Book of Gods and Demons

Medland Glory Calendar August 19th, 1375, late at night.

The old pier No. 2 of Tulum Port.

The squally wind swept the torrential rain and set off huge waves on the sea. The waves hit the breakwater with a dull loud noise. The sound of wind, rain, waves, and thunder, all the movements made by the tiny humans in Tulun Harbor were completely covered up without a trace.

Thunder and lightning flashed, and the bright electric light instantly illuminates the world.

The Grimace Shopkeeper is like an owl that haunts at night, moving through the rain at an astonishing speed, and the spacious robe is flying in the wind like wings, without making any sound.

The air around him was spinning strangely, and countless raindrops smashed down all over the sky, several feet away from his body. The raindrops were under the control of a gentle force, and the body was spinning at a high speed involuntarily, tracing across the air. The arc passed the body of the ghost face shopkeeper, and then returned to its original trajectory.

The ghost face shopkeeper is like a ghost shadow, he walked through the rain curtain, but he didn't ‘alarm’ the rain curtain at all.

Old Wharf No. 2, this is the bulk cargo trading base of Tulum Port.

Rare goods from faraway mainland overseas, such as tea, silk, cane sugar, porcelain, wood, rare and special products, etc., are in the tens of millions of pounds.

Bargaining, signing a contract, paying for the goods, delivering the goods, and occasionally the chamber of commerce internally allocates, adjusts the goods, and even uses bulk goods for huge mortgages, etc. Sometimes the goods need to be hoarded in the warehouse for several months.

Near the old pier No. 2, huge warehouses are crawling on the ground like monsters.

These warehouses are hundreds of feet long and wide, covering a large area. Some warehouses have hundreds of years of history. They belong to the major chambers of commerce, major families, and some warehouses in Tulum Port. Public.

The goods come in and out here not too frequently.

It's a bit remote here, and it's a huge area.

Because they are all bulk goods and the quantity of goods is huge, I am not afraid of the street gangsters thinking about it. Give them one night, how many goods can they transport?

Moreover, behind the warehouses here are giants like the Rittals, the Wells, and the Turings. Which gang of thieves dare to come here to ask for wildfire?

Over time, the care of the warehouse area of ​​the old wharf No. 2 has become riddled with problems, and it is normal for people to float here. In this vast warehouse area, it is inevitable that some horrible things will happen.

Thunder and lightning flashed across the night, making the warehouse area pale.

In the huge warehouse area, several watchtowers dedicated to night watchmen are brightly lit, but no one is visible. In the corner of the warehouse area, in the small building where the night watchman rests, there are loud voices and the fragrance of wine and meat.

More than two hundred night watchmen responsible for guarding this warehouse are taking advantage of the good opportunity of the storm to have fun in the small building.

Alcoholism and gambling are the most popular leisure activities for these low-level people who hang around at the pier.

In the small building, there were also women's shrill laughter and screams. Through the glass windows, you could see the chaotic figures in several rooms, with dozens of men and women entangled together, misty and confused.

The ghost face shopkeeper stood on the vaulted roof of a large warehouse, with the pale white smooth mask on his face, his hands in his sleeves, and his sullen eyes swept across the tall and low warehouses one by one.

"Kara No. 9 Warehouse, West Third District." With the flashing lightning, the Grimace Shopkeeper soon found his goal.

With a sway of his body, he fluttered directly from the vault of the warehouse, traversed an arc, and landed on the roof of a warehouse more than two hundred feet away. Then his body shook again and floated out more than two hundred feet.

Warehouse No. 9 in West Third District, this is a large storage warehouse under the name of the Kaban family.

What outsiders know is that this vaulted warehouse with a length of more than 500 feet and a height of 60 feet has three floors on the ground and one floor underground. The three floors on the ground store a large amount of pottery, wood and rum all the year round, while the underground floor is occasionally used to detain slaves hunted by the Kaban family from the Black Continent.

The outer wall of this warehouse is thick, made of steel reinforced and mixed with volcanic ash cement. The thinnest part is three feet thick.

The exterior wall of the huge warehouse has only dozens of bowl-thick ventilation holes. In such a small vent, steel bars the thickness of a thumb are inserted. I really don't know what this is preventing.

Except for the ventilation holes, only the south side of the Ka-9 warehouse faces the sea, and there is a sliding door for people to enter and exit. Outside this metal sliding door that is ten feet high and twenty feet wide, stands a small small house, also of reinforced concrete structure.

Four tall and thin men with pale skin, curly hair, wearing short black cloaks, sat quietly in the small room. They were sitting around a small square table with sausages, smoked lamb’s head, fried pork knuckles, and special snacks such as salted shark liver from Tulum Port.

In addition to these foods, there are more than a dozen glass wine bottles on the table. The bottles are filled with pungent high shochu.

The four men ate and drank silently, raising their heads from time to time, and glanced at the closed warehouse door through the glass window of the cabin.

A violent thunder'rumbled' through the air, and a man suddenly chuckled: "Good weather, this kind of weather is my lord's favorite."

"Master's sacrifice will be successful." Another man clicked his mouth with regret: "It's a pity, there are a few of those little girls who are exceptionally well-born. Why don't you let the brothers take a break?"

"Shut up..." A slightly older man sneered: "If you want to die, don't take me unlucky. They are the reborn mothers of the master, and the new body of the master will be conceived from them. ...... Let you guys get cool first?"

The man lowered his voice: "You mean, do you want to be the father of the master in name?"

The four men showed weird smiles at the same time. They looked at each other, and then laughed happily.

This kind of taboo, dangerous, and provocative topic that provokes the majesty of big people is obviously, within them, it is also a kind of leisure activity that they love to hear.

"Drink!" A man grabbed the wine bottle and shook it vigorously: "It's a pity, the little-women of Hennie Wei, running too fast. If you can catch her smoothly, hey, brothers It can be very cool."

Another man sighed softly: "Who could have thought of it? I actually ran into that group of idiots. Although they are all highlanders, it must be said that those guys who can only use knives and hacks are really complete. idiot."

"If it weren't for the conflict with the killer obsessive believer, Henie Wei couldn't escape." The older man'Gudong, Gudong' poured some shochu, his eyes turned red, and said with great regret: "Hey, Think about it, such a delicate and tender big noble lady, tsk...compared to the women in Lily's house...tsk..."

The four men were silent, they raised their bottles one after another, pouring the spirits one by one.

As the drinks continued to enter the abdomen, behind the four men there was a hazy gray mist surging, and the sound was extremely slight, full of imaginable, extremely filthy, extremely evil, extremely dirty, extremely dirty murmurs. Whispers kept coming out of the gray fog.

These words are full of evil forces that blaspheme all ethics and distort all morals.

The skins of the four men are slightly twisted, their skins are like softened rubber, constantly highlighting each and every weird, soft bugs like slugs, with their soft, slippery, sticky bodies entwined into runes. .

A cool breeze came in from the crack in the door of the hut.

The four men shivered at the same time, and then their bodies suddenly stiffened.

They looked scared, their eyes were stiff and they couldn't move at all. They wanted to yell, but their facial muscles and tongues became stone-like. No matter what they struggled hard, they couldn't make any movement at all.

The wooden door of the hut was a full half a foot thick, and there were two bolts of the thickness of arms behind the door. The bolts were fastened when the four men were drinking.

The cool breeze kept coming in from the cracks in the door, and the two heavy door bolts, as if being held by invisible hands, slowly slid to the side, and then fell to the ground with two bangs.

The ghost face shopkeeper walked into the small room lightly. He silently took out four and a half-foot-long cattle hair needles from his sleeves and stuck them on the backs of the four men's necks.

The bodies of the four men became stiffer and stiffer, and a layer of blueness was visible to the naked eye on their faces.

The grimace shopkeeper nodded in satisfaction, and then shook his head: "Walking in the rivers and lakes, be careful, don't overturn the boat in the gutter."

He took out a small hook with short fingers, slowly and meticulously, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com cut off the tendons of the wrists and heels of the four men, making them completely unable to move.

The knife cut by the ghost face shopkeeper was extremely delicate. He cut through the tendons of four men, and there was no blood oozing out of the wound.

Looking at the four men with desperate expressions, the grimace shopkeeper nodded in satisfaction, put away the small hook knife, broke their chins off, and glanced into their mouths through the light.

"Very well, no denture sacs. I like well-behaved children like you." The grimace shopkeeper giggled a few times, took out a small medicine bottle, and flicked a little black powder into their open mouth. .

"Now don't worry...you sit here obediently, don't move, don't move. The poison just now, without my antidote, you will be poisoned and die in three hours." The grimace shopkeeper gently Smiled: "So be a good baby, sit here and wait for me to come back, okay?"

The ghost face shopkeeper quietly walked out of the room, and he even closed the door intimately.

The two door bolts that fell on the ground suddenly jumped up, and ‘Papa’ jumped back to their original positions twice and locked the door properly.

The four men listened to the sound of the grimace shopkeeper closing the door, and heard the movement of the door bolt, and they burst out in cold sweat.

The ghost face shopkeeper walked out of the hut and came to the sliding door of the No. 9 warehouse.

A violent thunder slashed by, and the grimace shopkeeper opened the door under the thunder, opened a half-foot-wide gap, and then flashed into the warehouse silently.

"Yaolu Street is the site of my grimace shopkeeper... You kidnapped my neighbor... This is too bad."

"Little **** kid has to admit punishment if he does something wrong...no matter who is behind you...you must understand the rules, right?"

"Rules... In this world, you can't have no rules!"