Blood of Mercury

"is it here……"

The three young wizards, stuffed in their heavy clothes, stood furtively against the houses on the corner.

They raised their heads and looked at the dilapidated house in front of them, with obvious hesitation in their expressions.

Even in Iron Curtain City, a junkyard, such a house is too dilapidated.

——No, it would be better to say that because it is the Iron Curtain City, such houses are even rarer.

Just by looking at the wall full of holes, you can see that it does not have the most important windproof function of houses in the Iron Curtain City.

And if the magic dust that is ubiquitous in the city can't be blocked from the outside, just relying on the household exhaust fan in the house will not be able to reduce the magic dust in the home to a safe range.

Unless you are still wearing heavy clothes at home. Otherwise, living in such a house would not survive for a week at all.

It was late at night now, and even ordinary people should have gone to bed long ago.

But here's where it gets weird.

The detection results of astrology witchcraft clearly showed that there was someone inside and that he was awake, but the small shabby room that had almost been broken into a sieve was still dark, and no light could be seen stealing from it.

A taller wizard tightly clenched the crude astrology device in his hand and swallowed: "Tony, do the witches you mentioned live here?"

Don't say it's a witch... they wouldn't be surprised if an undead emerged from it.

Rather, it would make them feel at ease. At this moment, standing in front of the small black house, which was silent and silent, and there was not a trace of light in the cracks and holes, the fear of the unknown gripped their hearts tightly.

According to the original plan, the three of them should break in directly, and then set up the enchantment as soon as possible.

But now let alone breaking in - just looking at the dark cracks like the eyes of the devil, they didn't even dare to knock on the door.

For a time, the sense of crisis gripped their hearts like this. They could only freeze at the door, daring not to act rashly.

But it was difficult to pass from the second ring to the sixth ring. It took a lot of energy to come here. All preparations and plans have been made. Now if you go back. They were a little unhappy.

So they had to suppress their voices, squatting at the door and whispering—

"Don't be wordy... It's obviously the two of you who insisted that you should follow the address to find them at night to play with, it doesn't matter to me... I've told you all, I'll be able to deceive one in a month at most. At that time, you can't play anything...you have to come to Iron Curtain City in a hurry..."

The shortest wizard whispered restlessly and impatiently.

A slender figure patted him on the shoulder: "Don't bring me in, Tony. I'm different from Tom who only has a woman's thigh in his head... The reason why I agree with Tom's plan to get in the dark is because I Another possibility came to mind."

"what?"

"That is... have you considered that if you're not the only one who got that letter, it means. They should have a lot of letters back by now—"

The slender wizard said in a long voice.

The relatively large astrological wizard replied blankly: "...So what?"

"...I think, Pete means, they're going to have a lot of money."

Tony replied thoughtfully.

Pete snapped his fingers excitedly: "Exactly."

"However, other situations must be considered. For example, because they were afraid that their group would not be able to defend themselves against the gangsters, they sent the letter to a place far away from their own house, and we followed the letter. What I found back is just the sending point."

"Of course, there is another situation..."

However, Pete wasn't finished yet. There was an old man's cough from the small dark room beside them.

The three of them were startled. The voice fell silent for a while.

After looking at it for more than half a minute, there was still no situation. Pete lowered his voice again and analyzed in a low voice: "There is another possibility. There was no witch in the beginning. Tony was just deceived by a liar."

"This possibility can be ruled out."

Tony whispered back without hesitation: "I can't even judge the font and writing style of women and men. The person who wrote the letter is definitely a very confident and elegant woman. Besides... even if So what if she's a liar? There are three of us... As long as we can get in, it's not up to us to decide what to do?"

"And, if it's a liar, she probably has more money on her."

Pete clicked his tongue: "It's a pity that the city of wealth has been bombed by that Orlando. It turns out that several nightingales I knew were all killed together. Even if I get some good stuff now, I don't have a place to shoot... ...after all, there is no Nightingale tune. If you have taught me, no matter how beautiful a woman looks, the price will be greatly discounted."

"Tom should know that too. There used to be a few Orioles where nightingales could be seen occasionally, but now there are at most a few stray oringles left who don't know whether they are sick or not."

"Forget about Liuying. At least Nightingale can sing and dance, even if it's sometimes the night, I won't give it a fuck. I feel comfortable chatting with them. As for Liuying... I'd rather go find it. Ordinary people without a job don't want to touch those goods that have been stabbed."

Tom tried his best to keep his voice down, but his already thick voice broke several notes and suddenly sounded in the still air. Startled the other two.

Seeing that there was indeed no one around, the three people's voices gradually let go.

Tony sneered at Tom without any cover: "What nonsense are you talking about? Ordinary people can't bear the body of a professional..."

"But witches can."

Pete's yin and yang sentence brought back the topic that had just escaped.

Suddenly, the three fell into silence again.

"Seriously, Tony. It doesn't matter if they're using fake addresses or whatever, we'd be too coward if we didn't even dare to knock on the door. The big deal was just to greet them and invite them out for a cup of tea-- "

"You're here to greet them at night?" Tony sneered.

Pete hesitated. In the end, he swallowed the swear words that came to his mouth.

Then, he let out a deep sigh: "If only Brother Robert came."

"...Robert doesn't seem to be in a good mood today. We'd better not disturb him."

The two were still talking, but Tom finally became impatient.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it just knocking on the door?"

Having said that, Tom immediately stepped forward and knocked on the door.

He knocked on the door with a dissatisfied expression on his face: "Don't you just come here to **** a few girls at night? Do you still have seeds? Since they dare to send such letters, it means that they also like to play, or are you afraid of yourself? The ability is not enough to wait-"

Before Tom could finish speaking, the door slammed open. Immediately, the cold air rushed out. The three young wizards shuddered.

In the pitch-black air, a man dressed in a heavy cloak, cotton coat, cotton gloves and mask stood quietly at the door like a sculpture.

That old-fashioned aura was so conspicuous that the three of them couldn't help but cast a respectful look at him.

"...Old man, have you ever met a few beautiful girls? They should live nearby."

Tony stepped forward and put a smile on his lovable baby face: "The three of us are their classmates, and I heard that one of them is sick..."

"Ah, I saw it."

The extremely lazy ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ seemed to be falling asleep in the next second, a lifeless voice squeezed out of the mouth, and interrupted Tony abruptly: "You mean the one behind you? ?"

The next moment, the bright red splashed diagonally, and a red trace was spilled on the man's face.

"It's dirty... Forget it, don't wash it."

But unexpectedly, the man didn't scream or collapse, and he didn't even tremble.

His chin was as smooth as a boy's, and his pupils were as clear as a child's.

He just stared at the person at the door, and in a voice full of exhaustion and powerlessness, he asked very lightly, "Who are you?"

The beautiful and charming guest just smiled, and without saying a word, put the five fingers that were stained with white turbidity together into his mouth, and gently smeared it on the tip of his tongue.

"I am, Elcardo."

She spoke word by word in a proud, soft and sweet voice. (To be continued.)