Master Overlord - Chapter 411

Holding an oil lamp, the wine escort led the man all the way to the back of the hotel, then pushed open a wooden door and stepped into a warehouse covered with dust and sundries.

The man stood in front of the door, looked around in the dim light and said warily, “this is the warehouse. What are you doing here?”

The bartender didn’t answer his question and walked straight to the corner of the room. The oil lamp shone on his shadow and sneaked on the ground.

Under the man’s uneasy gaze, the other party pushed away the wooden cabinet against the wall to expose the stone wall behind. Then he raised his hand and pushed it. The stone wall hidden behind the cabinet turned and opened, revealing a shimmering entrance.

This is the downward passage. According to the faint light from the entrance, the man immediately had a judgment.

Before the man had more reactions, the bartender who raised the oil lamp again stood by the entrance and invited, “guest, please come in. Death is in front of you.”

The man swallowed his saliva and stared at the entrance in front of him, as if it were a vortex that could sink people’s eyes.

He walked, and as the distance drew closer, he saw the structure in the entrance more clearly. This is a spiral staircase to the ground.

“Wait.” just as he bent down to enter, the bartender standing aside suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

“You…”

“Guest, your gold coins,” interrupted the bartender, spreading his hand in front of him.

The extremely nervous man slowly breathed out, raised his clenched right fist and put the gold coin in the palm of the other party.

“Please.”

The downward spiral ladder is very narrow, all the upper, lower, left and right are made of stones, and orange oil lamps are lit on the stone wall.

The man bowed in and just stepped down a few stone steps. The stone wall exit behind him was immediately closed.

Flustered, he looked back and looked at the road ahead again. The man carefully continued to step down.

There was no wind in the passage, and everything was horribly quiet. When he passed the oil lamp on the wall rock, the air flow caused the fire to shake, as if walking in the corridor of the tomb, which scared the shadow on the ground to dodge.

Hold your breath. Every time a man steps, he is careful, lest he make a little noise and disturb the sleeping ghosts or evil spirits under the ground. But his heart is beating like a big drum in his ear.

He felt himself falling into a whirlpool, circling and sinking a little.

It’s wider! As he kept going down, the man slowly realized that the corridor was like a slender conch shell, small up and large down, inserted under the ground under the warehouse.

How deep is this? After the fear faded slowly, the man couldn’t help feeling frightened for the underground corridor. He had walked long enough, his feet were tired and his head was dizzy, but there were still downward stairs and oil lamps.

Finally, when the narrow corridor became enough for several people to go side by side, the steps at the foot became a stone passage to the dark.

“Whose running dog are you?”

When the man stepped down, before he could see the dark corridor, a low voice came with several suddenly bright green candles.

“You… Who are you?” the man paused and looked at the figure at the end of the corridor in front, shrouded by several green candles.

Somehow, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with each other’s face.

“Who?” the man raised his hand and showed the gold coins between his fingers. “Didn’t you come to me with such gold coins? How did you ask me who I was?”

“You… Are you death?”

“I am the servant of death.” the man stepped forward, and his figure was like a ghost under the ground in the green candle. “Tell me, where did you steal the gold coins?”

“No, no, no!” the man hurriedly explained in fear, “I didn’t steal it, you gave it to me, you gave it to me!”

“Here you are?” the killer joked dangerously while playing with the gold coins in his hand. “I don’t remember giving you gold coins.”

The man was slightly stunned, stared at the strange and familiar face, and flustered explained: “no, it’s not you, it’s someone else, it’s someone else’s for me. He said that as long as he came here, he could take revenge and kill anyone I wanted to kill.”

“When?” the killer asked, “where?”

“The day before yesterday, in the city, he was a tall, thin man with a long face, about thirty or forty years old, with black hair.”

The killer stared into the man’s eyes, made sure he didn’t lie, and then asked, “tell me the name and identity of the person you want to kill.”

“Duke, Duke Wolff kerwilt, I want him to die immediately!” the man blurted out and stared at the killer with urgency and hatred. “Well, can you kill him? Duke, Duke of the North!”

“No one can escape death. The difference is only in time.” the killer said a proverb first, and then said, “but it’s a valuable life. What do you give in exchange?”

“Why, does death treat human life high or low?” at the thought of his hatred, the man forgot his fear, and his distorted expression was full of resentment and hatred.

“No one can have two lives. The only reason for not dying is that the time has not come.” the killer said the proverbial words again, and then began to explain, “killing Wolfe kewilt at this moment is tantamount to pushing thousands of people in Fengxi city to the edge of death. Dave Matthews, a gold coin is not enough.”

“You, how do you know my name?” the man looked at each other in panic. He promised that he had never mentioned his name in the hotel from beginning to end.

Just then, the killer man raised his left hand and touched the black meat mole the size of soybean in his lower jaw.

“You… Your mole and hand…”

Dave Matthews subconsciously made the same move, then looked at his left palm with three fingers missing, and then stared at each other in horror.

“You, you…”

He raised his hand and pointed to the killer’s face. At this time, he finally knew why he felt strange and familiar with this face – it was clearly himself!

“Dave Matthews,” said the killer, his calm eyes without waves. “You were once cut off by the Duke because you led troops to rob caravans and kill civilians. Now, what else can you give to the God of death?”

“You… What do you need?” Dave Matthews said, clenched his fist and stressed, “as long as you can kill Duke kewilt, I can give you whatever you want!”

“What do you have?”

“I, I…” Dave Matthews was stunned. He had nothing but what he was wearing. “I, I can work for you. I will do whatever you ask me to do!” he stressed. “As long as you can kill Duke kewilt now, I can give you my life!”

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PS: let’s explain. The update stopped during this period, not because of busy work and no time.

After a year, my father didn’t go out to work. He made his own house in his hometown and wanted to save some money. Then he accidentally fell off the shelf and broke his left hand. I asked for leave and went back to my hometown. I had an operation the day before yesterday.

The update will be restored.

Everyone pay attention to safety.