Silent Crown Chapter 110: Nightmare strikes

In front of the corpse, Samuro was expressionless, he threw the crossbow in his hand to the bodyguard Sandre next to him, then took out a handkerchief from his arms, covered his nostrils, and washed it vigorously. Snot coming. Baidu search for Geli Literature Net

Finally, he threw the dirty handkerchief on the corpse, turned and left.

After taking two steps, Samluo suddenly reached out and grabbed the crossbow in Sandro's hand. He suddenly turned and returned, aimed at the corpse, and pulled the trigger frantically.

"***, theirs, ***......"

Boom! boom! boom! boom!

In the panic of everyone, he shot out a box of crossbow arrows, angrily smashed the crossbow to the ground, reached out and pulled Sandru’s collar, and pulled him in front of him, facing his face. Roar:

"Dig a hole here, and find the **** guy! Tomorrow night, I will see him in the hole, do you understand? Otherwise, I will see you in the hole..."

Shandrew looked at his gloomy face, swallowed and spit, and nodded stiffly.

Somebody's chuckle came in the wind.

From behind Samlow.

"Who?!"

He turned around abruptly, glaring at the darkness dancing behind the dead tree: "Who is there! Get out!"

He roared angrily, staring at this and that dim figure. The figure was laughing softly, and Sam motioned to his men to explore, but Sandro swallowed and shook his head: "Boss, there is nothing there..."

"Fart!"

The Rat King raised the crossbow, and shot the crossbow arrow in the box to the shadow under the tree in the blank sight of everyone. In the end, the dancing darkness in his eyes finally shattered, revealing the original appearance.

He gasped. He dropped the crossbow, grabbed the torch, and walked there.

But there were no corpses there, only a broken tombstone.

The Rat King looked at the tombstone in amazement, and moved the torch over. The torch illuminated the name on the tombstone and turned his face pale.

Beside him. Sandro screamed and staggered back. It's like seeing a ghost alive.

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Under the light of the fire, the handwriting on the tombstone is hideous.

——Sam Luo is buried here.

There are also a few short epitaphs written below: Here is buried a betrayer, a lustful fanatic, and a mouse.

"Anta? Anta is back!"

Shandrew seemed to think of something. His face suddenly turned pale: "Boss, it is Anta who is back! He is back to report..."

"Shut up, Anta is dead."

Sam looked at him blankly, the lifeless eyes that made Sandrew's voice abruptly stopped.

The name Anta is no stranger to the old people in the rat club.

The Mouse Club was not called the Mouse Club when it first started, just like Sam was not just born as the leader. At that time, it was still called the ‘Brothers’ Gang’ and the leader was Anta. Everyone admires him and is united under his will.

Anta is a wandering person from Romulus. Born with the blood of werewolves. No one in Xiacheng can defeat this man with the mark of the demon on his body. He is taciturn, but never greedy. He distributed all the money he earned to those who claimed to be his brothers, and felt that he would have a family in this way.

Sam is one of his "family".

Anta blessed the bankrupt businessman. Treating him as a brother, pulled him out of the quagmire of loan sharks. Sam also thinks he is his brother. Being so good to myself, and not asking for anything in return, even my father is better than this brother.

But gradually, afterwards, Sam didn't want to treat Anta as a brother.

Anta is a hindrance. The group of nobles said to him.

Then Anta died.

Dead in the alley, shot to death with crossbow arrows by his brothers. All over Xiacheng. The strange power and martial arts that won the admiration of the brothers were of no use to death.

He was surrounded by what he thought of as a ‘family’ and turned into a hedgehog in humiliation, but he was still not dead, roaring angrily, just like a real wolf.

"Aren't we brothers?" Anta finally asked Sam, who planned all this, with blood red eyes: "We are family, why are you doing this to me?"

"I also treat you as family."

Sam was a little unhappy, and dug out his heart with a dagger: "For your family, can't you sacrifice it?"

In this way, Anta gave his heart to the family's fate.

"I will not let you go."

He said so, and then he died, not looking down.

In order to appease people's hearts, or to appease himself, Sam buried Anta.

Kanta's tomb was cut open. Some people say that the tramp dug up his grave for Anta's funeral. Others say that the tomb was dug from the inside.

People who have been to the scene all told others vividly that the scratches on the coffin were full of scratches, forming names of all sizes. Those claw marks carry blood and minced meat, all with the same name.

Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam...

"I won't let you go..."

The whisper suddenly sounded from his ear again, making Sam pale and turning his head back suddenly.

But under the pale moonlight, not a single rotten bone was looking at him, there was nothing there. There is only a large group of newcomers who have just joined the rat club.

They looked at Sam in amazement, whispering, revealing uncontrollable fear.

"Anta? It really is Anta!"

Shandru looked desperately into the darkness, stumbled back: "You are back?! How could you return..."

Slap!

"Calm down, Sandro."

The Rat King slapped him in the face and woke him up. He looked around, his squinted eyes were full of viciousness: "Someone is tricking a ghost."

"Boss, I, I heard someone's voice."

"That's the "phantom sound", the most common trick used by musicians, pretending to be a ghost."

Sam forced a sneer and suppressed the fear in his heart.

Having been in Xiacheng for so long, it's not that he hasn't met the legendary big figures. Those big people do dirty work for money.

He has hired a few times, and even killed a few...low-level musicians, no matter how powerful they are, they are still human. If the blood dries up, you will die.

"He wants to influence us, he must be nearby. But there is no place for Tibetans..." He muttered to himself, his eyes locked on his subordinates in front of him:

"He is hiding among you!"

For an instant, the gangsters were disturbed. They stared at each other in amazement, not expecting that there was a demon hidden among them.

"All the people who come are familiar faces." Sandro said: "It makes no sense to mix in with a musician."

Sam took a sip and became more convinced of the answer: "For those musicians. Changing faces is easier than changing pants!"

Following his orders, all the men who followed him raised their crossbows. Prepare the crowd. The gangsters in the crowd were taken aback, and suddenly became noisy, some of them looked gloomy, and directly pressed their hands on the handle of the knife.

"What do you mean, Sam!" someone shouted: "Everyone comes to you to beg a bowl of food. You are so to us!"

"Nothing is allowed!"

Sam looked at him coldly: "You have a traitor! No one is allowed to move until I find out who it is! Otherwise, even if I die, I will drag you to your burial.

When the time comes, don't blame me for being cruel! "

In the crowd, Bai Xi took a step back subconsciously. I couldn't help but start to regret: he was obviously concerned about that guy coming here, but that guy was going to cheat himself to death!

But all the things she had just experienced made her a little skeptical: the one who played these thugs around, is this really her soft-hearted, cheap cousin?

Still. Someone else?

There are more dangerous guys hiding here...

She subconsciously looked into the darkness around her, staring at every pale face. But she couldn't find Ye Qingxuan in the crowd.

Suddenly, she remembered something. Looking around the darkness surging beyond the fire, it suddenly dawned on him to know where Ye Qingxuan was hiding.

This bastard...

At the same time, a faint melody rose.

The hatred that seemed to sleep deep in the cemetery awakened, and it echoed in everyone's ears.

The melody filled with countless madness seemed to converge into a black river, flowing into everyone's heart.

So. The painful memories deposited in the deepest part of people's hearts awakened, bringing unintended fears.

"There are ghosts! There are ghosts!"

In the crowd. Bai Xi screamed in a low voice and helped him panic: "Run, the Rat King wants to kill us!"

As soon as the voice fell, some people could no longer stand the weird atmosphere and ran away. But the Rat King's men coldly raised the crossbow in their hands.

After a few sharp screams, a tragic big hole was opened in the body of the running figure by the exploded arrow.

——The crossbow bolt with the note of ‘burst’ is placed in the crossbow!

With just a few fingers, the twitching corpse on the ground stopped moving. The foul blood flowed out of the wound, stained the broken stone slabs on the road, and leaked into the mud silently.

"Sam has done it! He is going to kill us all..." Bai Xi changed his position and shouted in another person's voice: "Kill him! He is crazy..."

The crowd was disturbed, and a trace of murder flashed in everyone's eyes, and their palms unconsciously pressed on their weapons.

But they were greeted by a row of crossbow arrows aimed at the crowd.

"As I said, you are not allowed to move!"

Sam roared, looking around, looking for the place where the music came: "Get out! You ghost, I know you are here!"

The melody still reverberates sharply, as if the blades are rubbing, venting incomparable mania and depression, like a vengeful ghost crawling out of the coffin, hissing and roaring.

"I said, I will come."

In the miasma and darkness of the cemetery, a dark melody echoes.

A low voice sounded like a gentleman, polite, but mocking indescribably: "Thank you for preparing such a unique welcome ceremony for me.

In return, I also bring you greetings from an... old friend. "

At that moment, the music in the darkness suddenly became loud, and it flooded into his ears like a sea tide. The stern voice was like an angry roar, and the evil spirits in **** sang loudly.

Every note hit the most vulnerable part of his heart, and every melody digs into his most unbearable past.

The dark melody reverberated in his consciousness, and gradually unearthed those lingering nightmares entangled in memory.

In the eyes of the Rat King~IndoMTL.com~Poppo's blood is flowing from the mulch on the ground.

In front of him, the corpse that had been killed by the headshot of his crossbow bolt raised its eyes again, and there was a spiteful light in the pupils of his eyes, which was a bitter hatred.

His face gradually changed, becoming rough, furious, and like a wolf. His body was full of arrows, and he was obviously shot into a hedgehog, but he still struggled and refused to die.

Just staring at the rat king, staring at this former brother.

"Sam, Sam, Sam..."

The Rat King suddenly recalled the past, the moment when this guy was dying. He was in the blood, and Anta was staring at him, and whispered as if bitterly bitterly: "I won't let you go, Sam!"

That's really... a nightmare that will haunt your life!

"It's really you..."

The Rat King staggered back, unable to accept everything in front of him, so his face was pale: "You are dead! You should have died!" (to be continued)