The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I will not forget that day.

Kneeling weakly on the icy floor, looking at the familiar face in despair, but that clean face can no longer find the pure smile of the past.

Instead, there was an expression of disbelief and pain that was tormented before death.

I can't forget that day.

My sister's younger brother, the six-year-old who used to laugh and call my eldest brother, desperately pulled my clothes, while asking loudly why I didn't protect his sister, while crying loudly that I should pay his sister back.

That kind of heart-piercing cry, like a nightmare, echoed in my mind for more than half a year.

Since then, innocence has ceased.

I changed my style and no longer wanted someone to team up with me, but became a complete solo traveler.

I also no longer regard newbie weapons as treasures, but instead of spawning monsters and upgrading day and night, honing my skills, if the knife is broken, I will repair it, repair it, replace it with a new one, and buy a good knife, just buy it. Knives, if you can't buy a good knife, you accept the lies of the knife dealer and use iron pieces to replace the knife.

After that painful experience, not only my personality changed drastically, but I also set a small goal for myself-as long as I found the Corpse Thieves team, I would kill it.

The first time I met the Corpse Thieves team was on the thirtieth day after Miss Sister died.

It was a very kind-looking team. The leader of the team was also a young lady who was about 20 years old. With a self-proclaimed gentle smile, she hoped that I could join her team, not as a member, but to assist The identity of the person, because they are going to hunt an elite beetle monster today.

I knew they were lying when I heard it, because the only elite beetle monster that appeared on this layer had been hunted by me, and the explosion was still on me.

But I did not refuse their invitation, because I guessed that they must be the corpse squad.

Sure enough, in a dark corner, they did it.

The strength of an adventurer is partly determined by level, partly by equipment, and partly by combat experience.

My level is comparable to them, and my equipment is not as good as I want. Fortunately, I can barely use it, but my combat experience is more abundant than that of adventurers of level six, seven, or even level eight or nine.

Under the pressure of a wealth of combat experience, I quickly killed the three people in the team who were best at fighting, and the one who was better at sneak attacks. Among the remaining three, one priest, two magicians, and that The young lady who invited me is one of the magicians.

If low-level adventurers want to release magic with lethal power, they must have enough singing time, but obviously, they can't get enough singing time with only priests and wizards, because all three of them are fragile. .

Seeing this, the little sister cried with pear flowers and begged me to let them go.

I didn't answer, I just asked her if I had hunted down a team of adventurers a month ago and told her about the appearance and configuration of the team members.

Miss sister thought for a moment, and shook her head vigorously, saying that it wasn't them.

So my magnanimous cut ended her life, and I didn't even give her time for surprise.

Miss sister fell to the ground and died with a puzzled look. I drew out the sharp sharp sword and walked towards the other two with a smile.

Once, my smile was to give people warmth, but after that experience, my smile was only left cold to the enemy.

I just kept hunting monsters, hunting and killing the corpse squad.

Before long, there was a legend in the dungeon of this small town, saying that there were souls who hunted down corpses of corpse thieves, and the methods were cruel and never survived.

This legend shocked quite a few of the corpse thieves squads who were incapable of power, but some corpse thieves who were powerful did not take it seriously. Among them was the group of corpse thieves who hunted down the young lady.

My encounter with them was one hundred and eighty days after the death of my little sister.

Streets and alleys and casinos are the best places to inquire about the news. After confirmation from certain sources, I noticed this group of corpse thieves.

Their strength is generally higher than mine, the equipment is also good, and the cooperation is also very good. Maybe the only thing that is not as good as mine is combat experience.

But combat experience can make me invincible at the same level, but it cannot guarantee that I will remain invincible in leapfrog battles.

Ever since, I decided to observe in secret and wait for the opportunity.

And this opportunity will come soon.

One day, two male corpse thieves in the corpse thief squad were carrying wine bottles. They came out of the custom shop with a contented expression. They swayed home and saw their staggering steps. I probably know two things, one Then they drink too much, and secondly, they have kidney deficiency.

Very good, the best time to hunt.

With a sneer, I walked out from the corner of the street, pretending to pass by them, and when the two were not paying attention, I walked around behind, stabbed one of them in the neck, and pierced the back of the other with a backhand. heart.

After doing all this, I stripped the two of them naked, robbed them of their weapons, and took the money as my own, and then slashed them with a knife and slashed them.

After everything was done, I quietly left contentedly and continued to curl up on the corner to rest.

Fighting is common among adventurers, and death is not uncommon, but such cruel methods of death are really rare.

This incident instantly attracted the attention of the adventurer's base and the local defensive team, and shocked the corpse thief team.

No one of them knows for sure, this is an accident, or a vendetta.

When everyone had different opinions, I quietly hung the clothes of the two people in front of the apartment of the corpse squad late one night.

This small town is fried again.

A female adventurer who went out in the morning to buy breakfast was frightened on the spot by these two familiar clothes, and then burst into tears.

This incident gave people a clearer understanding of the murder-yes, it was a vendetta.

But vendetta is vendetta, no one can think of who the murderer will be.

So in desperation, they only divided batches of investigations, tried to communicate with the family members of the adventurers who were killed by them, and warned them while arguing that they would die if they dare to mess around!

Just when they were investigating and warning the families of the victims in batches, my opportunity came.

This team of corpse thieves had a total of fourteen people. Two died, and only twelve remained. In order to be able to detect the news as quickly as possible, they divided the twelve into four groups, three in each group, after dusk Act together.

It is difficult to deal with twelve people, but it is easy to deal with three people.

I followed a group casually, looked at them from a distance, watched their family-by-house talk and warned them until they were tired and exhausted, and I smiled when the three of them squatted in the street and swallowed.

The opportunity is here!

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