The dusk fell quietly like a big gray net, covering the entire vast plain.
The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with twinkling stars and a dim moon, making people deeply intoxicated.
It's late night and everyone is quiet, and everything on the earth seems to have fallen asleep.
Of course, there are also some "immortal cultivators" who are night owls who work quietly. They hide in the darkness and watch the passers-by on the road.
It was now 10 o'clock in the evening, and Renne and his party had already been away for two and a half hours.
Outside Xiangcheng Town, there are a dozen sneaky guys ambushing each of the three small roads leading to the outside world.
They crouched behind the rolling sand dunes or giant cacti beside the road, with a faint red light in their eyes.
This is a group of ghouls, generally reaching the second level, and the leader on each road is a dark count-level ghoul.
This group of ghouls comes from Pineapple Town, and they have to stay here because of the anger of a certain big shot in the clan.
As for how long to squat, the boss didn't say anything. If the target doesn't appear, you have to squat until the sky falls apart, day and night.
The target is two humans. Photos have been sent out. Moreover, several of the ghouls in this group remember their scent and will not miss them even if they are hiding in the carriage.
Behind a mound farther away, there is a tent with the color of yellow sand.
Inside the tent, a cylindrical glass lamp was placed on a square wooden table. This was a lighting lamp powered by Force crystals.
The light bulb emits warm light, and a graceful girl is dressing up in the mirror. She has long black and shiny hair.
Raising her snow-white arms and holding a pink comb in her palm, the girl was combing her black hair in front of the half-length mirror.
"I said, Marquis Fenner, do you need to bother dressing up like this at night?"
The ghoul Earl Will stuck at the entrance of the tent like a stake and said in a deep voice.
Fenna, the Marquise of the Moon Wolf Tribe, didn't even look back. She picked up a lipstick with her fingers and lightly applied it on her thin lips: "Of course, many big shots will be coming here soon. Of course, I have to dress up carefully and stay beautiful at all times."
Picturesque condition.
If any grand duke or prince falls in love with me and climbs into his bed, wouldn't I be able to save hundreds of years of hard work, instead of having to eat ashes in this barren wasteland?"
Will has a headache, because Guishou was killed, and as a connector, he has been in a bad mood recently.
The tribe has not punished him for the time being, but if this thing messes up again, he will definitely not get any good results, even if he is the nephew of Duke Marcus.
"With all due respect, no one will appreciate your makeup this late at night. We are on a mission." Will warned with a serious face.
He felt that the other party's attitude was too casual.
The pretty Fenna smiled charmingly. She had an unusually sweet little face.
On her pale skin, her blood-like red lips were particularly dazzling. She said crisply: "Whether anyone appreciates it is one thing. Whether or not you wear makeup is another matter. It's too late to touch up your makeup temporarily.
Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. I will try to clear my name later, so please avoid it."
Will's expression turned ugly when he heard this, and he said coldly: "Please be serious, do you think you are going to a dance?
Let me ask you, is the mission more important or the makeup?!"
"Makeup is important."
Fenna pouted her cherry lips and said very simply.
Will: (?_?), women are really hopeless.
Unable to suppress the anger in his heart any longer, Earl Will relied on his status and was not too afraid of her.
He accused in a cold voice: "You have already messed up a mission, and now the gang boss is nowhere to be found in Xiangcheng Town!"
When Fenner's fluffy ears move, when the werewolf is emotional, the ears will subconsciously turn into wolf ears.
She snorted: "Is it my fault? I have been monitoring him in the morning, and he called ten women in the room - bang bang bang."
I kept listening to those bitches moaning and groaning all morning, which made my underwear wet.
I went back and took a shower, comforted myself, relaxed, put on makeup, and took a beauty sleep... But when I went back at night, the person disappeared."
Will slapped his forehead and trembled with anger: "Then why don't you search for it?"
A werewolf's sense of smell is very sensitive, even stronger than that of a ghoul.
Fenner leisurely put on her eye shadow and said calmly: "I have tracked it, and the target has left Orange Town.
Don't blame me. After I found out that he was missing, I immediately chased him out of Xiangcheng Town following the scent. I ran for 50 kilometers and my legs were weak from running. However, I didn't even see a ghost!
There is no way, the opponent is running too fast, non-stop."
"Damn it, consider him lucky!" Will said bitterly.
One person ran away, but there is still a stronger and more important person. Killing him can still make a deal.
"By the way, I'm only sure of defeating that cowboy, but I can't guarantee that I can kill him."
Fenna thought of something and frowned slightly. She was a veteran marquis, equivalent to a fourth-level human being.
"Don't worry, Duke Tucker will be here soon. Human beings are happy too early. This time we will give them a head-on blow to suppress their arrogance!"
Will crossed his arms and said very confidently that Ghost Hand's death ruined the tribe's plan, and of course he would take revenge.
Tucker is Marcus's younger brother, a ghoul duke. In terms of strength, he cannot compare with Marcus, who is about to be promoted to Grand Duke, but compared to humans, he is also a fourth-level powerhouse.
A trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and Fenner continued to apply eye shadow. She didn't like ghouls that looked like scavenging vultures, and she couldn't even look down on the Grand Duke of Ghouls.
On the other side, 80 kilometers away from Xiangcheng Town, two horse-drawn carriages were racing on a lonely road, their wheels turning very fast.
The horse pulling the cart was handsome and strong, and its hoofs struck the ground, causing waves of sand and mist to rise.
"Boss, why are we running away?"
Susanna lifted the carriage curtain and stared at the crescent moon in the sky.
"If you ruin someone's good deeds, why not run away? Stay and be skinned and cramped?"
Ren was sitting on the bench in the carriage, eating melon seeds.
Susanna put her hands on her waist and was very dissatisfied: "But I haven't even finished packing my luggage.
Haven't you been promoted to the fourth level? Are you still unable to deal with the enemies you talk about?"
Renn sneered: "Unlike me, Sigg is exposed to the enemy's sight.
He has offended a tribe, even if the ghouls are far less powerful than the vampires and werewolves..."
Renn still has some self-awareness. He has just been promoted to the fourth level. Because he uses the top-level plan, his level is relatively stable.
When facing an ordinary marquis, even a powerful marquis in the fourth level, he is not afraid. If he cannot defeat him, he can still run away.
But if a duke pops up, he'll be in trouble.
Thirty-six Strategies: Walking is the best. He didn't believe that someone could catch up with him if he ran away so fast.
