Wucheng.
Tavern.
The candle burning in the lamp dispersed the darkness on the street. Several tables of people sat by the window of the tavern, each carrying a bucket of wine, talking loudly, laughing and cursing.
"Hey, have you heard? The old city lord's daughter failed in her blind date again today!"
"Isn't that normal? She was ugly to begin with, and she had high vision when she was young. She has not been married for more than 20 years, and now she is almost forty... What man would want her?"
"I saw her a few days ago. She is fatter than half a year ago. She has a fat head and big ears. She is like a pig. She is looking for men outside like crazy. But even the strongest man may not be able to sleep in bed. Will he be crushed to death by her?"
"I heard that she has recently been eyeing the strong man Lao San from the south of the city. He sticks it on like a dog-skin plaster every day, tsk tsk... "
"Doesn't the third child have a wife? And his wife is very beautiful. She must be very annoyed now."
"Fortunately, after the old city lord gave birth to her, he gave birth to a younger son, otherwise the bloodline would have been cut off."
"By the way, I haven't seen the city lord's youngest son for a long time."
"Of course, the eldest daughter cannot get married. This younger son is an important bloodline related to the continuation of the entire Wucheng. The old city lord hides him like a treasure every day. Who knows where... "
Listening to the conversation of the men, No. 22, who was sitting in the corner, silently put down the wine glass in his hand.
He stood up, pushed out the door, and walked straight into the dark stone brick road.
"Bloodline..." He muttered to himself as he narrowed his eyes.
He turned several streets in succession and came to the south side of the city. He climbed onto the top of a relatively tall house and glanced at the ancient city-state in the darkness below him, as if he was looking for something.
Finally, his eyes were fixed in front of a certain low stone house.
His figure flickered and disappeared.
…
Boom, boom, boom! !
The heavy knocking on the door echoed in the darkness like a rapid drumbeat.
boom!
A man, naked to the waist, suddenly opened the door from inside the house with a ferocious face.
He looked at the old woman in front of him who weighed at least four hundred pounds, had dark skin, and had a fat head and big ears. His eyes were full of boredom and anger!
"Are you annoyed?! You damn woman, don't pester me!"
The old woman wasn't upset, she just stood at the door of his house, smiling, all the fat on her body trembling:
"Third brother, stay with me. I am the daughter of the city lord. I have a lot of money. If we have a child in the future, we can still make him the city lord... "
"Being a city lord? Go to hell with your city lord!" the man cursed, "I have a wife! Get out of here!"
"What's wrong with having a wife? We can have an affair secretly... If your wife finds out, I will send someone to kidnap her and throw her into the well as a sacrifice to the three gods.
In this way, we can be together forever. "
"Madman! Madman!!"
The man was so angry that he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the old woman in the chest, knocking her to the ground. Her round body rolled twice like a ball.
"I just don't like you! Get out of here! Next time you come back, I'll kill you!"
boom!
The man closed the door hard.
On the dark stone road, the fat old woman gasped and struggled to get up.
She stared at the closed door, swore a few curse words, pushed her long, muddy, greasy hair back, and moved to the other side of the road, panting.
After an unknown amount of time, a wisp of candlelight slowly approached from the front.
The old woman frowned and looked intently. It was a man who looked somewhat unfamiliar. The flickering candlelight reflected an unusually handsome man's face in the darkness.
The old woman has never seen such a good-looking man.
Her gaze fell on that face, as if she was being sucked and unable to move. The moment those eyes met hers, she felt an inexplicable evil fire igniting from the bottom of her heart.
The old woman's breathing suddenly became heavy. She stared at the man's body, and a touch of pink appeared on the surface of her skin.
The man held the oil lamp and walked up to her. With an evil light in his eyes, he stared into the old woman's eyes, as if he could directly see the bottom of her heart.
"I saw... your desire." The sleepy voice of No. 22 echoed in the old woman's ears.
cluster!
No. 22 blew out the oil lamp in his hand.
After a while, bursts of joyful sounds came from the dark street corner.
I do not know how long it has been,
The dim light of the oil lamp ignited again.
No. 22 put the lamp aside, put on his clothes, and looked down at his palm. At this moment, there was a wriggling mass of flesh and blood in his hand.
Faintly, the baby's rudiment can be seen.
The old woman was lying on the street corner like a puddle of mud, motionless, with only her chest rising and falling and her whole body pink.
No. 22 put away the prototype of the baby and looked at the old woman's fleshy body. He seemed to be recalling the process just now, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He immediately took two steps, held onto the corner of the wall, and retched violently.
After retching continuously for half a minute, No. 22 took a deep breath and walked to the old woman.
A flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the old woman's throat. She was enjoying the aftertaste of pleasure when her eyes suddenly widened and her huge body began to struggle violently.
But no matter how hard she struggled, 22's hands were as firm as iron pincers.
Her movements gradually slowed down, and finally she fell into deathly silence, completely losing her breath.
No. 22 retracted his hand with an expressionless face, held the oil lamp, and walked calmly into the dark street.
Only a huge dark corpse was left, lying quietly in the corner.
…
at the same time,
The other side of Wucheng.
"Is this the ancient well mentioned on the 22nd?"
Claude and others took advantage of the darkness and came to the edge of the city-state, gathering around the ancient well and whispering.
"Yes." Claude nodded, "I smell blood."
"Then what should we do?"
"Go down and take a look and bring the [Holy Grail] up."
"Is there no danger?"
"have no idea."
"… Then, who will go down first?"
Everyone gathered around the ancient well and fell into silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Claude sighed, stood up and said:
"I'll go first. My thunder can dispel the darkness. You follow me."
After the words fell, Claude rubbed his hands together, and a ball of lightning appeared in his palms, turning over and falling towards the ancient well.
The thunder light illuminated the edge of the dark ancient well, and it fell rapidly. The other agents surrounding the well looked at each other and jumped down one after another.
The depth of the ancient well was far beyond their imagination.
After falling for about ten seconds, I heard the dull sound of Claude at the bottom landing heavily on the ground, followed immediately by a joyful exclamation:
"I found the [Holy Grail]!"