The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

It is said that when smoking is the time when a person’s mental state begins to relax, it is also when the person’s defenses are most relaxed.

This is from the experience of the previous life, I did not expect to be able to use it so quickly.

The three people squatted together, one was on guard outside, and the two talked in low voices.

However, I have no interest in the content of their conversation, because the only intersection I have with them is to kill friends.

First, I poured rum into my mouth. It has a good alcohol content and a good smell. It is the best prop for pretending to be drunk.

When the alcohol in his mouth is enough to ensure that people within one meter can smell it, he staggers down the street, staggering towards the direction of the three.

Soon, I was noticed by them, and one of them yelled at me vigilantly, but I didn't respond at all, still walking staggeringly.

Seeing that I was ignoring him, the sentry man drew his weapon and walked towards me. His vigilant and ferocious expression seemed to give me a knife at any time.

But the arrow is on the string, and there is no room for repentance. Since I have chosen to let them pay blood for blood and life for life, I must do it.

There was a sneer at the corners of my lips, but I still pretended to be a drunkard, staggering forward.

The man quickly walked up to me, but at the same time, his grip on the weapon suddenly loosened, and the weapon was hidden at the waist in a very secret way.

When I was about to hit him, this man stretched out his hand, held me up, and said loudly, "Man, how much do you drink? Would you use brother to help you go home?"

At that time, I was held by him, my body was suddenly tightened, and my heartbeat was amazing, but fortunately, my staggering pace saved my state-my stiff left foot caught the same stiff right foot, by walking Staggering, the center of gravity is unstable, I naturally fell heavily to the ground.

This fall, and the strong alcohol scent from my mouth, instantly dispelled all the other's vigilance.

Pretending to be sympathetic, he lifted me up while pretending to inadvertently put his hand into my pocket, touched it a few times, then added a few silver coins out of it with two fingers, and cleverly stuffed them into the sleeves. .

After doing all this, the smile on his face is like a blooming chrysanthemum, brilliant and passionate.

I pretended to vomit again, and then I burped.

"Dude, you're going to drink a lot!" He put his hand into my pocket again with a smile, and again took out a silver coin, and said, "Why don't I help you to rest for a while?"

"Uh...huh" I said in a vague tone: "Thanks, thank you, hiccup...huh."

He who is greedy for money, swiftly helped me to the place where they smoked, put me on the wall, and returned to the other two, showing off today's harvest.

As the saying goes, people are divided into groups, and things are gathered together. The other two are as greedy for money as him. Seeing that I was drunk, they approached me with a smile on their faces and began to dig out my pocket without pinning me to my waist. Take it seriously.

That's right, how can a person who is so drunk that he has to walk strenuously can draw his sword and dance?

I guess they thought the same thing at the time, so they didn’t take my weapon. It was because of the carelessness of the moment that gave me an opportunity. When they showed off their gains to each other, I secretly drew my sword out of the sheath, with relative agility. His body style and extremely quick moves, unexpectedly beheaded the three of them in a flash.

What happened after this is very clear. The three people were owed, stripped, robbed of money, equipment, and weapons. After all of this, I tore their clothes into strips, and then their heads and bodies. Hanged respectively in front of their dormitory.

After doing all this, I left quietly and lurked nearby to continue monitoring them.

It was not until late that they returned to the dormitory. After seeing the three bodies and three heads hanging in front of the door, the other nine people were stunned. A few seconds later, several female adventurers screamed in horror. Most male adventurers were frightened and sat down on the ground. Two other guys who looked like militants issued angry roars, yelling at the sky and yelling at the assailant to pay the price!

It’s just that they seem to have forgotten that before the perpetrators pay the price, should they pay for their sins earlier?

In the roars and screams, countless people in York City were awakened, but I slept soundly.

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I swear to pay the blood debts and life, so I will not give up after I get rid of them all.

But it would seem even more wonderful if you let them fear for a few more days and then kill them one by one.

Thinking of doing it, I continued to hunt monsters during the day, while sleeping on the streets near their dormitory at night to monitor their movements.

Just one night, the captain of this team quietly walked out of the city. After seeing this scene, I did not keep up, but chose to continue to monitor the dormitory, because in my opinion, everything happens. There is a reason, as the boss, you will definitely not abandon your team easily-after all, a stubborn companion is not so easy to find.

Therefore, I suspect that there is fraud.

Since it is expected that there will be fraud, I will naturally not choose to throw in the net by myself, but wait quietly around the dormitory.

About ten minutes later, five more people came out from the dormitory, heading straight to the direction where their captain left.

The captain is still courageous, and even knows to use himself as a bait to trick me into being fooled. If I take his way seriously, I am afraid that when the other five are acting, I am fighting the captain to death.

Being surrounded by six opponents of comparable strength at the same time, for me, who was just a fledgling at the time, was bound to die.

Not long after these six people left, the other three people also got out of the dormitory.

I allowed six people to leave, but I would never let the last three people go, because I was a little confused at that time, whether they did this to get me hooked, or to change the address of residence, or two The reasons are all.

I don't know what kind of possibility it is, but I didn't plan to let go of this last chance, so I followed the three people behind and killed them in a darker alley.

As before, their bodies were hung in front of the dormitory, and weapons, equipment, and money were taken as their own.

Almost an hour later, the six guys who had gone out came back again. I secretly observed the expressions of the first few people and found that it was doubtful and uneasy. This was fortunate that I moved my hands at the last moment, because the expressions of doubt and uneasy meant that They have plans to move elsewhere.

When they saw the bodies of their companions again, these people were really going crazy.

They roared and screamed again, and even someone wiped his neck with a knife on the spot because he couldn't stand the stimulation.

I clearly saw that the eyes of the person who wiped his neck were flushed and bloodshot.

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