Search for Dismassen and reward one hundred gold coins for any clues...

Contact: No. 138, East District.

Thresh looked at the already dead Drake, the great intelligence dealer who traversed the fourteen streets nearby, and gently sniffed the scent of his...soul.

Then, he sneezed hard.

"Damn, it smells like the sea." He said this, lifting up the terrifying green lantern, and a ray of residual soul floated from the tortured, inhuman body.

It floated up and was instantly collected into the lantern.

The fire in the lantern seemed to be a little brighter.

He put away the lantern and hid it in his thick black robe, then covered his face and began to walk towards the world outside the alley.

Ah, the sunshine is so beautiful.

After walking along the sun-covered streets for about ten minutes, Thresh turned into a slightly dilapidated alley.

Going further, the most dilapidated side of Nancheng District of Zhan Zhan College is completely revealed in this world.

There are drafty houses everywhere, and there are down-and-out people in ragged clothes everywhere.

Reginald Ashram, the first speaker of the Parliament, once said something that has been regarded as a famous saying in mainland China. But the pain exists, just at the feet of the Zhanzhan College, under the prosperous surface of feasting, singing and dancing.

, in fine lines.

And here are those lines.

Thresh was wearing a black robe and walking on the fine lines, feeling strongly out of place.

Everyone subconsciously kept a distance from him.

On the one hand, it is due to the unique vigilance and sensitivity of people living in such a place.

On the other hand, it seemed that he felt something from his soul.

It was as if Thresh was hiding some man-eating monster. Everyone was trying to avoid it.

Thresh didn't feel anything at all, or he didn't seem to care. He was walking leisurely in the complicated alleyway alone.

Finally, he stopped in front of a dilapidated house that was no different from the surrounding houses.

He opened the door and walked in.

"I'm back. My lovely little Elise. Did you sneak away while I was away?" Thresh smiled and shouted towards the seemingly empty house.

In the dilapidated corner of the house, the remaining rain from last night was making its final struggle dripping.

There was no response from the room. Thresh was still taking his time, and he even had the nerve to hum a ballad.

It's a strange and dark song.

From the Isle of Shadows, called Gravedigger on the Shore:

Ah, my seabird.

Why are you crying.

Gravediggers are digging the tombs of their ancestors at the seaside.

Ah, my seabird.

Why are you standing in front of my grave.

Don't cry for me, don't cry for me.

I am here and have not left.

Here I am, the gravedigger's tomb.

At the last word of "Tomb", the whole yard suddenly gathered up endless white spider silk.

A bit of deadly poisonous light eroded towards Thresh's black robe.

But Thresh was still indifferent. He was actually still intoxicated with his eyes closed for the perfection of the last tune of the ballad.

revel.

until--

"Pa—" That bit of fatal poison hit him.

Or to be precise, the surface of his body.

Because there was a layer of green light that seeped out from his robe, forming a perfect circle that enveloped Thresh's entire body.

Although that bit of poison was powerful, it only opened a hole in that layer of the circle, and it failed to break through in the end.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Thresh shook his head and sighed, "Poor little spider, how many times have I told you, there is no way you can beat me."...

"Hahahahahaha..." A burst of sweet laughter came from above his head, and an enchanting figure, pulled by a string of snow-white spider silk, landed in front of him and said, "Don't get me wrong, I

Lord Thresh, I just made a little joke with you." At the end of her words, she still let out an extremely charming smile.

Coupled with her swaying body, there is really a unique flavor under this ruins.

But in fact, it is conceivable that if Thresh had not blocked the first thunder blow.

Then Elise will inevitably launch a series of continuous attacks from above her head.

By then, it will no longer be a joke.

Therefore, it is said that the most poisonous thing is a woman's heart.

What's more, she's still a spider-like woman.

"Interesting." Thresh just shook his head and walked inside.

He had no intention of pursuing the matter, and Elise followed him into the house swayingly without further explanation.

"Is there any new news?" Elise sat down on a chair that was probably the only intact and clean chair in the whole room, posed in a seductive pose, and asked.

"There is one." Thresh completely ignored Elise's temptation and sat opposite her as steadily as a mountain. "But maybe, you don't want to hear it."

"Why don't I want to hear it?" Elise's eyes narrowed dangerously, with the cunningness of a spider.

"Because... Dismassen." Thresh spoke the last four words in a low, hoarse voice, which was very strange.

Suddenly, the whole room fell into extreme coldness.

"You mean..." Elise said almost harshly, "He's here?"

"Not yet." Thresh shook his head.

"Then you..." Elise just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief and asked why you scared me.

Thresh spoke again: "But someone is looking for him."

"What did you say?" Elise frowned again, deeply, as if she couldn't understand it at all, "Someone is looking for him? Who will look for him? Will you..."

"No." Thresh retorted directly, "The other party wants to find Dismasson, a piece of news for one hundred gold coins."

"One piece of news, one hundred gold coins? Such a handwriting..."

"It's a condom."

"Then shall we step on it?"

"Step on it, why don't you step on it? If you don't step on it, wouldn't it be a waste of the other party's hard work?"

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And at the same moment.

The news of searching for Dismassen was placed in the ears of everyone who should know the name Dismassen.

"Dismassen...who could it be?"

In the room, which was so dark that there was only pitch black, the disembodied voice let out a long sigh.

………………

"Dismassen...old friend, you finally can't take your time anymore, can't you?"

On the old balcony of Great Round Lake, Lalivash opened the heavy book and turned the next page with steady and strong fingers.)

ps: Second update.

I was delayed due to some chores.

The new group account will be announced, and the old one will no longer accept people.
Chapter completed!