Endless Debt

For some people, Oath City Opos is divided into two areas, the Agreement Area and other urban areas, but in the eyes of others, the city is divided into Opos and the Great Rift.

Big rift.

For the vast majority of citizens, they will never have any contact with it in their lives. After all, newspapers and periodicals report on deaths in the Great Rift every day. For many people, the Great Rift is like a place of death that is very close at hand. Fortunately, It was blocked by countless cordons and barbed wire, existing only in the rising haze.

Over time, the Great Rift in the eyes of many people is just a dangerous place with a harsh environment. But in the eyes of those who really understand the composition of the Great Rift, the Great Rift has a completely different appearance. For this reason, they divided the Great Rift into three areas in terms of depth. , upper section area, middle section area, lower section area.

The company's mines, Wandering Cha Road, Qiu Shang Town, etc. are located in the upper section, and the middle section is below them, but few people can establish a stable stronghold there. There are only traces of active people. As for the lower section, that is Although the area was established in a place covered by thick fog, few people were able to successfully explore it.

People are mainly active in the upper section of the Great Rift, which extends to the various bifurcated rift valleys. Under the complex terrain structure of the Great Rift, it has enough shadow to protect those desperadoes.

Jamon covered the wounds on his body and walked slowly along the rusty corridor. He never thought that he was now also a member of the desperadoes.

According to the original plan, he should have led a whole long sword team to arrive here, but due to the disruption of the Order Bureau, he was the only one to escape, and he paid a huge price for it.

There was a constant feeling of weakness all over his body, and the secret sword on his waist exuded waves of fishy aura.

This secret sword is called the "Blood Transfer Sword". Different from conventional alchemical weapons, this is a contract object that requires a large amount of blood to travel through winding paths.

It does not have strong lethality. Instead, it needs to kill himself when activated. But Jamon likes this secret sword very much. Relying on its blood transfer power, this secret sword has saved him countless times.

Just like this time.

Jamon is not afraid of death, he is more afraid of the secrets in his mind being discovered. Unlike other members of the team, for safety reasons, the members of the team underwent memory cutting a long time ago, and they do not remember the details. , but clearly remember who they are loyal to.

But Jia Meng did not perform memory cutting. After all, there must be someone who stays awake to lead them.

Various accidents happened, but fortunately he escaped, and even more fortunately he had successfully reached the Great Rift.

Jamon walked along the corridor. Corridors erected on the cliffs can be seen everywhere in the large chasm. There is basically no one to maintain these things, so every step needs to be careful.

The blue mist is rolling around, and sometimes Jamon feels like he has entered another world.

He could only see the hazy light falling from the top of his head, but he could not see the sky. Even the gloomy clouds could not be glimpsed. Looking down, he could still see the rolling mist, which reflected a little light and blocked it. into the abyss beneath the great chasm.

Sometimes Jarmon wants to describe this place as an underground world, but he feels that this is not accurate.

This is a place with no sky and no earth, a place in the gap between the two.

There was a breeze blowing and the mist was blowing, as if there was an invisible ghost passing by. You could clearly see the shape of the mist being disturbed, and then there were waves of ethereal and weird sounds echoing.

Jamon knew that the sound was caused by the passing breeze, but he still couldn't help but fantasize about that scene.

Countless ghosts are wandering in the great rift, singing softly, waiting for those who fall into the abyss.

People will be distorted by the environment. People who stay in the gloom for a long time will have sickly white skin. If they are exposed to the sun for a long time, they will become dark... Who knows if you stay in the Great Rift for a long time, people will become What it looks like.

He did not continue to think about it, but accelerated his pace. There were no road signs or house numbers in the Great Rift. In this land of shadows, as long as you wanted to hide, few people could find you. Jia Meng also knew the route in advance, so his steps were not confused.

The corridor reached the end, where there was no road. Jameng poked his head out and could see iron plates inserted across the steep cliff below, like simple stairs.

It takes some courage to move forward along such a staircase. If you accidentally lose your footing, you will fall into a large chasm and be swallowed by the rolling mist.

Jia Meng endured the severe pain in his body and jumped down. After the heavy rain, the iron plate was slipperier than he imagined. He almost lost his footing and could only stab the secret sword into the wall to stabilize his figure.

Several pieces of gravel fell and the iron plate was swaying. Jameng moved forward quickly without stopping.

He was getting closer and closer to the fog, as if he was about to step into the thick fog. Jamon felt that his breathing became a little difficult, and there was a stinging burning sensation in his respiratory tract.

These mists are poisonous.

He covered his mouth and nose. As he advanced, Jamon's height continued to decrease. He had left the upper section and reached the middle section.

Another basis for dividing areas is the toxic fog. The upper area is basically not affected by the poisonous fog, the middle area is affected, and the lower area is completely engulfed by the fog.

Residents of the Great Fissure are worried that the fog in the Great Fissure many years ago only existed in the lower section, and the middle section was not affected by the fog at all. However, in recent years, the fog has been rising upwards, as if it is about to erupt from the Great Fissure. .

The thick fog completely engulfed Jia Meng, and his pupils felt dry. Tears overflowed uncontrollably. The surrounding area was completely white, but soon Jia Meng saw the lights indicating the direction, one after another. One cup.

If he hadn't known it in advance, no one would have been able to find this place. Following the light, Jamon finally stopped in front of an iron gate. It was built close to the cliff, as if someone had hollowed out the interior and built a refuge.

After knocking on the iron door, after a short silence, the baffle on the iron door was opened, and there was sight in the darkness.

"For the real king." Jamon said solemnly.

The baffle was pulled up, along with the lower baffle. The lower baffle was round and could fit through a gun barrel. If Jarmon answered incorrectly, he would be shot.

This level of shooting was not enough to kill the believer, but it was enough to knock him back from the cliff and fall into the deep fog.

No one knows what is under the fog, and no one dares to bet on it.

The iron door was opened, the man in black robe made an invitation gesture, and Jameng walked into the room with a somewhat excited expression.

The indoor space is larger than expected. These men in black robes seem to have cut through the entire cliff, like a huge chapel built in the rocks. Candles are placed in piles on the ground, wax oil is flowing, and there is a faint firelight. sway.

At the end of the candlelight, an old figure wearing a black robe sat on the ground, holding a fishing rod in his hand, as if he was fishing for something. Next to him, stood another man, who was not wearing a black robe. Instead of a robe, he was wearing iron armor, guarding the old figure like a guard.

Jameng recognized the armored face in an instant, and he called out with a trembling voice.

"Third seat...you are indeed not dead, all this is true..."

The third seat who was supposed to die in the Secret War just appeared in front of him. As rumored, the third seat was not dead. He was just hiding in the shadow of the great rift, waiting for the return of the true king. .

The third seat didn't say much, just nodded to Jamon and motioned for him to move forward.

Jamon's eyes fell on the fishing man behind the third seat.

Bursts of dim light illuminated Jameng's face. The ground behind the third seat was made of glass. The huge circular glass allowed people to easily see the sea of ​​fog below.

A small hole was punched in the center of the circle, and the man held up his fishing rod and fished for something in the sea of ​​fog.

Jamon walked up to the man and knelt down respectfully.

Just as he thought, there was a rickety figure under the black robe, the body was old and collapsed, and the face was covered by a delicate silver mask, which was covered with magnificent patterns.

The music echoed in Jamon's throat. He wanted to say something, but the hoarse voice interrupted him.

"Just call me Shadow King now. After all, I haven't really ascended the throne yet, so I can only hide in such shadows."

Jia Meng lowered his head, not daring to look up at him or say anything. At this moment, the hoarse voice sounded again, and then he pushed a chopping board towards Jia Mon with a knife on it.

"I need some bait," said the Shadow King.

Jamon did not hesitate. He put his hand on the chopping board, raised the knife, and cut off his little finger with one knife. He endured the severe pain and raised the bloody finger.

"Oh, thank you."

The Shadow King took away Jia Meng's finger, stringed it on the fishhook, and threw it along the small hole toward the endless sea of ​​fog below.

After an unknown amount of time, Jia Meng's face turned pale, and the blood outlined a series of images under his body, dyeing the sea of ​​fog scarlet.

Suddenly the fishing rod shook violently, and Shadow King shouted excitedly.

"Took the bait!"

He was as happy as a child, pulling the fishing rod hard, shrinking the fishing line, and fishing out a ball of scarlet flesh from the sea of ​​fog.

The flesh and blood grew wantonly, wrapping Jameng's severed finger, making constant chewing sounds, as if this mass of flesh and blood was eating another mass of flesh and blood.

Jamon was stunned. He had never seen such a weird thing. The scarlet flesh squirmed and stretched. After eating the severed finger, it was still trying to eat the fishhook and fishing line. All materials it touched would be destroyed. It devoured everything.

What makes Jameng even more uneasy is that this thing was actually fished out of the sea of ​​fog - it came from under the big rift.

What Jia Meng didn't expect was that this was just the beginning. The Shadow King tore off the scarlet flesh and stuffed it into the withered body, as if there was a ferocious mouth hidden under the black robe. Swallowing the scarlet flesh.

The Shadow King let out bursts of moans of pleasure. As his flesh and blood were swallowed up, his rickety figure seemed to become stronger, and his sickly body became a little more bloody.

Jia Meng's whole body was cold, and he no longer knew what he was facing. At this time, the Shadow King moved his eyes to Jia Meng and said.

"Welcome, my loyal shield guard."