On the other side, the people from the Traveling Merchant Organization followed the trail left by the black merchant and arrived at the place where the mutated scavenger squirrels were wreaking havoc.
The big guy wearing the gray mask didn't show the slightest fear when he saw the sea of mutated scavenger squirrels crowding the corridor. This was because to him, such a scene was already … commonplace.
As the most secretive gray merchant in the Traveling Merchant Organization, what he and his men did the most every day was to clear out the monsters in the underground maze.
And the place with the most monsters was the smelly sewers. The gray merchant had brought his men to the smelly sewers many times and had faced more terrifying encirclement than this one.
So, looking at the mutated scavenger squirrels, not only was the gray merchant unafraid, but all the people in gray uniforms were also very relaxed.
On the contrary, the people in black and white uniforms at the back were mostly cowering.
The gray merchant glanced at the group of cowards and shook his head with a cold smile. With the quality of this group of people, they could only bully the adventurer teams on the surface. If they were really in trouble, they would run faster than anyone else.
However, the gray merchant was only in charge of his men. He could not care less about the black merchant and white merchant's men. So, he looked away after a sidelong glance.
Looking at his men, the gray merchant said indifferently, "Who's going this time?"
Among the people in gray uniforms, six people raised their hands.
The gray merchant pointed at three people in a row. "The three of you, put down your hands. This is not an extermination operation. There's no time to push slowly."
Then, the gray merchant looked at the other three people who raised their hands and hesitated for a moment. First, he looked at the man with a gray mask on the far right. The mask had the image of an evil spirit. "Ghost Shadow, we can't determine the exact number of monsters. Your Shadow Shuttle may not last until the end."
Ghost Shadow did not say anything and put down his hand.
The gray merchant looked at the remaining two people. One of them looked like a short girl who was less than fourteen years old. She put the mask on her pink hair like an ornament and raised her little hand as high as she could. From time to time, she would jump as if she was afraid that the gray merchant could not see. The other was a green-haired man with a lazy temperament. He did not wear a mask but pinned it on his waist, revealing his freckled face.
The gray merchant looked at the pink-haired girl and frowned. "Why are you here?"
The pink-haired girl said, "I didn't join in the fun. There are still traces of illusions here. Those people must have used illusions. I'm also an Illusion Sorcerer. I can do it too. "
Hui Shang: "If you just want to compare your illusions, let me tell you, you've already lost."
The pink-haired girl was indignant, but the gray merchant had already turned to look at the green-haired man. She could only puff up her cheeks angrily.
"Shepherd, you'll do it this time." The gray merchant looked at the green-haired man and made his decision.
The green-haired man called the Shepherd stretched his back and took out a piccolo from behind the mask on his waist. "Okay, it's been a long time since I've met a rodent monster. I've forgotten the rhythm of roaming rats … Oh, right, is a squirrel a rat?"
Hui Shang: "Don't ask boring questions. Let's get moving."
The Shepherd curled his lips. Holding his flute, he walked towards the horde of terrifying and ugly monsters.
The melodious sound of the flute drifted slowly. All the mutated scavenger squirrels were startled when they heard the sound. Their scarlet eyes, which were filled with murderous intent, slowly became confused.
The Shepherd walked towards the group of mutated scavenger squirrels while playing his flute.
The mutated scavenger squirrels didn't attack the Shepherd. Instead, they took the initiative to open a path for the Shepherd. The squirrels on both sides swayed their heads leisurely and swayed to the sound of the flute as if they were dancing.
The subordinates of the two merchants were surprised when they saw this scene. They didn't expect that the gray merchant only sent one of his subordinates to deal with the situation that they thought was impossible.
"Don't just stand there. Follow him." The gray merchant glanced at the people in black and white uniforms and called out. As for his subordinates, they had already followed the Shepherd's footsteps.
The people in black and white uniforms seemed to have woken up from a dream and followed him one after another.
The gray merchant was the last to follow. It wasn't because he wanted to bring up the rear, but because he noticed that the white merchant seemed a little strange. He fell behind because he wanted to ask about the situation.
"What's wrong with you?" The gray merchant was still very polite to the white merchant. Although the white merchant was only in charge of the logistics of the organization, he was an extremely knowledgeable person. Moreover, he had mastered a very rare talent in the southern region: inscriptions.
More importantly, the white merchant would often help the gray merchant draw inscriptions.
The evil spirit on Spiritshadow's mask was the white merchant's masterpiece.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Although the white merchant said that, the gray merchant wasn't sent away.
The gray merchant only watched quietly. Then, his gaze moved down to the white merchant's hands that were clenching his lapels and the bulging veins on his hands.
The white merchant was silent for a moment before he sighed and said, "I'm fine, but … something happened on the black merchant's side."
The black merchant and the white merchant were at odds on the surface, but as a high-ranking member of the Bilos family, the gray merchant knew very well that the black merchant and the white merchant were blood brothers. The open strife and veiled strife on the surface was completely orchestrated by the black merchant. To outsiders, it could be said that he was stubborn and mischievous, but in reality, insiders knew that the black merchant just wanted to make his presence known in front of his brother, the white merchant.
As brothers, and twins at that, their hearts were connected. When one of them was in trouble, the other would also sense it.
Obviously, the white merchant sensed that something had happened to his younger brother.
The gray merchant pondered for a moment before he asked a seemingly rude question, "Is he dead?"
The white merchant knew what kind of person the gray merchant was. His question wasn't rude, but he wanted to confirm the general situation so that he could consider his next move.
"He's not dead, but I feel that he's in a bad situation."
"Can you sense his general location?"
The white merchant closed his eyes and carefully sensed for a moment before he said hesitantly, "I think he's right in front."
The gray merchant nodded. He didn't say anything else, nor did he comfort the white merchant. Instead, he went directly to the shepherd's side.
"Speed up, it's too slow."
This was slow? The shepherd was playing the flute so hard that he almost lost his breath.
"If I say it's too slow, it's too slow. Speed up, at least twice as fast as it is now. If you can be faster, you'll be rewarded when we return."
The gray merchant often rewarded everyone, but it was rare for him to reward someone individually. The previous reward was Spiritshadow. His reward was the inscription on the mask, which greatly enhanced Spiritshadow's abilities. Everyone was envious.
The shepherd played the flute while pointing at Spiritshadow's mask. His meaning was self-evident: Can I have the inscription too?
The gray merchant said, "Yes."
The shepherd's lazy temperament instantly changed when he heard the answer. He was full of energy. The flute music was no longer decadent. Instead, it was a rhythmic flute song. Coupled with the shepherd's deliberate drumming, the entire scene seemed to be on fire.
The faster the shepherd stepped, the faster the mutated scavenger squirrels in front of them moved.
This allowed them to progress twice as fast as they had before.
However, the shepherd was obviously not satisfied. The bloodline power in his feet exploded and turned into two sheep feet embedded with iron plates. He stepped faster and faster, and the drumming became faster and faster.
Unknowingly, everyone's hearts began to beat violently along with the shepherd's flute music.
"Spiritshadow, deceive everyone's hearing and touch." The gray merchant felt that there was something wrong with everyone's expressions. He immediately ordered Spiritshadow to deceive everyone's five senses.
Without their hearing and touch, everyone looked at the shepherd as if they were looking at a madman dancing wildly. However, no one looked down on him.
From the violent drumbeats just now, it could be seen how terrifying the Shepherd's true strength was.
Before this, they could only move twice as fast. Now, with the shepherd's outburst, everyone's progress became faster and faster. In the end, the shepherd reached three times their original speed. This was a shocking result.
When Bai Shang sensed the black merchant's location, the shepherd slowed down his flute music.
At this moment, the shepherd's body was pale. Beads of sweat kept dripping from his face. It was obvious that the outburst just now was a struggle.
"We're here. It's over there." Bai Shang suddenly pointed in a direction.
At this time, no one knew that they were looking for the black merchant. When they saw the direction Bai Shang pointed, they thought that there was something strange there.
In fact, there was indeed something strange there. It was a small dog hole on the high wall.
However, Bai Shang was not pointing at the dog hole. Instead, he was pointing at the skinny and unconscious mutated scavenger squirrel under the dog hole.
Before the others knew what happened, the gray merchant and Bai Shang had already rushed to the mutated scavenger squirrel's side. Bai Shang carefully placed his hand between the squirrel's eyebrows.
After a while, Bai Shang let out a sigh of relief. "It's only exhausted Qi, blood, and energy. It's not fundamentally damaged. It'll recover fully with some time."
The gray merchant was relieved when he heard this. The black merchant's importance was not only because of his personal strength. He was also very grateful to the Bi Luo family who had saved his life. This was why he took the initiative to join the Bi Luo family. However, Bai Shang did not have this shackle. He had not joined the Bi Luo family until now. However, as long as the black merchant was still here, Bai Shang would never leave.
Therefore, when he saw that the black merchant was still alive, not only was Bai Shang happy, but the gray merchant also slowly relaxed his tense heart.
Bai Shang carefully picked up the mutated scavenger squirrel that the black merchant had turned into. Then, he said to the gray merchant, "I can't go with you for the time being. I have to give the black merchant basic treatment first. Otherwise, even if he recovers, there will be repercussions."
The gray merchant nodded. The gray merchant was in charge of the underground maze. This time, the black merchant and the white merchant came because they had discovered this new entrance first. This gave them the right to explore first.
Just as Bai Shang was about to say goodbye, he suddenly made a sound of surprise.
Under the gray merchant's gaze, Bai Shang gently opened the black merchant's tightly shut mouth. A ball of energy slowly floated out.
The energy was very thin. It was so thin that it only left a shadow in the air and then disappeared.
The shadow left by the energy was only a row of words: Don't go through the dog hole. There's something you can't fight against there …
Obviously, this was the warning that the black merchant left with the last of his energy after he had encountered an inhuman encounter. However, in the end, he might have used up all his energy or fainted, so he did not say the specific situation.
But this was enough.
This was a warning. No matter what was inside, it was fine as long as they knew not to go through the dog hole. The black merchant had obviously chosen the wrong path when choosing the path and went through the dog hole. This led to the current situation.
"He left a very useful piece of information," the gray merchant said. "But it seems that he hasn't caught up with the group of people who came first."
After a pause, the gray merchant looked at Bai Shang. "Then we'll continue forward."
Bai Shang nodded. "I'll return to the base first."
Just as Bai Shang was about to leave, he suddenly paused and said to the gray merchant, "You need to pay attention to the group of people who came first. If you can communicate with them amicably, try not to fight them. They left us hints along the way. It could be a friendly gesture or a provocation. I'm more inclined to the former. "
The gray merchant was silent for a moment. "I understand. I'll take care of it."
After that, the three merchants of the Traveling Merchant Organization parted ways. The gray merchant led his subordinates and continued the chase. As for Bai Shang, he led his subordinates and the black merchant's subordinates back.
In fact, these subordinates could continue to follow the gray merchant. However, after giving it some thought, Bai Shang felt that with their little strength, they should forget about it. In any case, there was a living area at the entrance. They should be able to find something if they stayed there to explore.
…
As the black, white, and gray merchants parted ways, the dog hole on the high wall slowly disappeared.
At the same time, a small voice came from the depths of the dog hole. "It's rare to meet living people. I'm not willing to let them go just like that."
Another rough voice replied, "Did you forget what the Lord Ruler said just now? The people of the Traveling Merchant Organization are cleaning the smelly gutters. Only the circulation of monsters can nourish the magic array. This can be considered a bit of credit for helping Hell return. It's enough to take some blood and energy for research. There's no need to kill them. "
"The group outside just now were all from the Traveling Merchant Organization. We can't eat them even if we catch them."
The small voice muttered, "What about the first few people? They weren't wearing the Traveling Merchant Organization's clothes. "
The rough voice pondered. "They didn't choose this path, did they? Also, I have a vague feeling that they're not simple. If they really choose our path, the winner might not be us. "
"Is that so? Then, should we go and tell the Lord Ruler? "
"You want to disturb the Lord Ruler for such a small matter? Fine, go if you want. Don't think I don't know that you're just thinking about your mother. "
A burst of laughter came from the depths of the dog hole. Then, the dog hole returned to silence.
…
On the other side, Angor's group had successfully taken a detour from the inspection department.
However, they were now faced with two choices.
One was a bottomless alleyway between buildings, while the other was a small garden illuminated by fluorite.
Judging from the direction at the end of the alleyway, they could reach their destination. However, they had to make a decision.
Angor didn't say anything this time. Instead, he looked at Dorcas.
"You're not going to make a choice?" Dorcas was confused.
"Since I decided to listen to you from the beginning, I'll listen to you until the end."
Seeing Dorcas still hesitating, Angor considered and added, "Besides, even if something goes wrong, I won't have to take the blame."
"I see. You're afraid of choosing the wrong person. Fine, I'll do it. I'm never afraid of being blamed! "
With that, Dorcas took over the baton and made his choice.
Angor stayed behind and chatted with Dark Earl privately, trying to guess which path Dorcas would choose.
"If it were you, which path would you choose?"
"Well, I think it's a small garden," said Angor after some consideration. The fluorite there is quite bright, and Witch's Eyes like dark creatures. The small garden should be safer. "
"My answer is the same as yours," Dark Earl said. But Dorcas, you won't be so sure. "
Just because his inspiration worked in reverse didn't mean it was wrong every time. Dorcas needed to determine whether the guidance his inspiration gave him this time was real or not.
Now, Dorcas wasn't thinking about the danger, but whether he trusted his inspiration or not.
Dorcas had chosen the wrong path once before, so would he still choose the wrong path this time?
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