group of girls crying there. Don’t say you were crying and sad. While discussing it, Zana was very unclear.

In puzzlement, Zana leaned her ears over, wanting to listen carefully to what they were talking about...

As soon as I heard it, I was fascinated!

Don’t mention it, Duke has gathered dozens of poets, storytellers, and orators. The stories that Duke has compiled are not only gorgeous and beautiful, but they also use a lot of melancholic plots to make the development of the story even more fascinating. .

Principality of Marton: No. 1 poor man, Principality of Marton; No. 1 rich girl who needs help from nobles in his family, Principality of Yal: After helping the hostess’s family a lot, he became engaged to the hostess, mainly responsible for soy sauce and Cuckolded noble male number two.

With the hard work of dozens of people, the three have formed a complete story chain!

Not only does it clearly describe the complicated feelings between the male and female lords due to the accidental acquaintance, but also describes the intricate troubles of their respective families, as well as the various injustices and contradictions in the world, in a very subtle way.

For example, when I was brutally fallen from the sky, I still chose, ‘of course, forgive her! ’’S male number two.

Finally, let the male protagonist die on the spot under the insidious blow of the male's second stick hitting the mandarin duck, and in conjunction with the bloody rain plot caused by the suicide of the heroine, not to mention what is unprecedented, at least it is the top three in the industry. The high level of depth.

On the spot, Zana, who lived in this era of lack of entertainment and really had little insight, fell into it!

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"The love story between the commoner boy Mark and the rich Miss Evero? ? ’

"The love-hate entanglement of several families?"

‘There is also a fiancé from the Principality of Yar who specializes in hatred? ? ’

‘What’s more important is that both the male and female lords are still dead, is it possible that this is the magic version of Titanic + Romeo and Juliet? ? ? ’

Drinking the vegetable soup in front of him, watching the maids crying not far away and discussing vigorously, Orchga tilted his head, feeling a little bit interesting.

Judging from the plot of the story, whether it is on the Earth side or on the Otherworld side, the tastes of the masses are similar.

The only problem is that I don’t know what evil the heroine’s fiancé has done in her life. She was robbed of her wife and tried to take it back, but she was scolded and tied to a pillar of shame.

Regarding the reasoning, even the wicked man Olga did not think clearly.

Perhaps this is the meaning of licking a dog to die.

Then he didn’t really think of his random behavior, which made Jem comprehend the tactics of public opinion warfare. Presumably, in a few days, this story just made up will spread throughout the country and arouse the hatred of the lower-level Principality of Yar. Emotions.

It was a small favor to Jim, although he didn't feel that way.

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After eating, Olga said to the housekeeper who was standing next to him, about twenty-five years old, with a beautiful appearance, a perfect body, and a serious look: "Go and prepare a carriage for me. Today I want to go out. visit."

Hearing that Olga was going out, the housekeeper was taken aback for a while and then replied:

"Okay, my lord."

Since she was transferred here, she had never seen Olga go out, and even communication with other people had rarely occurred. In her observations, although Olga was extremely good in both her temperament and appearance, she felt as if she was incompatible with the world, and she had never cared about external affairs.

Even Crown Prince Jem’s visit in person has never made him feel the slightest nervous reaction. On the contrary, Jem, the precious crown prince, is a little bit cautious, which makes her very puzzled, but she also knows that many things are not her responsibility, so she Never asked.

It may be a little inadequate to speak of, but in the two or three months, her understanding of the owner of Olga, who she served, was only the person’s name and general behavior and habits, except for that. There is nothing else.

Even the origin and specific name are not known.

It can only be said to be better than strangers!

Fortunately, Olga's temperament was indifferent, but his temper was quite good. He had never been angry with anyone, even if the other party's behavior was reckless, and would never care about anything harshly.

Otherwise she really feels a bit tricky.

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