Text Chapter 501: Black History

It was late at night, and the long street where the crowds of people flooded in front of the gate of the Castle Lord's Castle and the players flooded in like crucian carp had become extremely quiet at this moment, but there were still three or four kittens standing firm, but the number of people was real. There are too few, even if they can gather together to form a shadow, it always gives people a sense of powerless struggle.

Occasionally a gust of wind blew by, picking up the dust and leaves on the ground, rolling slowly into a whirlpool, adding a little sound, and suppressing some unorganized discussions at the same time.

There are only about a thousand people left.

And in the middle of the night, people continued to leave quietly.

In the evening, some voices came from nowhere, exposing some dark history of listening to Fengcheng long ago.

In the past, the city lord here, in order to recover the fallen Tingfeng City, went to great lengths and almost died during the battle. In the end, Tingfeng City was successfully recovered. But the good times didn't last long, because of the problem of profit distribution, a group of players in Fengcheng had a frenzied assassination of the city lord.

It seems that the city lord is also a kind person, but after that assassination, the city lord was so cold that he no longer trusted the human nature after the catastrophe. In a rage, all the players were expelled from Tingfeng city.

"I worked so hard to recover the fallen city, but in the end I was betrayed. If it were me, I would be so unhappy!"

"After great sorrow and great joy, there will be a big change in temperament. After a catastrophe, human nature will change dramatically. Under such circumstances, it is rare to be able to preserve a heart to save lives and heal the wounded, but in the end it was ruined by some villains... Sigh."

Speech gradually expanded.

Two-thirds of the players who migrated for the first time were old and weak or sub-jobs in life, and they would not charge forward, and the guild generally did not have their points. It's just that a group of elite players rushed to the front, agitated in the name of democracy and the slogan of oppressing and relocating players, and gradually formed a momentum.

It seems that everyone is not responsible for the crime. Most people have this idea, right?

But if someone really has the heroic character of "I would rather let the people of the world bear me than let the people of the world bear me", then there is really no withdrawal.

"Speaking of which, after all, Fengcheng is also a city of the fifth-level God's Choice, right? Although this time it is a cooperation with the capital of abundance, but I heard that this time, the Lord Luo of the capital of abundance proposed..."

"Based on Fengcheng's record of defending the city with zero fatalities, if word is released, even if it is impossible to form a guild, there will still be many people willing to rush in, right?"

That's exactly what it is. Elite players, powerful and well-equipped, can survive no matter what kind of God's Choice city they are in, right? But what about the old and the weak? What about those who can only rely on side jobs to dawdle? Without this kind of God's Chosen City where you can sleep peacefully, how long can you live in peace and stability?

"Damn guild, ma'am, I'm the only one who cooks in a restaurant, and I don't rely on that kind of shit for food!"

"I'm just a tailor who buys low-end fur from players and makes clothes for the aborigines. I just want to live in peace...I can't stay in this place anymore!"

"There are still kids waiting for me to go back and cook, so I won't get involved!"

In the darkness, a pair of eyes watched people leave one after another, secretly worried. After being silent for a long time, he quietly hid in the shadows and quickly left from the surrounding alleys.

Of course, it just makes people feel that he is also a person who can't persevere.

The person quickly turned left and right, and then came to a residential area, and quietly entered one of the inconspicuous rooms.

In the house, a faint light suddenly lit up, and finally he could see the person's appearance clearly. It was a young man with an ordinary face.

At this time, in the room, there was a frowning middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said dissatisfiedly: "If there is something, just tell me by email. Why do you want to come? Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

The young man shook his head and said, "Some things can be clearly explained by email? Besides, I have been standing there for a day and a night, so I have to rest, right? To be honest, the current situation is not good."

The middle-aged man nodded, sighed and said, "The superior has been notified of this matter as soon as possible."

"Then... what does it mean?"

"Wait." The middle-aged man said only one word.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he said dissatisfiedly: "Wait? We have done so many things, and the result is a word of "wait?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "If you don't want to wait, you can quit."

The young man sneered and said, "I have done so many things, now let me quit and get nothing, are you kidding me?"

The middle-aged man was unmoved and said, "Then don't talk nonsense to me. As long as you do things well, it will definitely benefit you!"

The young man shrugged, suddenly poked his head forward, and said softly, "Who the hell... is the so-called superior? I have joined this organization for a long time, but I have never known the boss behind it."

The middle-aged man said calmly: "When the time comes, I will introduce you. Just do your job well. I promise, as long as you are loyal enough, there will always be a time to see you."

The young man rolled his eyes twice noncommittally, and suddenly said: "There are fewer and fewer people now, and I estimate that there will be no more than 500 people who will stay until dawn tomorrow. And I think this city lord really dares to To drive people away. To be honest, several of them came out of Tingfeng City before, and I have confirmed this from their mouths."

"How many people are reliable?"

The young man nodded and said, "We've known each other for more than a year. If they hadn't encountered this situation again this time, they would still not be willing to bring up that incident. After all, the impression was too deep, and it was like a nightmare."

The middle-aged man frowned, and pondered: "Unexpectedly, it is really a hard bone."

"Then what should our people do now?" The young man worried: "If tomorrow morning, the city lord finds that there are still people outside the door, it will be difficult to drive them away when he gets angry. The order to surrender? It’s easy to come out, but hard to go back.”

The middle-aged man patted his forehead and walked around the room. After a while, he sighed and said, "Let's get rid of everyone. It's meaningless to stick to it. Only a few hundred people can't make a difference. I will put this matter to rest." Report it completely, and make a decision later."

"Okay, I'm too sleepy, I'll sleep for a while, and call someone at dawn." After the young man said, he walked into another room and fell asleep.

The middle-aged man smiled wryly, but he didn't contact the so-called superior immediately. Let him take the lead in this matter, and he has an unshirkable responsibility when the matter has developed to this point.

"Insufficient information... If I had known that there was such a period of history, I wouldn't have used such a radical method." The middle-aged man sighed for a long time.

He wandered around the room for a while, then suddenly got up, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

If the player is doing this action, if he is not closing his eyes and resting his mind, then he is operating the mail space wholeheartedly.

At this moment, a black shadow quietly approached the middle-aged man. He landed silently, like a ghost. Even under the warm light, the black eyes still give people a cold feeling... This feeling, even wearing a half mask, cannot be concealed.

The figure quietly took out the small bottle full of dark green liquid from the personal space. He pulled out the small bottle and handed it to the middle-aged man's nose.

At this moment, the middle-aged man didn't even open his eyes, but frowned instinctively, and fell down.

The figure nimbly picked up the middle-aged man, so as not to make a sound when it hit the ground. The middle-aged man had already passed out at this time, and this figure quietly entered another room, and used the same method to make other young people unconscious.

Then, the figure walked out again, walked to the side of the middle-aged man, and stretched out his hand to pinch his neck.

But seeing the middle-aged man's painful expression, the figure's arms trembled slightly, as if trying to restrain himself, but he kept pinching the middle-aged man's neck with increasing strength.

Seeing that the middle-aged man's face had turned blue, the figure's arms trembled further away, as if it was also struggling.

In the darkness, a faint sigh suddenly came, "It's just a comatose prey, so that excited the killing addiction in your heart?"

The figure trembled all over, and his five fingers loosened suddenly. The middle-aged man fell to the ground, but he still didn't wake up, but his breathing became more and more smooth.

"If you don't know how to control your heart, one day you will be swallowed by your own madness, and finally become a monster who only knows how to kill."

While waiting softly, Zhao Nan sighed softly, reached out and patted the shoulder of the figure, "When the day comes, I don't mind knowing your life with my own hands."

"At that time, please kill me."

The figure said lightly, as if it didn't contain any emotion...or sadness, that kind of sunset is infinitely good, but it's just the sadness at dusk.

Zhao Nan shook his head, "Take people out of the city."

After all, Zhao Nan walked away quietly, really erratic like a ghost.

Not long after, outside Tingfeng City, the middle-aged man was brought in front of him, and then he was left on the ground casually.

Zhao Nan sighed heavily, took out several bottles of strange potions from his personal space, and poured them into the middle-aged man's mouth.

Soon after, the middle-aged Yoyo woke up. It's just that his eyes were a little blurred, and his reaction became very slow, just like a drunk person.

"You... who are you?"

His vision even became blurred.

Zhao Nan spread five fingers in front of the middle-aged man, and a gray light enveloped his entire head.

Magic words!

A moment later, the middle-aged man's eyes were empty, and he was already under the control of the magic words.

Zhao Nan chuckled, and squatted down, "Okay, now it's interrogation time..." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!)