"Boom—"
When Norman heard a sudden roar from the direction of the family mansion, he picked up the suitcase on the bed and stood up leaning on the edge of the bed.
At this moment, he was staying on the second floor of a hotel in the underground black market, taking the two children that his old father had given him - the youngest sons of his two brothers, who were currently hiding in the expansion box he was carrying. space in the suitcase.
To be honest, he actually doesn't like his two nephews on weekdays. Because these two children are only a few years old, they have been taught by their parents to be a pair of little snobs, and they have even learned to act based on their parents' faces.
However, this is obviously a thing of the past. He knew that starting tomorrow morning, these two children would become a pair of orphans who had lost their father and mother, with only him as their uncle.
The Werther family is finished.
As for why it said "starting early tomorrow morning", it was naturally because... To be honest, he was not sure whether he could take the two children out of London alive and rush to join his daughter's classmate MacLean.
In order to minimize the possibility of Haierbo discovering someone's escape, the old family head not only asked him to wait until Haierbo went to the family before leaving, but even let him escape alone with his two children.
It can be said that his old father placed all his hopes for the continuation of the family on him.
But even so, Norman is not sure that he can leave safely. If Haierbo is determined to eradicate their family to avoid future troubles, then his chance of successfully escaping will be greatly reduced.
"Let's go."
Before he finished speaking, Norman left the room with his suitcase and hurriedly left this black market hotel that had long been deserted.
The streets outside were quiet, with no one around. It wasn't until he followed the complicated streets to the main road that he saw some figures walking forward slowly like zombies.
Norman naturally didn't know where these guys came from, but just by seeing "them" all heading in the direction of the family mansion, he knew that they were probably Haierbo's men.
"Um… "
Norman hid in the shadow of some sundries in the box, secretly peeping at the situation on the street outside.
In fact, because this place is far away from the mansion and most of them have gathered with the family, there are actually not many living corpses on this street.
However, no matter how little there is, there is still some! These are all minions created by Haierbo. Who knows how strong they are? Maybe they just move slowly when there is no target to attack, and will be quickly besieged as soon as he appears
His old father had already warned him to be more cautious on this journey. If you are unsure about certain possible dangers, treat all possibilities as "inevitable".
"So..." After hesitating for a moment, Norman still shook his head, "Let's find a way around it!"
Now the only exit from the black market is the passage set up by the fairies in Darkling Pavilion, which Norman has already walked through once before. Therefore, he knew very well that he could not avoid this street.
So the so-called "detour" is nothing more than shortening the distance on this street as much as possible.
Fortunately, for Norman, who has lived in the black market since he was a child, the complicated alleyways are not an obstacle. After circling around continuously, he purposefully approached the back of the Dark Spirit Pavilion.
"Tick tock...tick tock..."
In the dark alley, not only Norman's footsteps echoed, but also the sound of dripping water coming from nowhere. The thick fog made the alleyway extremely deep, making it difficult for people to tell where they had gone through the surrounding scenery.
And it has to be said that the streets and alleys of this black market are already quite confusing, and Norman came here entirely relying on his memory.
Suddenly, he touched several criss-crossing pipes on the wall. The rusty and bad touch made him know that he should have taken the wrong path - right in front of him was the black market potion testing center next to the Dark Spirit Pavilion.
He walked a few steps further along the wall covered with water pipes, and soon he saw the corner that once again led to the street outside.
There is no back door to the Dark Spirit Pavilion. Next, he had to take the main road.
But at this moment, a series of footsteps came faintly from the other side of the corner, causing Norman to immediately stop his progress on alert.
"Are they those living corpses on the street?"
I was lucky that I didn't encounter any enemies at all during the chaotic wandering just now. Now, it seems his luck has finally run out.
However, Norman didn't hesitate much. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately put the suitcase in his hand on the ground and opened it quickly.
Then, he walked in without hesitation.
After he was completely submerged in the seemingly bottomless box, he stretched out his hand to close the lid. Suddenly, the only sound left in the alleyway was the approaching footsteps from the other side of the corner. Getting closer and closer.
…
To be honest, the space in Norman's suitcase is actually not that big. After all, not everyone can superimpose the Traceless Stretching Curse many times.
But, of course, it's still more than enough room for an adult and two children, neither over six.
At this moment, Norman was standing on the ladder at the mouth of the box, holding his breath and listening to the outside world. And when he suddenly heard "Uncle" from below, he immediately lowered his head and raised his index finger to his mouth, as if to silence.
It can be seen that the two boys, one big and one small, are sitting at a table in this small "room", looking at him with some surprise.
Even if Norman didn't like these two children very much, he had to admit at this time that these nephews were still very smart.
Perhaps their grandfather had given them stern instructions before being placed in this box, and now they are all considered well-behaved. Norman just made a move, and the two of them really stopped talking.
And it seems like... they also know there's danger out there.
Next, Norman waited on the ladder for a while. When he heard the footsteps outside gradually approaching and then slowly receding, he dared to gently push open the lid of the suitcase and take a few peeks.
No problem, the living corpse is gone!
"Hide here and don't speak loudly from now on. Do you understand?"
Norman retracted his head and gave instructions to the two children below again. When they all closed their mouths and nodded in agreement, he climbed out step by step on the ladder.
After Norman left, the two children looked at each other with pursed lips, and the older one suddenly showed an impatient expression.
"bored to death!"