A person, a lonely figure, a layer of tangled iron shackles, tied to a thin body. The lingering sun shines slantingly, lengthening the shadow of the lonely traveler, and the thin ankles step by step are heavy and difficult.
Stepping on the sandy and salt ground where farmers dry salt.
There were no beads of sweat. This young man was so lean that he couldn't even shed a drop of sweat. His skin was tanned by the scorching sun on the beach, as if he had been exposed to this kind of sun for many years. His thin body seemed like a wave of sea waves could turn him over.
He was blown away, and the thick iron shackles made of fine steel made his thin body like a candle in the wind. He might be crushed by the weight of the iron shackles at any time. But even so, this young man was carrying a heavy weight on his back.
There was an incredible thing inside. It was a large black and heavy sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus is black, as black as ink, with fine lines of dark gold painted on it. If you look closely, it turns out to be inlaid with dark gold metal, like a painting with profound meaning. The sarcophagus is taller than the person carrying the coffin.
It was half in length, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, shaped like an irregular oval with no edges and corners. The iron chain wrapped around it tightly bound it to the young man. There were deep carvings on the surface of the coffin, and the texture was also plated with dark gold.
The metal depicts two horns protruding from the coffin surface in the upper middle part, like a bull-headed ghost face, which is terrifying.
The young man carried such a monster-like coffin and walked step by step. The heavy coffin was rubbed on the ground, leaving deep drag marks. The farmers next to the salt field watched such a young man walking slowly.
Exceeded, surprised, puzzled, discussed...
In a blink of an eye, it was a bright and beautiful weather, and the comfortable seaside climate made the seaside city of Baikal full of joy and vitality. Boxes of oranges and wine were packaged on the dock, and the laborers responsible for loading the goods were holding cigarettes in their mouths
The supervisory foreman, the sailor who chatted with the girl on the dock, and the officials of the shipping union, all kinds of people gathered on the dock street, doing all kinds of things.
Several Flosser dwarves with big beards were arguing about something with red faces. They seemed to be dissatisfied with each other and were about to have a big fight. At this moment...
Bars are the most indispensable public places everywhere, especially in a dock area. The most comfortable thing for sailors who have returned from a voyage or are about to set sail is to have a few drinks in such a pub, with their peers or friends.
Let’s chat with the beautiful women. Most of these bars are smoky and full of people who live at the bottom of society. Such people are unrestrained and uninhibited. They can drink with any stranger. They can curse and say the most unpleasant things.
If so, such a place is full of the most authentic portrayal and the most life-like atmosphere.
"Hey beauty, I think you look familiar. Do you want to have a drink with me?" A drunk young man walked to a table near the corner with half a cup of brown liquid in his hand. He looked at the table in front of him.
The silver-haired beauty suddenly smiled: "It turns out you are still a little girl. Looking at your figure and clothes, I thought you were a beauty."
"Isn't the little girl beautiful?" The silver-haired girl has silver snow hair reaching her waist, fair skin, childish face, long eyelashes, big black eye sockets, and a light color on her delicate lips.
Purple-gray paste with silver highlights, her petite nose breathing a subtle fragrance, even in such a filthy environment, people across the table can smell it. She is wearing black clothes, white
The patterned edges formed the most striking contrast. The high-rise collar and a silver chain were locked from her chest to a metal armband of the same color on her right side, which flashed with an unusually shiny light.
She sat alone on a dirty and old wooden bar chair in an adult manner, with a black waist buckle tied with a silver ring on her slender waist. She crossed her legs and buckled her legs under her waist.
The long hem parted on both sides of her waist revealed the same dark tight pants underneath, and the long black leather boots with high thick soles made her seductive long legs look mysterious and noble.
She gently stretched out her hand and held up a transparent wine glass on the table. The hand was as white and tender as the skin on her face, as white as snow, but also coated with an alluring silvery black.
Nails, seemingly weak and boneless, are full of youthful and lazy temptation.
The young drinker felt that this girl was a little cherry that was ripening and waiting to be picked. One bite would bring endless aftertaste. He quickly changed his previous vulgar tone and said slowly with a magnetic voice that was somewhat mature:
"I said something wrong. For a girl like you, using just one beautiful word to describe her feels like it tarnishes your temperament and appearance."
"You are really good at talking." The silver-haired girl pressed her lips to the transparent wine glass. The purple wine juice flowed into the girl's throat like an aphrodisiac, but it aroused the passion of the young drinker.
The young drinker suppressed the fire rising in his belly, moistened his dry lips with the whiskey in the glass and asked: "Girl, you don't look like a local. I see you have been sitting alone in the pub for a long time."
, and there are no companions looking for you, are you traveling to Baikal alone?”
"Yes, I am alone, and I am from out of town." When she said this, the silver-haired girl looked at the other person with her big eyes, with a faint smile in her eyes, which seemed to be teasing and tempting.
The young drinker looked at this and his anger turned into joy, and he immediately said: "Girl, you are so beautiful, and it is not safe to travel alone. Why don't you go to my place? I can protect you well. There is such a mix of characters."
In a sleazy bar, there might be some bad guys who want to take advantage of you and take advantage of you."
Such words were said so frivolously that anyone could understand what they meant. The silver-haired girl put down her wine glass, moved her face to the drinker and whispered with a bit of a smile: "I just hope that the bad guy won't be you.
Cluck..."
After leaving the bar, the silver-haired girl was about to leave with the drinkers. Suddenly, people in the distance at one end of the street screamed in surprise. People who were busy nearby looked at her, and they were so surprised that they opened their mouths and could not close them.
"It's a red tide, it's a red tide, it's a red tide of blood mist coming! Everyone, look, the red tide of blood mist is coming."
Following a few exclamations, the surrounding people, whether they were sailors, sailors or ordinary people and shop owners, cheered. They danced and shouted. Everyone was happy and excited, even the three who wanted to fight because of the dispute.
The fighting dwarves of Flosei became happy because of this wonderful sight.
"It's the red tide of blood mist! Haha, this is the second time in my life that I've seen the red tide of blood mist. It's great, come on, come on..."
Those who were cheering were the familiar people, but those who were surprised were the unsuspecting travelers. The silver-haired girl looked at the red tide of blood and mist billowing in the sky. Soon it was overwhelming, covering the sky above the city and covering the entire sky.
"Is this the red tide of blood mist?" It was obviously the first time for the silver-haired girl to see such a strange sight. Before she could figure out what was going on, she smelled a strong and refreshing floral fragrance. "Well, it smells so good.
The floral fragrance is rich but not heavy, and it seems to be mixed with the fragrance of branches and leaves. What kind of floral fragrance is this? What's going on with this red tide of blood mist?"
Gradually, the red tide spread across the sky slowly fell down. The silver-haired girl saw that everyone nearby was happily bathing in this "blood rain", and she unconsciously opened her arms to wait for the baptism of blood mist.
The young drinker next to him saw the girl like this and smiled: "This must be your first time seeing the red tide of blood mist. People who see it for the first time are always very surprised, especially a little girl like you."
The silver-haired girl caught the blood mist falling from the sky with her hands and took a closer look: "It turns out to be powder from petals. But how could so much petal powder fly into the sky and form such a red tide of blood mist? It's really interesting.
." She turned to the young drinker and said: "What do you mean, you have seen it before? I heard that the time when the red tide of blood mist comes is not fixed every time."
The young drinker said: "Yes, the last time a red tide of blood mist appeared in Belga was five years ago. The time when the red tide of blood mist appears is not fixed every time, and there is no warning before it appears. It is said that the shortest interval between
It lasted seven months, and the longest one was more than 20 years apart. Because this strange landscape only appears in the Baikal area of Adria, so every time it appears, the city of Baikal is like a carnival. It is considered that this is
A symbol of God's blessing, there will be a city-wide carnival in the next three days." The young drinkers also became very excited: "Haha, it's really lively this time, the city-wide carnival is a lot of fun.
With these things, little girl, you can also experience and enjoy the fun of the carnival."
"Yes, there is something fun and interesting now. But..." the silver-haired girl said with a smile, but the conversation in her mouth changed and became serious and cold: "But your good days are over!"
Seeing the sudden change in the expression on her face, the young drinker was surprised and confused, and asked in a solemn voice: "What do you mean?"
The silver-haired girl said: "Originally I wanted to tease you again, but now that something so interesting has happened, I am too lazy to tease you anymore." As she spoke, she took out a piece of paper from her pocket and threw it in the face of the young drinker.
superior.
The young drinker's face suddenly changed when he saw the contents on the wanted list, and he exclaimed in shock: "Who are you?!"
The silver-haired girl said word by word: "Eisen Piro, you are suspected of robbery and murder, killing fourteen security officers from various places, and participating in six cases of robbery and murder of business travelers. I am subject to a wanted order issued by the Adria government. I will bring the order with you."
You arrest him!"
The young drinker's eyes couldn't help but tremble, and he forced a smile and said: "Little...little girl, I think you have mistaken the person. The image of the character on this wanted poster is different from mine."
"Really?" The silver-haired girl suddenly struck him in the face.