"Where is the remaining treasure?"
Mu Heng looked around for a week and asked.
The side of Xu Feng's face covered by the scar twitched slightly, and his voice seemed to be squeezed from between his teeth:
"... What if I don't tell you?"
Mu Heng raised his eyes and looked over, his emotions in his eyes were unclear, and the blade in his palm was shining with cold light.
The fear of death is like a cold steel needle, which penetrates deeply into the spine, bringing an almost instinctive convulsion.
Xu Feng felt that his clothes on his back were soaked with sweat, so he could only tightly tighten his fingers and press the gem against his palm. The cold and hard edges and corners of the gem touched his skin, bringing a kind of faintness. It hurts, but it has become his only support now, like a straw held by a drowning man.
The silver-haired man in front of him raised his hand and made a light hook.
Xu Feng felt the walls around his body lead him towards Mu Heng's direction.
As the distance drew in, he could almost see the dense silver-white eyelashes and the ice-blue eyes beneath them.
Even if Mu Heng hasn't done anything yet, Xu Feng still feels pressure doubled.
His Adam's apple moved hard, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
In the next second, he began to feel the air wall around him begin to shrink and move inward.
Although the speed is slow, it is exceptionally stable, without being obstructed by any force, firmly trying to squeeze inside.
The limbs were folded into a twisted shape, and they were confined in a narrow square.
He could feel the broken bones piercing the skin and breaking off on the invisible wall of air. His body was like a punctured balloon. The red blood gurgled from the crack and accumulated in the Quartet.
Xu Feng began to panic.
He felt the air in his lungs being squeezed quickly, and he felt dizzy.
The broken ribs pierced into the chest cavity, making his breathing sound like a broken bellows.
Click—
The sound of a broken arm sounded, and Xu Feng screamed.
His arm dropped softly, and the gem hidden in his palm fell from his trembling fingers and slammed on the ground with a jingle.
Finally, the wall no longer shrinks inward.
Mu Heng leaned down and picked up the gem with his fingers wearing black gloves. The surface of the gem was blue and smooth, and it was stained with sticky fresh blood.
He lowered his eyes and stared at his face reflected in the gem.
The last time I was in the Irvine District, this gem completely bounced the fatal injuries from Chen Yankang's body onto him, and later—
In the cave where the blood formation was drawn, at the last second after the fainting, Mu Heng could vaguely feel that he was being held back.
On the smooth surface of the gemstone, a hint of softness can be vaguely seen across the bottom of the man's eyes.
But in the next second, that almost gentle look was replaced by coldness.
He raised his head and looked at Xu Feng, whose face was earthy:
"Do you think I will strike twice with the same trick?"
Xu Feng felt the walls around him continue to compress inward, as if all his limbs were being crushed. The most frightening thing was that he could clearly feel the sensation of his bones being broken every second.
At this time, he finally couldn't help it anymore, and howl pierced through his throat:
"Ahhhh-"
Having lost the last guarantee, Xu Feng had to compromise. He screamed:
"I'll take you! I'll take you!"
"Very good." Mu Heng smiled: "Thank you."
"Not bright enough."
Shi An scanned the silverware in front of him and frowned.
The demon threw it behind him like trash and made a clanging noise.
It fumbled for a moment in the pile of treasures in front of it with its paws, and once again drew out a shiny silver necklace: "My lord, what about this one?"
Shi An raised his eyelids:
"Not pure enough."
The devil followed the process just now, and then fished out a shining silver ring from the treasure pile:
"How about this?"
Shi An changed his posture and yawned: "It's not expensive enough."
Devil: "..."
It looked sadly at the pile of silver treasures behind it.
Those treasures that were either silver or simply showed silver were piled up casually like garbage. These were all "defective products" that Shi An was not satisfied with.
To be honest, there are a lot of treasures that even the devil sees it, but Shi An simply glances at it and throws it aside.
So what do you want!
The devil is in some condition.
Shi An: "Huh?"
He raised his eyes, and the fiery eyes fixedly looked towards the demon insect.
The demon worm shuddered, only then realized that he had accidentally said the problem in his heart just now.
It hastily remedied:
"I mean... If there are more detailed requirements, maybe it's easier to find?"
"Well… "
Shi An blinked, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought:
"First of all, it must be big enough, it must be big enough to fit my whole body in."
The devil made a careful note: "Hmm!"
"The color must be light enough and pure, silvery like solid moonlight, light and delicate, not too dark, it will look very heavy and heavy, but it must not be too light, otherwise it will be the color of white iron... "
The devil continued to take notes seriously: "Hmm!"
"It's best to be warm, it will automatically heat up."
Demon Insect: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"It would be better if there were blue gems to match..."
The demon insect slowly raised his head to look at the young man not far away, and said dryly:
"... Is it best or two?"
Shi An: "Yes, yes!"
Devil: "..."
Just report Mu Heng's mobile phone number!
Under the guidance of Xu Feng, who gave up struggling, Mu Heng came to the place where he hid all his treasures.
The warehouse in front of him was piled with valuable treasures, bright and bright, and the shimmering Mu Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.
He stepped forward, seeming to be looking for something.
Xu Feng was still imprisoned in the square, his eyes were slightly black due to excessive blood loss, and he was breathing hard.
He has never felt so desperate.
Those mercenaries who died did not matter to him. After all, as long as there was enough profit temptation, coupled with enough strength threats, he could recruit more desperadoes sooner or later.
But without these treasures, everything is really gone.
His last hope for a comeback was also shattered.
When Xu Feng was leaning on the air wall and lingering, he heard a footstep approaching.
He raised his eyes and saw Mu Heng standing firmly in front of him, his eyes seemed to be burning with scorching fire, even if he was only touched by the opponent's sight, Xu Feng could feel a kind of phantom pain like being burned.
"Where is the stone of the abyss?"
Just listen to the man in front of him asking in a depressive, almost terrifying tone.
…The Stone of the Abyss
Xu Feng was stunned.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked into the warehouse beside him.
Countless gold and silver jewels shone brilliantly, which is clearly a strong temptation that no human being can resist, but at this moment, what Mu Heng wants is the least valuable among them...
Stone of the Abyss
why
"answer me."
Under the man's low voice, there seemed to be a dark and cold turbulence.
Xu Feng was relieved, shivered suddenly, and said:
"No, no more!"
He stepped back subconsciously, but was blocked by the air wall behind him, with an unconscious tremor in his voice:
"The previous... that black-robed man created cracks and arranged some magic circle. It has consumed a lot! This time, in order to send the dragon back, the last stone of the abyss has been... already..."
Mu Heng stood still on the spot, repeating word by word: "... Already?"
Xu Feng felt the cold sweat sliding down his cheeks, and the last few words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't vomit out anyway.
He heard himself tremblingly utter the last three words in a distorted voice:
"… used up."
The man in front of him stood against the light, his face hidden in the shadows. Xu Feng couldn't see the look on the opponent's face at all, but the breath on the opponent's body was oppressing him and he couldn't breathe at all.
It seems that a century has passed in just a few seconds.
In the end, he heard Mu Heng ask in a calm tone: "Where is the man in the black robe?"
Xu Feng was taken aback:
"Wait... Black, black robe man?"
He was puzzled: "Isn't he still with the Authority?"
After everything was over, Xu Feng received the news from the administration.
According to the administration, the black-robed man is an extremely vicious repeat offender, closely related to several serious cases by the administration, so he must be notified and the administration will detain the person for interrogation.
Xu Feng agreed without hesitation.
During this period of time, he has dug out all the information he needs from the opponent.
Now that black robe man has no use value to him now.
The few mercenary bases where the opponent had stayed have been abandoned, so it wouldn't pose any threat to him. It's better to leave that person as a favor.
Mu Heng frowned slowly.
His eyes were cold, fixedly gazing at the mercenary in front of him, and his sight was exploratively scraped inch by inch, and every subtle expression of the opponent could be seen in full view.
When he was at the house of the Director of the Administration, the explanation given to him by the other party was completely different from that of the mercenary.
The director said that after everything was over, the mercenary immediately picked up the black-robed man, and there was no time and room for them to torture.
… So, who is lying