On the street, people saw the huge creature with a bear bone on its face approaching, and they all retreated in fear. No one heard the tall guy humming "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" as he walked.
A huge shadow fell over Professor Sharon Mansfield. This woman did not care at all about the frightened and surprised looks from the people on the street.
Because of the super size behind her that was rare even among degenerates, wherever she went, people scattered like frightened small mammals.
On the roadside not far in front of her, there was a remodeled Benjamin long-wheelbase car parked. A driver wearing round sunglasses was waiting on the roadside. He was an old man who was too short and couldn't hold down his driver's hat. Hair blown up on both sides.
He quickly opened the back door for Ms. Mansfield.
"Thank you and good evening." Sharon nodded. The degenerate climbed onto the trunk that had been transformed into a seat, and sat on his seat facing backwards, as well-behaved as a St. Bernard dog.
Just as Sharon was about to get in the car, she suddenly straightened up again and turned her head.
A man in a gray suit stood not far away. Once again, he changed his usual slovenly manner, shaved his beard cleanly, and combed his hair well. He is probably the president of the Explorers Association, an exquisite appearance that is rarely seen a few times a year.
She immediately restrained her arrogant temperament and blinked her eyes with thick eyelashes. In a rare moment, her eyes softened a bit.
"Arthur."
"Sharon." The detective came over.
All the explorers in New Testament City know that this pair of beauties were not only a match made in heaven, but also teammates in exploring the secrets together. They are what the gunslinger calls partners who share weal and woe - "Cartet". But they parted ways because of an indelible event. As time passed, each had their own stories...
"Thank you," Arthur said. Before Sharon provided Rockfield with a clue, Arthur contacted his former teammate. He vaguely saw the golden flames gradually burning in the lower city, and knew that the power was on his side. Therefore, he asked her to be reserved, and she did so - she knew that the new god was rising in the lower city, and she could vaguely describe her vague outline. But she didn't say anything.
Sharon's expression darkened, and she turned away from him: "Don't make such requests to me again - you know what I value."
She tried her best to sound cold, but found it difficult to do so: "If I have to be your enemy next time, I won't miss my old relationship."
Arthur smiled, a rare smile that was no longer cynical: "Okay."
The degenerate who had been sitting obediently in his seat grabbed the edge and turned around: "Ah... Se..."
"Hello, good morning."
"Shut up," the archaeologist said, and the giant Good Morning had to shrink back.
Arthur took a gentle breath and said, "I'm here to say goodbye - I'm going abroad in about a month. This time, I'm afraid it will turn everything upside down..."
Sharon turned her head in surprise. She heard the underlying mood in his words: "You are uneasy - what can make you uneasy?"
Arthur smiled bitterly and did not answer.
She sighed. She had already vaguely sensed the coming drastic changes, but due to the boundaries of her functions, she did not have as strong an intuition as Arthur. However, the detective came specifically to say goodbye to me for a trip abroad.
"Be careful," she whispered before getting into the car.
The car drove away, and the Degenerate waved goodbye to Arthur from behind.
Arthur chuckled and waved. When the car turned the corner and was out of sight, he was still staring in that direction. After a long time, he put down his hat and walked into the crowd.
·
The ancient silver coin thrown up by the God of Death spun around in the air, and finally fell into the wheat grains on the ground.
Cinderella, who had reached her limit, looked over. The surface of the silver coin reflected light, and the silver was swaying. She couldn't tell whether it was the head facing up or the words.
So be it. At that moment, she didn't even care whether death would take away her soul. In order to resist the tyranny imposed on her by that man, she gave up everything she had. Maybe that's enough.
Now she opened her eyes again. There is a crystal chandelier in front of me, which is shining steadily. The room was very quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat, so she knew that she was not in the residence of the God of Death. The mask of the Agent of the Dead is still on his face.
She sat up, feeling more relaxed than ever. She sensed Tarot's existence, and at this moment she was pleasantly surprised to find that the existence that weighed on her heart like a heavy burden had disappeared.
The unfair Spring God has left. Her fifteen-year revenge finally came true.
But she was not as excited as she had imagined. She sat blankly in this unknown house. After a while, she tried to vibrate the playing cards, only to find that the spiritual network that spread almost throughout New Landal was cut off here.
"You're awake." She was still sensing the room when she suddenly heard a voice, turned around, and saw the smiling man standing in front of her.
"Taro has left. Your two teammates are safe and here.
"There is a manhunt all over the city right now. I suggest you stay here for a few days and wait until the storm passes before leaving."
Cinderella nodded slightly. She was still in a daze and couldn't even tell if she was dreaming at the moment.
The Laughing Man is only King level, but he actually defeated Talot in the secret vault...
How did he do it?
"Mr. Laughing Man." Sean, who turned to leave, heard the undead agent whisper, so he controlled Shawshank's body to turn around.
On the yellowed skull mask, the originally bright inscriptions had dimmed. The tired explorer raised his right hand and made a salute to his face. The strange and rich voice receded, and what Sean could hear at this moment was a female voice. The voice was monotonous and cold, and seemed not good at expressing emotions: "Mr. Laughing Man, you have fulfilled my greatest wish.
"As a Seeker, I promise to serve you."
"Have a good rest." The smiling man walked out of the door.
·
To Sean's expectation, after Ms. Taro left, there was no disturbance in New York City. Except for the spontaneous memorial ceremony by people in the lower city that day, the days after the incident were surprisingly quiet.
At the Yundian reception, Rockefeller, Morgan and others seemed to have decided to quietly swallow this bitter pill. They suffered huge losses but did not retaliate or even make any noise.
But Sean was not grateful for this - their silence was also premeditated. Those old foxes must be brewing something more terrifying than violent hunting and revenge.
In order to cope with it, he made the safest move he could: asking all his two hundred believers in New Testament City to remain silent, and to no longer preach, hold no meetings, and even have midnight conversations in the near future. Top secret guaranteed.
Ms. Hershey must not be exposed at this time.
Fortunately, Sean didn't know about the Yundian Wine Club's search for Ye Feng's faith for the time being.
The scale of Sean's magical power is getting bigger and bigger day by day. Considering the many expenses to support, he first expanded the production of elixir mist. The production capacity of this somewhat mysterious divine product trade presided over by Mr. Newpoint has been expanded to 800 bottles per month. Sean's no-cost business can now bring him a monthly income of 4,800 yuan.
Under the leadership of Chou Shi, the growth of "Lighthouse Evening News" is still steady. The daily sales of "Evening News" have exceeded the 40,000 mark, and at a slow speed, it is marching towards the 50,000 club with considerable influence...
High-quality advertisers have flocked to the newspaper, and Sean's monthly income has exceeded 7,000 New Zealand dollars.
As his income became increasingly abundant, he decided to do a few things that he had already planned.
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