Chapter 232 (2/2)

At this point, Loren's mouth inadvertently raised a smile, but the ”smile” looked ferocious, like a beast lying in the jungle, gradually showing its fangs.

At the beginning, he guessed that Isaac might be related to Holy Blood potion, but he never thought that Alto had directly plagiarized his research results, and it was still incomplete!

Now the only person who can complete it in eboden is around him, and no one knows about it except himself and Alto - in other words, if a night watchman leader wants to get a real 'Holy Blood potion', he must take it from himself.

Now it's my turn. If you want the potion, get ready to make an offer, rut infinite!

... at night, in the civilian area in the south of eboden City, gutter lane.

After the gangs were exterminated and the mercenaries who came to suppress were hanged, the whole gutter Lane became a deserted ruins. Black market businessmen and smugglers left here early and hid in other corners of the city to continue their ”business”.

But even if it turns into ruins, it doesn't mean that there will never be a person here.

Scavengers, beggars, greedy mercenaries... These people frequently patronized the ruins of gutters and alleys in the next few days, trying to find money and ”lost treasures” from the collapsed houses and bodies;

Milton is one of them.

He is just a small beggar squeezed by the crutches gang in the civilian area in the south of the city. He lives on a few copper coins leaked from the beggar's head and hands every day. After the crutch Gang ended, he also became a ”free” beggar with honor.

Unlike those mercenaries and scavengers who always come during the day, Milton only dares to come over at night and search and pick up to see if there is anything left on those bodies.

There are no lights in the gutter Lane in the night, only the moonlight above. Along the corner, the beggar Milton looked left and right like a mouse. After confirming that there was no one around, he slipped into a gate and was ready to go in and look for it.

Under the cold moonlight, the crutch Gang's base camp seemed to be a monster lying in the dark, which made Milton, who was surprised and afraid, swallow his saliva. His inner fear and greed drove his body at the same time, neither daring to move forward nor willing to leave.

Anyway, there are dead people inside. Dead people won't move, right?

With trembling hands and soft soles of his feet, Milton trembled close to the door of the house. The original door panel had long become pieces of the ground, leaving only an empty door hole there.

There was a dead gutter lane. Before entering the room, Milton, lying on the edge of the door, heard a strange sound, like someone was eating.

Which group of beggars have occupied this place? The frightened and confused Milton swallowed his saliva. He hasn't had a full meal for several days.

Maybe you can rub a piece of black bread or two and maybe broth or something?

Suddenly, the dark clouds dispersed and the cold moonlight shone into the house from the door opening. Milton, who was just about to leave, just turned back slightly and widened his eyes in an instant!

The ”beggars” lying on the floor are enjoying their dinner, chewing the broken meat and bones in their mouths, tearing the already cold bodies on the ground, and piling up leftover bones at their feet.

But this is not the most terrible. These ”beggars” have no face!

On the bald head like an egg, there is only a mouth full of tusks, oozing plasma and meat foam!

And, and they are still ”looking” at themselves!

”Ah, ah, ah --!!!”

The bleak scream echoed in the dead gutter lane. Before the figure running away in the moonlight left, he was pressed to the ground, torn, bitten and ripped

Eaten.