Throne of Shadows

"What's your name?" Da Ma Jin Dao sat in the lair of gangsters, Dong Chen asked softly, leaning on the cross sword he took off from the wall.

"Obama, Boss, my name is Obama." Although I don't know what Boss means, but since the group of non-human monsters are called that, the delicate-minded Obama naturally follows suit.

"O...Obama, what a weird name. Forget it, your sword?"

The dark red sword pointed straight at the throat, and Obama's already pale face turned pale again: "Boss, you'd better not use this sword, it's an ominous sword."

"The Ominous Sword?" Dong Chen became interested.

"Can you, take it away first." Hiding but not daring to hide, touching but not touching, Obama was so frightened that he almost cried.

Keng clang retracted the sword and put it back into its sheath, playing with the cross sword, which was about the same length as the Alpha alloy knife, but only a quarter of its thickness. Dongchen raised his hand to motion for Obama to explain.

"Its name is Daiinslev, and there seems to be some allusion to it."

Looking up at Obama, who was constantly wiping sweat, Dongchen caressed the classically smooth scabbard with very few decorations, and said lightly, "Tell me."

"I...I don't know." Obama grinned awkwardly: "This sword... I dug out this sword."

"Dig it?"

"It was dug, dug from the cemetery."

The expression of love froze, Obama looked at Dong Chen who suddenly changed color, and the cold sweat that had just stopped broke out again.

"Why dig it out of the grave?"

"Zhenxie." Obama looked left and right at this luxury villa full of aristocratic atmosphere, Tiantian's dry lips said: "Boss, you should be able to see that in my capacity, it is impossible to own such a villa."

Gardens, pools, rockery, halls, two-storey villas, beside the mountains and the sea, the location is excellent.Along the way, it is lush, quiet and elegant, and the interior details are classic everywhere.

Such a house is indeed beyond the possession of a gangster like Obama.

Dongchen picked up the sword playfully, twirled his fingers with a smile, and motioned for Obama to continue explaining with his eyes.

Obama looked at the sword in fear, then looked at Dongchen in fear, and said dryly, "This villa is haunted, and many big men who didn't believe in evil used to live here. But no matter how powerful they are, they will die and disappear within half a year. The better ones can leave a whole body, the worse ones don’t even have a corpse, and even the news can’t be spread.”

"Then you still dare to live here?"

"This...isn't there it?" Obama pointed his sword brightly: "If a gangster wants to become famous, he has to do famous things. I can get to where I am today. This haunted house and this The evil sword is a big factor."

Evil Sword is paired with a haunted house, and Dongchen is paired with Gu Gu Obama: "Sit."

A simple word is already an acknowledgment of identity. Obama happily sat down half of his buttocks. Although he usually collapsed in a soft velvet chair, he dared not in front of Dong Chen.

"Tell me about this sword and this house." Dongchen certainly didn't want any accidents if he was going to live here for half a year. It's better to figure out such weird things first.

"Yes, yes, I'll talk about it now." Nodding repeatedly, Obama leaned forward slightly, looking at the cross sword with a complicated expression: "This sword is called Daiinslev, and its original owner is dead. Light. It was rumored that it was the sword that killed people, and many people used it later, but they all died. So people buried the sword under the holy bell of the church, and shook it with the daily ringing of the bell.”

Cautiously glanced at Dong Chen, whose face remained unchanged, Obama went on to explain nervously: "I don't know too much about the specifics of this sword. I only know that this sword wounds people without healing. It is an evil sword."

"Wounded and healed?" The sword clanged out, and the dark red blood-like blade lay in front of his eyes. After examining it carefully, he found nothing special. The suspect looked at Obama: "This sword is really as good as you said. evil?"

"It's true and not false." Obama's tone was very affirmative.

Swish!

Bright red blood flowers floated up little by little.

Eyes opened suddenly, mouth opened to the limit, and even a small tongue could be clearly seen: "You...you..."

Pointing tremblingly at Dongchen who stroked the sword with his hands, Obama backed away screaming in horror, shrinking his whole body into the chair: "You don't want to die?"

"What's going on?" Christina, who walked down from the roof, looked at the hall strangely.

"He...he was injured by the evil sword, he's finished, he's dead." When the chair overturned, Obama scrambled backwards, fearing that Dong Chen, who would suddenly go crazy, would not be able to think about it. Give it to him too.

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Smiling and turning sideways, he clenched his scratched left hand hard, and the blue brilliance wrapped up the whole fist. After a while, there was no trace of blood left from the bleeding wound.

"You can't make people feel more at ease, what are you cutting yourself for? What a waste." Strolling down the stairs with all kinds of flair, she pulled Dong Chen's blood-stained hand and spit out her tongue, greedily back and forth, and Christina snorted comfortably. Shivered: "Play more at night, I'm hungry."

"My...my size...what the hell!" screamed, Obama turned around and ran away.

The scars scratched by the evil sword healed without medicine, the woman he fell in love with actually liked to drink blood, and the hooligan leader who suddenly felt the world collapsed ran to the gate desperately.

It's a pity that before he took two steps, he felt a tightness in the back of his neck, and when he regained consciousness, he had already fallen at Dong Chen's feet.

"Run one more time, and you'll never have to run again."

The gloomy voice was like cold water pouring down on his head in the cold winter. Obama nodded his head tremblingly: "Ghost... ghost... old... boss, I won't run, I promise not to run." Seeing Dong Chen squinting his eyes , Obama hurriedly changed his title tremblingly, hating the red nose in his heart: "You bastard who kills thousands of knives, if you don't die this time, you will die."

Embracing Christina's plump delicate body and sitting back in the chair, Dong Chen leaned on the sword and thumped to the ground: "Let's put aside the matter of the sword, let's talk about this house."

"This... this house, he, he made trouble..."

The hurried footsteps of tom tom interrupted Obama's explanation, and Ai Weier appeared at the stairs panting heavily: "Ann... Anne is gone."

There was a clatter of thunder, bright white lightning pierced the night sky, and it rained cats and dogs.

Stepping on the pattering raindrops, Baobao walked up to Ai Wei'er, Dongchen stared at this anxious woman, knowing in her heart that she couldn't do anything to Annie.Although Ai Wei'er usually had conflicts with Annie, in the team, Annie was actually the goblin's favorite, which was why Christina gave Annie to her.

However, now Annie is missing.

In such a huge villa, it is too easy to hide a person, Annie...

"Where do you want to go?"

The piercing voice was accompanied by muffled thunder, and Obama, who wanted to sneak away, froze and turned back trembling with cold sweat: "I...I want to go to the bathroom."

"If you can't find Anne, don't even think about going anywhere." With the blue soul imprint on your left hand shining, the ghost claws of nothingness flew out through the air, grabbed Obama by the chest and lifted him into the air: "Before this evening, find If you don't reach Annie, you're dead."