As if in an instant, the entire city fell into a nightmare. The original silence and tranquility were no longer replaced by nervous excitement and struggle in the nightmare.
The building was set on fire, and in the light of the fire, the streets were filled with thugs armed with knives. Some people are shamans, some people come from other places, and some people take advantage of the chaos to rob homes, break down doors and commit murders...
In the dark alley, there was blood flowing on the stone slabs. The body was dragged and thrown into the sewer, where it disappeared without a trace along with the rolling turbidity.
Amidst the roaring and shouting of death, everyone who had nothing to do with the situation hid at home, shivering, covering their heads in bed, praying that this long night would pass quickly, and that this disaster would not spread to them.
The dim lower city was moving in the light of burning fire.
Even Ye Qingxuan himself got into a little trouble.
In the alley, two figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way. He turned around and looked behind him, and found that the other exit was also blocked by two figures holding swords.
"I'm just passing by, there's no need for this, right?"
He sighed: "I'm in a hurry, can you please stop wasting my time?"
The two strong men holding daggers looked at each other and smiled. Someone slowly came forward, with fierce eyes. It seemed that they could no longer communicate using words.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh again, put on his deerstalker hat and stretched out his palms forward.
boom!
The person who came up seemed to have been hit in the face with a hammer and flew backwards.
The person stuck at the intersection was stunned. Before he could react, he saw the black figure rushing forward at an incredible speed.
He subconsciously raised the dagger and protected it in front of him.
But in the next moment, the sweeping arm bent the dagger and hit him on the chest, slamming his entire body against the wall.
boom!
Dust flew into the sky, and the dagger fell to the ground and shattered.
The two people behind Ye Qingxuan were stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and rushed forward screaming. Ye Qingxuan turned around, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slashed downward!
In an instant, the fist hit the shoulder blade, and the sound of broken bones was heard. The strong man who rushed forward fell to his knees on the ground, and the other man was also overturned by Ye Qingxuan and trampled under his feet.
After being embedded in the bones of the Chainsaw Monk, the power provided by the Dungeon Gentleman was enough for Ye Qingxuan to easily take down these gangsters.
If he didn't care about the consequences and put out all his energy, he felt that he would have no problem breaking arms with an elephant.
With a series of movements, the four people were settled without even breathing. It felt so good.
The only drawback is...it doesn't seem to be settled
He frowned, slowly lowered his head, and saw that several men who had been slumped on the ground got up again. One of them grabbed the knife on the ground and threw it into his arms.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to hold the blade tightly, and the steel skeleton that gradually closed under the black gloves crushed the blade into pieces. Immediately afterwards, the man who attacked was thrown to the ground by him.
boom! With a sound, if it was an ordinary person, he would have fainted from the severe pain, but the guy just got dizzy for a moment and started struggling again.
Ye Qingxuan struck cruelly, directly breaking their right legs this time.
But the strange thing is that even though their right leg was broken and the broken bones pierced their flesh and blood, they still didn't scream, and they didn't even slow down their movements.
It just doesn't make sense.
"What is this?" He stretched out his hand to poke at the place where their broken bones were broken, but no pain could be seen on their expressions, and his brows slowly wrinkled: "You don't even feel pain at all?"
Suddenly, he kicked the others over, lifted one person's neck, and brought him close to his eyes.
Under the dim light, he saw that the man's eyes were bloodshot and there was no sense in them. His mouth was full of alcohol, but there was a bitter taste in that alcohol, like some kind of extremely thick concoction.
"Prohibited drugs?"
He suddenly realized: "It seems to be the work of those Tianzhu people."
In the meantime, the remaining guys slowly crawled over again.
Seeing them looking like zombies, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel helpless: "Are you annoyed? Do we really have to kill you?"
boom!
Before he finished speaking, a man's head was crushed on the ground.
boom! boom!
After two more sounds, the heads of the other two people were shattered on the ground, and their brains flew out, almost splashing on Ye Qingxuan's shoes.
In the dim light of the fire in the distance, a huge shadow that was too burly to resemble a humanoid walked into the alley. First, it trampled to death a few thugs on the ground, just like trampling to death a few reptiles, easily and freely.
When he walked into the alley, the narrow alley was almost filled with him. The figure walking towards people made people feel suffocated.
Immediately afterwards, he took the guy who was being strangled from Ye Qingxuan's hands, pinched his head with one hand, and twisted his wrist in a circle.
Click.
The melon is ripe and the stem falls.
The blood spurted out bulabulabula.
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the face of the visitor - as expected, he was wearing a funny and ferocious donkey head mask.
-Butcher.
The butcher glanced at him, turned sideways, and motioned for him to lead the way.
The folded super-large bone saw was carried on his back. The layers of blood on it had dried up, and the original color could no longer be seen clearly.
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him. Through the strange mask, he couldn't see the butcher's expression clearly, but he just felt like he wanted to laugh.
The professor asked him to kill him, but today he took him to kill the professor. It was really interesting.
"Come with me."
He led the way: "There are many people near the chemical plant. In order to avoid attracting too many people's attention, I..."
Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped and his voice stopped abruptly.
At the end of the alley was the light of a fire.
The young man raised his head and saw the people who were set on fire running out of the burning building, rolling on the ground, and finally crawling towards the dirty ditch with a moan.
The movement stopped in front of the ditch, motionless.
he died.
Behind him, the whole long street was bathed in firelight.
In the light of the fire, the thugs with wild and dazed eyes swallowed the potion and indulged in the carnival. They smashed the doors from house to house and dragged out the civilians hiding behind the doors...
Ye Qingxuan sighed and could no longer lift his steps.
This bunch of scum.
…
When the fire gradually spread and illuminated the entire lower city, the noise was already filled in the sea breeze.
In front of the Tower Bridge, the only passage between the middle city and the lower city, the guard guarding the gate looked at the burning fire from a distance and couldn't help but pull out his baton to be on guard.
But sometimes sharp-eyed people will wonder if their security is meaningful when they see the group of heavily armed thugs... As long as dozens of people rush over, this checkpoint will be completely destroyed, right
Behind the checkpoint, the police sergeant on duty tonight turned pale.
Although he had already received rumors that there would be some unrest in Xiacheng District today, he did not expect that the unrest would become so big.
It was almost like the carnival had come early, the bonfires were lit, the cheering people drank and caroused all night long. But what they held in their hands were not flowers, but knives, and their faces did not wear decorative masks, but were covered in blood and turned scarlet.
"These thugs..."
He subconsciously took a step back and raised his voice: "The mounted police are all on alert. If anyone attacks the checkpoint, they will all be pushed back! Has the news from the headquarters not come yet? With things like this, are the higher-ups not paying attention at all? ?!”
Before he finished speaking, the sound of galloping horse hooves came from the night behind him. He looked back as if he had been granted amnesty and saw the black horse riding on it.
The messenger held the lamp in his hand high, lighting up the ground in front of him, and galloped on his horse in the dark night. The royal envoy's badge hung on his saddle. Occasionally it bounced up and fell into the light, reflecting a gleam of cold light.
He basically came from the upper town, passed through the middle town, stepped onto Tower Bridge, galloped on the bridge, and finally stopped at the gate in front of the lower town, raised the badge on the saddle high, and declared the order:
"Everyone gather their troops and retreat behind the Tower Bridge. Recall all mounted police and all members of the Avalon Police Department retreat behind the Tower Bridge!"
The police chief was stunned, "What about here?"
The messenger glanced coldly at the distant fire and squeezed out two words from between his teeth:
"-Lost the gate!"
"But… "
"There are a bunch of rubbish on both sides. It's best to die clean and let them go dog-eat-dog." He waved his hand coldly, signaling the slow-moving guards to move faster:
"Your mission is to contain the expansion of the riot. As for these wild dogs, let them fend for themselves and die cleanly!"
The Sheriff was silent for a long time, sighed, took off an ax from his saddle, raised it high, and slashed it angrily at the cable in front of him!
boom!
The ax head penetrated three-thirds of the way into the wood, and the cable broke at the root. It was pulled upwards by the huge force on the pulley block, and the cable cut through the air, making a sharp sound.
Above the Tower Bridge, the heavy fence hanging high suddenly stopped, shaking off large amounts of copper rust and iron dust. The hub that had not turned for many years made a jarring sound.
With the sharp sound of metal friction, the fence fell from the sky and hit the ground, blocking the only road in the lower city and the entire city.
In the commotion behind the fence, someone screamed in shock.
The civilians who were running wildly watched blankly as the door fell from the sky, cutting off their way out, leaving only the sound of pursuit getting closer and closer behind them.
"Wait! Wait... we still..."
The panicked woman shook the fence with all her strength, her bruised face full of pleading: "Save us!"
In the distance, the group of thugs holding torches gradually approached, shouting loudly.
In the woman's arms, the baby woke up and started crying. The man next to him was also desperate and tried so hard to get through the middle of the fence:
"You can't just ignore it! Let us go! Let us go!"
"Back off, back off immediately!"
The sergeant panicked and shouted over and over again: "No assault on the checkpoint! No assault..."
He couldn't speak anymore, he didn't dare to look at those pleading eyes. He turned around with difficulty and looked at the messenger who issued the order. He pursed his lips and wanted to ask for mercy, but he didn't know how to say it.
On the horseback, the messenger seemed to notice his eyes, sighed, turned the horse's head, and issued the final order:
"-Kill those who gather a crowd to attack the Tower Bridge!"
…
…
On the long street, the burning buildings were extinguished.
There was deathly silence, with only the wailing sound blending into the wind, turning into a desolate melody that lingered in people's ears.
In the blood everywhere, a lonely shadow stood quietly in the middle of the street, looking around silently. Except for him and the butcher, all living creatures that could move were already lying on the ground.
Some were convulsing all over, their sanity was defeated by the horrific pain awakened from within, and they were immersed in nightmares forever, drowned by the black river.
Some who dared to approach the butcher were already broken into pieces.
Broken all over the ground.
The butcher was in the distance, grabbing the fish that had slipped through the net one by one from their hiding places, reaching out and gently caressing their foreheads, and then took off their heads.
Finally, he turned his attention to another street, still unfinished...
"That's enough, we still have our own things to do. Avalon is so big, we can't handle it."
The boy's voice came from far away, causing the butcher to stop.
The butcher turned around and saw the boy heading in the designated direction without stopping. A hoarse whisper came from the wind: "However, I at least understand a little bit of the shaman's thoughts."
The voice was low, cold, and resounding: "—This city should be cleaned up."
…
Soon, Ye Qingxuan discovered that sometimes it was really easy to have a monster like the Butcher come to help. The ghost hand is so old that it is not convenient for him to do any work if he is still strong. The butcher has no problem. He wears a donkey head mask and it is obvious at a glance that he is not a good person, and there is no psychological pressure in arousing him.
I paid for it!
Although the money was paid by the shaman, after all, the direct employer was Ye Qingxuan.
Just after he determined the location of this generation of sewers, the butcher's strange power easily made a big hole in the ground.
The butcher put his head in for a look and then jumped out first.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan followed the rope and rowed into the darkness below.
After falling for about ten meters, his feet finally landed on the ground. It was dark, nothing could be seen clearly, and the sound of the Thames rushing in the distance could be faintly heard.
The thoughts around him fluctuated, and he quickly explored the general situation around him.
This is indeed the sewer of Avalon. There is also a sewer nameplate nailed to the wall, with its number embossed in Chinese characters.
But it looks like it has been scrapped for many years.
In fact, this is not surprising, or in other words, Ye Qingxuan had expected it.
Since the founding of Avalon, the sewer system has been continuously expanded and maintained, becoming a large and complex system that sometimes even its builders get lost in.
New sewers are dug out, and old sewers are abandoned. Some of the abandoned sewers are sealed, and some are forgotten.
It just continued to be added and deleted over hundreds of years, until finally, it completely turned into a maze, and no one knew where its branches leading in all directions lead.
This is a paradise for rats and trash, a place designed to bury dirty secrets.
The old lair where the hag originally lived was built by renovating an abandoned manhole in the sewer system. The smuggler who was killed by the professor was also tortured to death because of his association with it. It was probably his own fault.
"It should be right here."
Ye Qingxuan stroked the moss on the wall, twirled his fingers through his gloves, and felt the texture of powder: "Although I don't know what the professor is deliberately trying to find here, if you follow this clue, you will definitely find something. "
While exploring silently, Ye Qingxuan's steps suddenly stopped. He lowered his head, as if he could see clearly what was in front of him through the thick darkness.
Just in the corner, a weathered and decayed skeleton sat slumped on the ground, its head rolled into its arms with the fracture of its cervical vertebrae, as if grinning toward the sky.
But for some unknown reason, there was a faint bulge like a broken horn on the head.
All the bones in his chest were broken, as if he had been chopped to pieces by some sharp blade and had tried his best to escape here, and then had no strength left.
So I died in this dark corner.
Ye Qingxuan reached out and picked up the peeling bone fragments on the ground. The fragile bone fragments broke at the fingertips and fell to the ground.
"At least ten years."
Next to him, the butcher who had been silent all this time suddenly made a voice, his voice hoarse.
In the darkness, the eyes behind his mask emitted blood-red fluorescence, as if he could see everything clearly in the darkness.
"ten years?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned and couldn't figure out why there was a corpse from ten years ago in this sewer that had been abandoned for so long.
He waved his hand, and the breeze swept away the heavy dust on the corpse, revealing the tattered clothes underneath.
It was a thin jumpsuit with a weird style, like the clothing issued to prisoners in a prison.
Is the person who died here a prisoner
Soon, Ye Qingxuan was moving along the sewer again. But for some reason, the further we advanced, the more uneasy I felt.
There was a strange smell in the wind.
"etc."
Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and signaled the butcher to stop. He looked around and frowned slightly: it tasted wrong.
In the sewer, a breeze came from the darkness in the distance, and there was a pungent smell floating in the wind.
It's not a bad smell, it's not a sweet smell, it's something that often lingers in nightmares.
"Disinfectant water?"
Why does this smell come from this section of sewer that has long since been abandoned
Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt that he was in a trance. Broken images flashed through his mind. It was the memory that had been sleeping in the darkness that was awakened.
The pale lights, the cold iron beds, the people in white coats, the sharp willow blades in their hands, and... and the pungent smell of disinfectant.
In that unique pungent smell, there is the smell of blood.
The smell of blood.
For a moment, Ye Qingxuan's hair stood on end and he turned around suddenly.
Just before he could do it, the darkness suddenly danced, roiled by the gusts of wind whipped up by something huge.
It's the butcher.
The butcher took a step forward and suddenly unfolded the bone saw in his hand. The bone saw that originally folded up like a super giant razor now unfolded and turned into a creepy giant dismemberment weapon.
cut!
The blood-stained bone saw swept out towards the young man, its sharp edge almost flying past Ye Qingxuan's head!
Bang!
It was like a water bag was cut instantly, and a ghost thing that fell from the sewer ceiling was almost cut in half by a bone saw, and hit the wall, making a piercing scream.