I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Snapped.

The primer struck and the gun flame burst out.

Several consecutive brass bullets with the technique of invisibility pierced through the vital points of the liquidator leader's body. His dull eyes contracted violently, and then completely spread out.

He doesn't want to live anymore.

No matter how many bills of ashes he hid, he was just a person whose spirit had been completely destroyed and who had lost the will to fight and survive.

Such a sacrifice would not be recognized by the Colonel, the Lionmaker, the Splintered Wolf, and the named persons who judged it all.

The exiles shot, not to defeat him, but to send him free.

Seeing this, Li Lin sighed faintly, with a look of compassion on his face: "If Snyder hadn't bought me for five years, maybe we could be friends."

No he won't.

The exile hesitated to speak, and found several ashes money orders from the liquidator leader and ordinary liquidators. A rough estimate showed that the amount on it was about two years.

"It's time to go, my lord." After carefully folding the last money order and putting it away with a special method unique to liquidators, the exile turned to look at Li Lin, "I'm afraid we don't have time to say goodbye to lord forget-me-not gone."

"Why?" Li Lin was half annoyed.

The reason he was half annoyed was that he hadn't had time to grab some good juice from the Walden Pond Bar.

"Because he burned part of the money order and spread the news that I was here, and now the liquidator teams around Vienna are all coming here."

The exile explained, "Soon, my great enemy will come here too."

This reason is enough.

After forcibly borrowing a police car, they headed to another train station in the east of the city, where a train was slowly entering the platform. It would stay in Vienna for half an hour, and then speed all the way south. until it leaves Austria.

Within an hour after they left Vienna, dozens of liquidators entered Vienna with great fanfare. This time, both gangs and official organizations kept a terrible silence.

Until these liquidators once again ran into an enemy they shouldn't provoke—the hungry and thirsty Ligeia who was hiding in Vienna.

What started as a reckless liquidator who strayed into her territory turned into a nightmare that came like a storm - a nightmare of teeth and wrinkled skin, all liquidators left with nothing but their heads , placed in a secret shrine in Vienna.

Four days later, Defoe, the "Emperor" of the liquidators, stood on the border of Vienna for an hour and then left.

No one knows what news he got during this hunt, but it is conceivable that this father-daughter battle between the liquidators is developing to a more and more intense level.

......

The second floor of the Walden Bar in Vienna.

Forget-me-not put down the silver dagger in his hand and nodded to the figure behind the black and gray curtain in front of him.

"Miss Arcana, have you brought any new revelations?"

"You let him go," said the history student behind the curtain.

Forget-me-not looked up: "But..."

"I'm not blaming you, and I'm not demanding you. The kindness of the key hunter is precious, but the kindness of the hand of reshaping is invaluable?" The history student seemed to smile, "In any case, he is carrying the secret law. The brilliance of the banner, as he bears the color of the lost hour."

"You mean—" the forget-me-not almost lost his voice, "he is one of those dead Si Chen..."

"We all know that either is/or, that the forbidden has its power. The last servant of Antaeus is unkillable on earth, the bard of the tide is at home in the sea, and so is the Key Hunter. "

Forget-me-nots reminded me of the tank Xingyi Fist that shocked everyone, as well as the exaggerated and ridiculous metal armor.

"Cast... no, it's 'sui'?" He asked tentatively.

"It should be so." The curtain swayed slightly, and the figure behind said, "The lost rose-colored flame is the spark that flickered in the middle of the night, the flint that was polished to a sharp point, and the forest land before it fell into darkness. fire of ignorance—and the earth itself.”

There is one thing she didn't say to her knowers: the key hunter is completely different from those believers of the dead Sichen, and his nature is closer to the signer who is favored and blessed by the Sichen.

However, how could the deceased Si Chen still have a signatory?

In the past, before the sun split into pieces, His signees were clothed in radiance and bright. But when the sun split and the Gregorian calendar replaced the Julian calendar, His signees disintegrated together.

Except for the faces of Scorching Sun itself - those "named faces" who were once worshiped together with Scorching Sun itself, later became the new Si Chen, and together with the split wolf, they were called the "Four Sons of Scorching Sun".

Could it be that the Key Hunter is the face of the ancient god Flint?But how is this possible?Even the flint itself is still lost in the deep and boundless virtual world, how can its appearance continue to survive?

The history students behind the curtain stared at the invisible far away and fell into deep thought.

The Keyhunters have stood under the banner of the Reinvented Hand, and history itself has changed.

This is naturally a good thing for the hands of remodeling who are determined to change; and now the Foundation, which also came from the downstream of history, has not sent their walker in the "wave phenomenon".

The only "time-maintaining person" who was discovered at the end of the century and the millennium was able to freely travel through the torrential rain of the times without being washed away.

"Hehe, Si Chen (Time keeper)..."

......

In a separate compartment on the train, Li Lin took out a pack of poker cards from his pocket.

They have nothing to do now.

"Where did this come from?" the exile asked casually while opening the box and sorting out his personal belongings.

"Of course it was picked up from the Walden Pond Bar." Li Lin said casually, took out a poker card between his fingers, flicked his wrist, and the poker flew far away in the air and landed on the ground.

"Why would anyone be stupid enough to use playing cards as darts?"

Li Lin felt bored, so he lay on the table and picked his teeth with playing cards.

The exile hesitated, thinking whether to tell Li Lin the correct usage of playing cards.

170 The ticket price for the event held by the maker of the Tantra simulator is 5000 yuan.

The correct usage of playing cards is naturally for playing.

As we all know, Master Li's luck is so bad that Tsunade can even make a lot of money.

As the appointed successor of the liquidator in the past, the exile naturally got the true biography of Defoer, a guy who is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling in terms of gambling.

Fortunately, Li Lin was quite restrained in this regard, and whenever he was about to lose, he began to play tricks, so that their bets always ended in a draw.

Seeing that it was still impossible to tell the winner, Master Li, who loved the new and hated the old, immediately threw away the cards, took out "Silence" and began to read.

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Li Lin, who is keen on making troubles and atmosphere, shouted at the top of his voice: "Please close your eyes when it's dark!"

Then Li Lin quickly got up and closed the surrounding curtains, and the train compartment, which was already slow, suddenly became groggy.

As it turns out, atmosphere really does matter when reading Silence.

When Li Lin opened the title page, a line of pulsating characters appeared in front of his eyes, and the thick and black characters were very conspicuous.

[Waterloo!For the first time, the liquidator has suffered a serious blow in the city. Dozens of liquidator heads have been found in secret shrines in Vienna! 】

Beneath the shocker-style title is a grim image of a dark, narrow shrine filled with dozens of skulls with only a thin layer of skin remaining.

These skulls are randomly piled up like discarded basketballs, and their empty eye sockets stare at the spectators outside the photo.

"Ligeia?" Li Lin looked at the exile.

They only took out one squad of the Liquidators, and these numbers of Liquidators were killed after they left.

"Ten years." The exile just gestured to Li Linbi, "This is a whole ten years, and the exchange is only a promise of non-aggression with Ligeia, but beyond that, Whether the other liquidators will suffer for it is out of the scope of this contract, my lord."

It was obvious that she had made a harsh deal with Ms. Schlussel who lived in Vienna for ten years earlier.

But Ligeia's name is not even known to the vast majority of people in the hidden world, so it is naturally impossible for them to jump out and put the shit pot on their heads.

That is to say, Li Lin somehow became an accomplice in killing the liquidator together with the exile.

This title is a good thing for key hunters, at least now Li Lin has become a celebrity in the hidden world, and his files have also been placed on the table of official forces in various countries, some secret religious orders, Maybe it will make some reactions to his identity.

What deviates from the shocking style is the following text——

The writers of "Silence" used a subtle rhetorical method to euphemistically express their condemnation of this atrocity.

The funny thing is that he didn't write "whose atrocity" it was, so that whether he was on Defour's side or the exiles' side, he felt that he was blaming the other.

"Dever still wants to shoot himself in the foot." Li Lin said meaningfully.

The exile, who didn't understand why Li Lin said that, was going to ask, but remembered that Li Lin never had anything good to say, so he wisely chose to keep silent.

In addition to the incompetence and rage of Defoe, this issue of "Silence" thinks there is another highlight, which is Li Lin's cooperation with others to explore the possibility of history.

No matter how you look at it, this article full of Zhihu style does not seem to be serious and accurate, but unfortunately, this article was selected by the Remodeling Hand organization.

This is like the thesis of Dr. Long pushed by the London Anti-Suppression Bureau some time ago.

"Silence", as the official occult weekly published by Quiet Book Company, must always give some face to the official forces of various countries.

The article co-signed by the key hunter and Dickens this time is more watery than last time, in other words, it is completely Zhihu style, but it can be published in "Silence" not only because of the reshaping hand .

At the end of the text, someone commented on it.

[This is the gap between mystics, superhumans and ordinary people. We always pay attention to the 77 blinking moments, the colors left on the text by history itself, and the skills that can be applied to the waking world. The boundary between the house and the waking world, some guesses are as bizarre as the text describes. 】

The roll call is signed "D", which means "Day Nightmare".

This passage is like most of the literature in the world of esoteric religion, which does not speak human language.

After the translation, it was probably "Day Nightmare" who recognized the value of the paper, thinking that it would provide another way to break the game in exploring the secret realm.

Just like a copy of Li Lin's breakthrough in the Battle of Vienna, it is obviously impossible for a few supernatural beings and mystics to kill 25 Ottomans. They only need to find the gaps and loopholes in history itself and use it in a reasonable way. grounds filled.

"Day Nightmare" is one of the seven members of the Silent Book Company. It is obvious that he put this funny-looking paper into the journal against all objections.

Li Lin seemed to think of something, and angrily slapped the table and shook: "Damn it!"

The exile looked up, with a trace of confusion in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"My manuscript fee!" Li Lin said resentfully, watching the exile quietly, as if he wanted to make her feel ashamed through his eyes.

He co-authored this article with Dickens, but to get the manuscript fee to him, he has to go through the Walden Pond Bar. Now that everyone has left Vienna, how can they get the money?

"Uh...you don't seem to be short of money—" the exile plucked his hair with his fingers, "so many children in Vienna are still hungry, I know, you always put Quite a sum of money goes to subsidize children who don't have enough to eat..."

This was a good deed done by the key hunter in the past, and it continued after Li Lin became a key hunter.

On the one hand, he really doesn't need money very much, on the other hand, even if he is crazy, he still has kindness in his heart.

But the point is not whether you have more money or less money, but whether you can get it.

Li Lin was heartbroken, and took out a ball of gold pounds that had been muddied so hard to see clearly from his pocket: "Do you want to buy it?"

"what is this?"

"Gold pounds." Li Lin answered truthfully.

The exile was probably a little confused by Li Lin's operation of using money to buy money: "How much do you plan to sell?"

"Two hundred pounds!" Li Linzi opened his mouth.

"But there is only fifty pounds in it at most," said the exile.

Li Lin was even more furious: "Isn't that the same reason? I subsidize children, I respect the old and love the young, and I obey the traffic rules. Does that conflict with me being a capitalist who should be hanged on a street lamp?!"

Master Li still wanted to be a demon, when Nian's voice suddenly came from his ear.

【Hello?crooked?Can you hear me? 】

"Huh?" Li Lin showed hesitation, and got under the table with a puzzled expression.

Before he could rummage through the trash can, Nian's voice sounded again.

【What are you doing, go online soon, your trial approval has been passed! 】

171 Cold knowledge, the author's daughter of the esoteric religion simulator plays Genshin ()

In the waking world, 1 seconds pass for every minute; 60 seconds pass for a day.

In Mansu it is different.

For every 1 minute, 61 seconds or even 59 seconds may have passed.

The cobalt blue shimmer spread, and the night fog receded to both sides, revealing the ruined temple standing on the grassy ground, and Nian was sitting on the steps in front of the temple.

Tallula and Kingslayer were nowhere to be seen. It was obvious that the voice just now was from Nian's chat channel dedicated to Li Lin.

Seeing Li Lin appear, Nian waved to him, motioning for him to come over.

"Come, come, show you a baby?"