715: C715 This Is a Dead Man

C715 This Is a Dead Man

Within the Death Valley, there were many bones but no signs of human life. There was only a black statue of a knight standing under the sun, just like how it had been since the prehistoric era.

From then on, every year, there were hundreds of thousands of people entering Death Valley to search for the cannibal humans, hoping to see the black Quinone Mora.

The black statue was tens of meters tall and Quinone Mora was standing on the side of the road on Death Valley. Under the light of the distant lamps, the statue emitted a strange atmosphere, as if in the next moment, Quinone Mora would turn around and ride his horse towards the distant east.

This was the feeling Quinone Mora gave his glasses.

Of course, this statue was not the Quinone Mora that Marchester had seen back then. Instead, it was made up of reinforced concrete and was painted with black paint on the exterior of the local Heaven Mansion in order to develop its tourism industry.

Legend has it that the real Quinone Mora's statue, which was prepared to develop Death Valley's tourism resources in the sky, disappeared mysteriously in the middle of a night where a large wind blew and sand covered the sky, turning into a legend that had existed before.

The glasses don't care where the real Quinone Mora statue went.

He only cared about finding Nier.

A wide and straight road pierced through the Death Valley.

It was already the wee hours of the morning, and his glasses hadn't found any trace of Nier's spider silk.

He pulled over to the side of the road and jumped onto the roof. He looked around: it was dark and gloomy, and there were occasional lights flashing, but that was not the place he was looking for, because it was a hotel for tourists to stay the night.

After standing on the roof for more than half an hour, Glasses sat down with his legs crossed and stared at Quinone Mora's statue that was not far away in a daze: Those people said that Quinone Mora should be this statue, but other than the west side of the hotel, what other place could one hide?

An ordinary inn was built on a big gentle slope. Below the gentle slope, which was several kilometers long, was the lowest elevation of the Death Valley. Other than a few weathered rocks, there was nothing else to see.

He reminded Glasses that it was time to have some supper.

Sighing, Yuan Zhou jumped off the car and started the car, heading towards the inn.

The name of this inn was easy to remember. It was called Quinone Mora's Inn. There were two miniature statues of Quinone Mora at the entrance, looking like stone lions at the entrance of an ancient yamen.

The inn was still the same, even the fat boss remained the same, the same boss who came a few years ago with the glasses.

After having a hearty meal, Yuan Zhou randomly picked a room and stood at the window to open the curtain to take a look outside.

From here was the valley floor of Death Valley. The valley floor was flat, and there were a few small, weathered hills at the bottom of the valley covered with golden sand. From where he was standing, he could see the rocks that moved.

Licking his slightly greasy lips, he was about to pull down the curtain when he saw a few shadows flash under the window, like ghosts in the wilderness, floating down the gentle slope.

Glasses-man's eyes narrowed. He opened the window and was about to jump down when he took off his glasses and put it on the windowsill. Then, he disappeared into the night.

Glasses had been the best killer in Europe, and stalking was a skill a killer had to be good at, so those people had no idea he was following them.

After chasing them for a few hundred meters, he realised why they were floating and he himself was floating. There were too many rocks floating around. If he didn't float, he would trip over them.

The sky was very dark. There was no moon or stars, just like the bottom of a pot that was turned upside down. However, people were able to clearly see the messy rocks on the ground, giving off an inexplicable strange feeling.

He took off his tie and tied it to a pile of rocks after following the group for about ten minutes.

After another ten minutes or so, he took off his blue shirt.

He knew that when Gao Fei read the text message, he would definitely be able to find the statue of Quinone Mora, find the inn, get his room from the boss, and see the glasses on the windowsill.

God dammit, there was definitely a strong magnetic field inside the Death Valley. This was because when normal phones came here, they had no signal at all, and could only be used as pocket watches.

While Glasses-man was considering if he should take off his socks as a guide, the people in front of him suddenly stopped. It seemed like they were looking back at them, so they hurriedly hid behind a rock.

After half a minute, he slowly stuck his head out and looked down … Those people had actually disappeared.

If one were to look down from here, it was obvious at a glance, but as long as one was able to stand up, they would be able to see the bottom of the valley.0

Although his name was Glasses and he wore glasses, he was not nearsighted and did not show any signs of light.

His name was Glasses, just like many profiteers called Honest Li.

"There must be a tunnel somewhere around here."

After a brief examination through his glasses, he was able to guess the mystery behind the disappearance of those people.

After making a small circle, Glasses-man walked step by step to where those people had disappeared to. He squatted down and started to carefully examine those rocks.

Some of the rocks on the ground were big and some were small, but they all looked about the same.

However, when he took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight to check the stones, he found that one of the stones looked very smooth. It must have been caused by constant stroking.

Glasses smiled, looked around, and put his hand on the stone. He didn't have time to press it, or turn it to the left or right, but the stone moved.

Subconsciously, he quickly retracted his hand and saw that there was a hole about the size of a door on the ground.

A faint light came from the depths of the cave, shining on a person's body.

This person was a woman, with her hair tied behind her head, dressed in a golden sleeveless cheongsam that had the style of the Holy Empire, with her left hand at the bend of her right arm, and the palm of her right hand pointing upwards. She was standing at the entrance of the cave with her fingers slightly pressed together, without moving, like a statue.

"So he already knew I was coming. Interesting."

Ye Zichen muttered something and chucked his phone onto the ground. Then he stood up and walked down the red carpet stairs.

"Dear lady, are you welcoming me?"

When he arrived in front of the woman with her back to the light, he smiled and greeted her with a gentle smile.

The woman, as if she hadn't seen his glasses or heard his words, stood still.

Ye Zichen looked up at the woman's face with a strange expression, then his pupils suddenly contracted.

Under the dim light, he could see that this woman was very pretty. Not only was she pretty, but there was also a rippling feeling in the corner of her eyes that would make a man's heart beat faster if he saw her.

However, her face, including her exposed arm, was a strange gold color. A pair of eyes that should have been filled with love, a lifeless look.

This was a dead man.

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