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    After the seventh stab with the dagger, the horse thief briefly regained consciousness.  It seemed that he had just seen Gordon's appearance clearly. The tight muscles in his jaw relaxed and he kept breathing.  "Tell me, what did you encounter? Where are they?" Gordon asked.  The horse thief suddenly shook his head and hit Gordon.  Gordon pushed with his left palm and the horse thief's head hit the ground.  The horse thief tried to turn around and fight back. Gordon bent his knees and half-knelt. The horse thief's arched back was pressed down again, and the dagger stabbed into the shoulder socket again.  Blood dripped from the wound, pooling into a pool, flowing along the cracks in the rocks on the ground.  "Fuck, who are you?" the horse thief twitched and screamed.  "Relax, I'm just a human being who strayed into a ghost town just like you. We have no hatred, and there is no need to kill each other." Gordon said in a soft tone, "I know you are scared, and so am I. We  We can exchange information about the ghost town and help each other escape. The strength of one person is not as strong as that of two people working together, right?" The horse thief tried his best to turn his head and said with a sad smile: "Do you think I am a fool?  I don¡¯t know who you are, but you will let me live? I don¡¯t know anything. Just kill me. I have lived enough in this life! There are evil ghosts here, and you can¡¯t escape either. You have to be buried with me.  " "You won't die so easily." Gordon was silent for a while, then put the Fire Rainbow Dagger against the horse thief's neck and gently scraped it downwards, and the blood marks slowly seeped out.  "Have you ever skinned a human being? First, make a small incision from behind the ear, and then cut down along the spine. Your skin will roll up little by little, revealing bright red and beating muscles. You are a bit fat, and the difference between skin and muscles  There is still a pile of yellow and white grease in the middle, which is not easy to peel off. But you won't die soon. Well, your meat is very fresh. Do you want to try it" "You devil! Devil!" the horse thief howled.  Struggling desperately.  "You are not a human being, you are the evil ghost here! You are all evil ghosts!" His eyes widened, bloodshot pupils seemed to burst out, his expression was confused and twisted, and he was obviously crazy again.  With a flash of the fire rainbow dagger, Gordon cut off two pieces of thigh meat from the horse thief and held it in his hand.  The horse thief was rolling on the ground in pain, wailing repeatedly: "Evil ghost, you evil ghost!" Gordon stared at the bloody flesh, his throat twitching, and he couldn't help but move closer.  Is he too hungry? Too hungry.  "Evil ghost!" The horse thief's shrill roar echoed in the dead silence of the street.  Gordon's hand trembled slightly and he almost dropped the piece of meat.  But what is a human and what is a ghost?  If ghosts kill people, people will also kill people; if ghosts eat people, people will also eat people. When nobles and gangsters exploit the common people, they will eat them until even their bones are left.  Gordon clenched the flesh tightly, and blood seeped out from between his fingers, warm and bright.  "Creak, creak -" The sound of the door shaft turning was extremely harsh. Gordon suddenly turned around, slid back, and a door slowly opened in front of him.  A group of figures stood behind the high threshold, hazy and illusory.  The blood of the horse thief was flowing meanderingly, and as soon as it touched the threshold, it disappeared without a trace.  At first, Gordon couldn't see clearly.  But as the horse thief's blood flowed more and more, the illusory figure became clearer and clearer, seeming to emerge bit by bit from the mist.  The long black hair fell from its front, covering its cheeks, with only two curved and raised fangs sticking out.  It was very tall, as thin as a bamboo pole, wrapped in a crumpled felt, standing barefoot with gray-black webs between its pointed toes.  This is an evil spirit that appears in rock paintings!  Gordon's Fire Rainbow Dagger turned sideways slightly, its source of power extending silently.  Because his long hair covered his face, Gordon couldn't see the evil spirit's facial features, but he could feel it looking at him.  ¡°Sell¡ªnot¡ªsell?¡± After a moment of silence, the evil spirit spoke first.  It spoke human language, but the accent was extremely strange, as if it mixed various regional dialects together.  Perhaps it hadn't spoken for a long time, its tongue was a bit stiff and its voice was intermittent.  Gordon felt relieved and moved the dagger back a little.  Since evil spirits can build houses in alleys and record rock paintings, they should be an intelligent race.  This means that the two parties may be able to communicate and compromise, but they do not necessarily have to fight to the death.  "This - is it for sale?" The evil ghost pointed at the horse thief on the ground and repeated.  Gordon was slightly startled, then grabbed the horse thief and said calmly: "Sell, of course. But my price is very expensive, can you afford it?" "Life is precious." The evil ghost nodded, turned and walked into the house.  , "Please - come in." Gao Dengjin hesitated and followed.  The horse thief struggled and kicked wildly. Gordon cut the back of his neck with his palm, causing the horse thief to pass out.  "Be careful - if you die - I won't buy it." The evil ghost turned his head and looked at the horse thief.  From its rising and falling tone, Gordon heard longing.  "Creak" The stone door closed behind Gordon.  The room is gray,Smells like stale dust.  It was empty all around, and Gordon didn't see any furniture. Only the stone wall facing inward was inlaid with densely packed drawers.  "What do you want?" the evil ghost asked.  "What do you have?" Gordon asked.  Food, water, a way out of the ghost town he wanted it all.  "Whatever you want - I have it." The evil ghost laughed softly, and the ghostly laughter echoed over and over again in the closed room.  It walked slowly to the stone wall and opened one of the drawers. A bright light shot out, and gold and silver jewelry dazzled Gordon's eyes.  The evil ghost picked up a gorgeous crown: golden osmanthus leaves surrounded by an arch, inlaid with amber, emerald, agate, and cat's eyes.  The vault covered with star sand is exquisitely carved, holding up a flaming diamond the size of a fist.  The most amazing thing is that the red light rises in the flame diamond and changes into all kinds of strange sights and phenomena.  "This is - the crown of the ancient emperor" the evil ghost introduced.  Gordon flatly refused: "I don't need these." The evil spirit opened another drawer, which was filled with mottled ancient books: some were made of animal skins, some were woven from silk, some were made of gold pages,  There are also stone slabs full of cracks filled with ancient characters of various shapes.  "Wind Clan - Hidden Escape Technique, Titan - Golden Book of Body Refining, Tianyu Clan - Secret Aperture Condensation Technique, Porcelain Kingdom Dragon Slaying Technique, Monk Source Power Secret Energy, Psychic Technique Visualization Sutra,  "The Record of Wandering Souls in the Other World" The evil ghost's voice gradually became smoother, "These are the secrets of cultivation in ancient times. Many races have become extinct, and the secrets of the techniques are all unique."  Damn it, my heartbeat can't help but speed up.  These cultivation classics are regarded as priceless treasures. If any one of them is spread, it will cause an uproar.  Kill the evil ghost and get the secret book for yourself?  But how could the other party be unprepared?  He was silent for a moment and said: "These are not enough, what else do you have?" The evil ghost opened the drawers one after another, and inside they were all treasures and curios: an unparalleled sharp sword, a talking bronze mirror,  The ancient alchemy capsule, the freely changing mask Even with Gordon's determination, he was jealous and tempted.  "It's still not enough." He shook his head.
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