André's face had decayed a lot, and the thick smell of rot filled the air. Lucien could vaguely see his fear and struggle before his death.
However, apart from that, Lucien could not find anything else that was related to the strange cause of his death.
"What does this have to do with the Aaron Gang's recent low profile?"
After quietly pondering for a few minutes, Lucien found a rag and wrapped it around his hand. Then he heavily pressed André's body into the water. Although he didn't know how he got caught in the barbed wire before, but this time, he wouldn't be so lucky.
André's body followed the flow of the underground river, passed through the barbed wire, and was washed into the Belem River. As for who would find it later, Lucien couldn't control it.
After throwing the money bag and rag into the underground river, Lucien stood up and walked back. But this time, Lucien didn't go back the way he came. Instead, he changed direction at a fork in the road more than twenty meters away to avoid meeting the group of beggars again. And this road, according to Lucien's comparison, would lead him past the ruins of the witch's magic laboratory and back to the entrance of the sewer.
After walking a few meters at the fork in the road, Lucien suddenly heard a series of heavy footsteps.
These footsteps were messy and disorderly. In the quiet and sealed sewer, they were transmitted so far and so clearly. It was as if a large group of people were walking over from afar. Moreover, there were quite a few people among them who were extremely heavy. That was why they were so heavy.
Lucien straightened his back and looked left and right at the tunnel he was walking in. Soon, he found a depression not far in front of him. Although it wasn't enough to cover his body, as long as those people didn't come in to take a closer look, they wouldn't be able to find him from the outside.
With his back tightly pressed against the wall, Lucien waited for a few minutes until the group of people finally passed by.
Perhaps it was because things had been too smooth in the past, and there hadn't been any problems, so this group of people just casually looked at the tunnel Lucien was hiding in and continued to walk forward.
"You guys, quickly throw these bodies down. May the Lord bless them so that they will be eaten by the sharp-mouthed mullets quickly. " A low voice rang out, coming from the sewers. However, when he spoke, there seemed to be some air leakage, causing many of his syllables to be inaccurate.
Lucien had intended to take this opportunity to leave, but the voice made him frown. "Why does it sound so familiar? Who is it?" He began to recall everyone he had met.
Then, another voice that Lucien was familiar with sounded, "Why are you guys taking so long? Don't delay the important matter."
"It's the old man who tried to preach," Lucien recognized the second voice as he had only heard it for a short while.
The first voice was silent for a moment before replying with a hint of fear, "Don't worry, we will definitely gather them within ten days. Boss Ya Lun has already instructed us to do whatever it takes."
Aaron Longsang? Aaron Longsang?
Lucien immediately remembered the owner of the first voice. It was Jackson, the man who brought people to destroy his house and was beaten up by him and John. The reason why he sounded like he was talking was because Lucien had knocked out a few teeth. "But it sounds like Aaron's gang is not the victim, but the accomplice of the cult. That André was probably killed because he didn't want to obey."
The old man smiled eerily, "Please tell Mr. Aaron and that guy that as long as you cooperate with us wholeheartedly, we will not let you down. Don't think that I'm weak, but in the light of God, I'm just the smallest insect. The priests here are all powerful enough to rival the bishop of the Cult of Truth. If it weren't for the fact that we need to maintain that thing, we wouldn't need your help at all."
"Okay, I'll tell Boss Ya Lun," Jackson replied in low spirits.
After a few flops, someone else spoke with a trembling voice, "But, Brother Jackson, it's very difficult to find those who go missing without attracting attention. It's really hard to gather fifty in ten days. I don't even know where the beggars in the sewers have gone. Except for those who belong to you, none of them can be found." The last sentence was directed at the old man.
The old man chuckled, "Of course, they were washed into the Belem River and became the food of the sharp-mouthed mullets."
Jackson took a deep breath, "Don't worry, Skar. Boss Ya Lun has already said that we will do whatever it takes. As long as we don't mess with the nobles, priests, and upper-class people, even if we kidnap the others, he will use all his connections and resources to solve the problem. "
"Boss Jackson, do you have a target?" Skar asked hesitantly.
Jackson sneered, "Skar, you've seen and done so many things. Do you still want to quit? Don't forget about André! As for the target, humph, my cheeks are still aching. How can I let those two bastards and their families go? "
Hearing this, Lucien almost couldn't hold back his anger. Jackson wanted to kill him and Aunt Alisa's family for a not-so-serious grudge. How vicious!
But soon, Lucien controlled his anger, because he had heard a lot of strange people like Jackson. It wasn't like he hadn't heard of people who would kill their families for a few dollars or a quarrel. "Luckily, I heard it. Otherwise, John and I could deal with it, but Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa, and Elwyn might not be spared."
"I have to solve this problem as soon as possible." Lucien thought quietly and had the intention to kill. If he let Jackson and the others leave the sewers, where would he find them? At that time, he wouldn't be able to split himself and protect Chorre's family. Who knew when and where Jackson and the others would attack. "As long as I kill them all, the other members of the Aaron Mafia won't think about us for no reason. With this buffer, I can make up an excuse to leak to John and let him solve the problem of this cult through Sir Venn."
At that time, as long as Lucien told John that he accidentally heard a beggar preaching blasphemy, it would be enough. Beggars lived in the sewers for a long time. As long as the Church or Knight carefully investigated the sewers, they should be able to find some clues. As for the excuse he made up, there would be no evidence anyway.
If Lucien didn't do it now and directly reported it to John, as long as the old preacher and the other beggars were caught, he wouldn't be able to explain that he had been in the sewers.
Lucien became calmer and calmer. He touched his pocket and confirmed that the casting materials were easy to take out. Under the cover of their voices, he quietly walked to the corner and carefully peeked.
There were a total of nine of them.
There were too many people. Lucien wasn't completely sure that he could kill all of them. There was even a possibility that they would join forces and kill him. However, at this time, there was no way to retreat. He could only calmly take the risk.
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Skar and his two companions threw the last sack with the body in it into the underground river. Then, they trembled and used a long pole to poke the hole in the barbed wire so that they could pass through. Due to the intertwined feelings of fear, horror, and regret, the three thugs couldn't help but pray to the God of Truth in their hearts. They didn't even dare to look at the body. They even avoided it as much as possible.
Although they were all villains who had killed people before, they still couldn't accept the fact that they had to dig out a living person's heart.
Glancing at the mysterious old preacher, Skar tried to calm himself down and said, "Jackson, it's done. We'd better leave as soon as possible. I heard that there are a lot of water ghosts in the Belem River. If they swim in …"
"Okay." Jackson looked at the old preacher and asked, "Do you have anything to do with the water ghosts in the Belem River? After all, you threw so many bodies into the river. The time is right. "
The old preacher shook his head and said, "We don't want to make any noise before we succeed. Aalto is the center of the Magic Empire in the west. Maybe there's a strong power of death somewhere in the Belem River. Anyway, the Truth Cult hasn't noticed us yet. "
When Jackson was about to ask his men to leave, he suddenly saw that Skar's face was filled with fear. At the same time, a weird, short, and hurried voice came from behind.
Skar saw a dark shadow standing in the corner about twenty meters away from Jackson and the old preacher. Only half of the shadow's body and face were visible. Under the fluorescent light of the moss, the shadow looked gloomy, creepy, and terrifying.
"There's a ghost in the sewer!" This was the fear that Skar had been suppressing in his heart ever since he joined the evil cult and took out the hearts of the living people. He was afraid that the evil spirits and ghosts would take revenge on him. However, he didn't dare to ask the Saint Truth for help. Right now, in the dim light and the enclosed environment, Skar had just finished throwing away the dead bodies. All of his fears burst out, making him feel weak in his limbs.
When Skar saw the shadow, the mysterious man raised his right hand. Countless shimmering dust drifted out, and the man uttered weird syllables that did not sound like a human's voice.
As soon as Jackson and the old preacher heard the voice, they turned around and saw the mysterious shadow. However, before they could run two steps, the light around them was completely extinguished.
It was so dark that they couldn't even see their own fingers. Except for the old preacher, who was still calm, Jackson, Skar, and the other apprentices were all extremely scared. They waved the daggers in their hands, trying not to let anyone get close to them.
However, the tunnel was not wide, and they were standing very close to each other. As they waved their daggers, some of them were stabbed and screamed in pain.
The cries of pain triggered even more fear in Jackson and the others. They were already feeling uneasy because they were trapped in the strange darkness. When they heard the cries of their own people, they became even more worried about their own safety. Hence, they swung their daggers even harder.
Forbidden Light, an informal spell. It could create a dark area six meters long and six meters wide that could not be illuminated by ordinary light. For apprentices, the spell could last for one minute.
"Calm down! Calm down! Oh!" Although the old preacher was not even at the level of an apprentice priest, he had heard the priests talk about magic and divinity. This creepy darkness must be the work of the mysterious man. First of all, he could not panic. Second, he ordered his men to run in all directions. The darkness could not cover a large area. However, as soon as he shouted calmly, Jackson stabbed him with a dagger and he screamed in pain.
In less than ten seconds, in the darkness, two apprentices were stabbed in the vital parts and fell to the ground. The other apprentices were more or less wounded.
Driven by fear, Skar and the other apprentices ran back, which was the direction of the water entrance. However, they did not know that from where they were to the barbed wire fence, everything was covered in darkness.
Jackson, the preacher, and the other gangster rushed forward, rushing towards the mysterious man.
Because they couldn't see the road in the darkness, they had only taken two steps and hadn't even seen the light when a beggar and a gang member fell into the dark river with a splash.
At this moment, the strange voice that caused one's heart to palpitate sounded once more.
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