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Lonely, like a dark night, no star could illuminate it.

To Meng Xiaodie, being alone was like taking drugs. He was stuck in a state where he couldn't extricate himself.

Meng Xiaodie had been walking alone. He didn't know what was in front of him. Was it a trap? Was it a fog? Or was it a frenzied ripping and killing?

But no matter what it was, he had to keep moving forward. Perhaps it was the arrangement of fate, but Meng Xiaodie could not stop him. If one day he stopped, perhaps it would be him …

The day of the end of life.

This was another lonely journey. He had no companion, only a sword on his back, a black sword brimming with killing intent.

The dirt road beneath his feet was winding from the rain. The autumn wind was blowing the fallen leaves on the ground, and a leaf was flying towards him. It was shaped like a sword, or perhaps it was a willow leaf.

Meng Xiaodie turned her head, and Liu Ye brushed past his ear.

Meng Xiaodie didn't stop. He continued to walk forward as he knew that there were people attacking him. He often encountered attacks like this, and they were simply trying to kill him in secret.

These people were just some nobody. If they dared to challenge him face to face, then they wouldn't hide in the dark and do some backstabbing.

A true swordsman dares to show his sword against his opponent on a narrow path. Even if he died under his opponent's sword.

Meng Xiaodie snorted coldly, but she still kept walking. He knew his opponent was in the woods not far away.

Another willow leaf flew over. Meng Xiaodie stretched out her finger and gently caught that willow leaf. With a wave of her hand, that willow leaf flew away like a sharp sword.

He heard a faint growl in the woods, followed by a grin.

"What a good 'Heartless Black Sword' Meng Xiaodie. The Death City is just right in front of us. Just wait for your death."

After the laughter, the forest became silent. Meng Xiaodie knew that this person with a hoarse voice had already been wounded.

Right in front of us is Death City? Meng Xiaodie had never heard of him. The reason he was heading south this time was to find a missing young girl. Her name was Sima Yun Ying.

The autumn wind picked up again, lifting the fallen leaves into the air, and the distant horizon began to fill with clouds.

It was going to change. Perhaps a storm was coming.

Meng Xiaodie quickened her pace and went over a hill. There was a city not far away. Could it be the City of Death?

As they approached the city, Meng Xiaodie could clearly see that it was a stone castle. All the houses were built with stones, and there were three large black words engraved on the city gate: 'Mage City'.

There was a fierce looking sculpture on top of the city gate, which seemed to be hinting at something.

Meng Xiaodie walked through the city gate. Inside, the streets were twisting and turning like a maze. The pedestrians on the street were all wearing black robes, their actions strange.

The city was surrounded by mountains and was the only way to travel south. A large amount of dark clouds had already gathered above Meng Xiaodie's head. The dark clouds rolled and covered the city, covering the stone castle in darkness. It seemed that the upcoming torrential rain was going to keep Meng Xiaodie here.

Meng Xiaodie planned to find an inn to stay the night, but when he walked up and down the winding street, he couldn't find an inn.

Why was there not a single inn in such a big town? That's impossible.

Meng Xiaodie walked in front of a grocery store and took a look inside. It was pitch black inside. A person was taking a nap with his head down.

"Excuse me, is there an inn nearby?" Meng Xiaodie asked.

That person suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Meng Xiaodie in surprise.

"What did you say?" Inn? We don't have any inns here. "

This time, it was Meng Xiaodie's turn to be surprised. She stared at that person and doubtfully asked, "How is it possible that there is no inn?"

"What's so strange about that? There are very few guests here, and even if there were, they would not stay here. What's the use of having an inn?"

Meng Xiaodie raised her head to look at the sky. Just as he was about to leave, the shop owner suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"You can stay if you want. I have an empty house, but it costs 10 taels of silver a night." Do you have silver? "

Meng Xiaodie shook her head.

"I don't have ten taels of silver, only five."

"Five liang?" "5 taels is fine, but even if I show some mercy, it will rain heavily. At this time, even if you want to leave the city, you will have no place to hide from the rain."

As he spoke, raindrops the size of broad beans fell down, hitting the stone floor until it cracked.

The sky suddenly turned dark, just like the night. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the rain.

The darkness made Meng Xiaodie alert, and the black sword on his back seemed to quiver a little. Just once.

Meng Xiaodie turned around. In the rain, a black shadow flashed and another black shadow flashed.

The corner of Meng Xiaodie's mouth twisted into a sneer.

These people were still following him from the shadows. Even if there were a hundred or a thousand of them, it was nothing to be afraid of.

The shop owner lit an oil lamp.

"This damned weather, it's so dark. It's going to be haunted."

Meng Xiaodie followed the owner of the grocery store through a dark corridor and up a flight of wooden stairs. The stairs trembled as if they would break at any moment.

"Well, this is the house. Let me tell you, it has been ten years since anyone has entered this room. There is a bed and a blanket.

Meng Xiaodie pushed open the door, and a rotten and moldy smell hit her face. The owner of the grocery store put the oil lamp into Meng Xiaodie's hand and ran downstairs.

Meng Xiaodie lifted the oil lamp and just as she walked into the room, she stepped on something soft.

He looked down and saw a dead cat.

The dead cat seemed to have just died. Not only was its body soft, its golden fur seemed to still be warm.

Meng Xiaodie put the oil lamp on the dusty wooden table and looked around. The room was empty. There was only a bed, and the blanket on the bed was dirty and thin, with a layer of green mold growing on it.

It seemed that no one had been here for a long time, and the smell of decay was revolting.

However, there were some strange patterns on the walls of the room. These patterns were connected, as if it was a long story. There were three people inside, a beautiful woman and two men with blurry faces.

One of them carried a black sword on his back. That black sword was exactly the same as the one on his body.

Could it be that the person carrying the black sword was him? Meng Xiaodie was shocked. He wanted to take a closer look at the murals.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning outside the window, lighting up the room, and the lightning struck the face of another man in the painting.

With a flash of lightning, the oil lamp went out and the room turned pitch black.

Meng Xiaodie lit up the oil lamp again and looked at the four walls. The strange frescoes were all gone, covered with dried up blood stains.

Meng Xiaodie thought, was what happened just now an illusion?

He took the oil lamp and leaned it against the wall. Those dark red things were indeed blood. There had once been a bloody massacre here.

Who exactly was that trash of a boss? Why bring him into this room? What was his purpose?

Meng Xiaodie turned around and left. He planned to ask the grocery store owner about this.

When he reached the front hall, it was empty. He dropped the abacus on the ground. A abacus bead fell out and rolled in front of a wooden sculpture.

The grocer wasn't there, but there seemed to have been a fight here, but there was no sign of it. Meng Xiaodie looked around and found the back room from the front hall. The back room was also an empty room. There was nothing there, but there were five closed doors. The doors were red, like the color of blood.

Outside, the rain was pouring down, and the dark clouds were being washed away by the rain, revealing the faint light of the sky.

Meng Xiaodie opened one door. Inside was an empty room. When he opened the other door, it was still an empty room. It wasn't until he opened the fifth door that he saw anything unusual.

The room was filled with gold jewels, glittering and glittering.

The boss of the grocery store was lying among the jewelry, a greedy smirk on his face.

The smile froze at the corner of his mouth. The grocer had stopped breathing.