Chapter 356 Susie's Crisis

"Tap..."

As he went deeper, Camus also saw a different picture. There was a nailed mummy next to the tunnel. There was a sign hanging on the neck of the mummy that read, 'Because I am disobedient, I deserve to die.' Kamiao turned his head and continued walking forward.

During this period, every few meters, Camio would see a mummy that looked like it was dead. They were male and female, each with a different death state. The only thing that was the same was that they all had a sign with different words written on it, roughly.

I don't want to, I deserve to die serving guests.

I did something wrong and I deserve to die.

I betrayed my master and believed in the Black King, and I deserved to die.

I volunteered to die and dedicate everything to a great cause.

The various mummies and slogans were shocking. Kamui was like a quiet spectator witnessing all of this. Unknowingly, he reached the end. At the end of the passage was a wide open iron door. A fresh smell of blood hit his face. Miao looked inside with a serious look, and saw a high and low stone platform inside. There were corpses in different postures lying around the stone platform. Camiao knelt down and took a few glances, and found that the blood was still warm. It seems that he died not long ago, and the stone platform in the middle is very regular. In Camus' view, it is more like a symbol. Camus took a deep look and wrote down the mark.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, Kamius heard a mellow boy's voice suddenly appear at the end of the hall. Kamius thought he had been discovered and immediately shrank his head and hid behind the stone platform. His heart beat rapidly and he shouted that something was wrong.

"Traveler? I am also a traveler, let's see who is better." But the words that followed were taken aback for a moment, what traveler? Because he was suspicious and no one came over, Kamiao raised his head slightly and looked over. He saw two figures at the end of the hall. They were standing on the left and right, facing each other. They were at least a hundred meters away from here.

"Go to hell." I saw the man standing on the left speaking in a low voice. He was wearing a black robe that covered his whole body. His head looked rectangular. Opposite him was a bloated man, and there was still lying at his feet. Two people whose life or death were unknown. One of them was wearing a white suit, a top hat, and white gloves. He had a bunch of gold pendants on his chest. The other was a tall man in black. His eyes, mouth, and nose were bleeding. I let out more air and take in less air.

"Traveler? Which organization are you from?" Feeling that the other party was also Sequence Four, the bloated traveler dodged the attack and asked in a low voice, but the man in black robe ignored it and grabbed the shadow on the ground.

"Activate..." The bloated traveler calmly spread his fingers. The floor under his feet suddenly grew arms and legs. They jumped high to block the attack.

"Activation, war..." Seeing that the attack was useless, he took out a bunch of white chess figures from his pocket in the darkness and threw them to the ground. These chess pieces quickly grew in size and turned into a group of soldiers and knights with weapons in their hands.

"White? Are you from the White King system?" Seeing the other party using white chess, the bloated companion's expression changed drastically. He did not expect to meet the White King when he came down to check, so he also took out a bunch of black chess and threw them away. When they got out, the chess soldiers on both sides fought with each other. Because the battle scope became larger, the tall stone platforms were torn apart by the aftermath of the battle. Kamius immediately retracted his head when he saw this scene. He could infer from the opponent's tone. These two groups are completely mortal enemies. One is from the White King Caesar, and the other is from the Black King Alexander. Among them, the Black King system should be from the Discipline School. Does the appearance of this White King person here mean that the forces behind the club are? White King? After figuring out the joints, Camus suddenly felt a toothache. He seemed to have a conflict with the club.

"Shadow Slash." Seeing that the other party used the same method, the man in black robe suddenly disappeared into the air. The bloated companion also disappeared after seeing all this. Kamuo, who witnessed all this, felt that this place could no longer stay. Originally, I came here to find information about Kokina, but the current situation does not allow for it.

"Bang..."

I saw two black figures appearing on the roof. They were fighting with each other. For a moment, cracks as thick as wrists appeared on the ceiling above my head. Some stones fell down like rain, and the huge rumbling sound shocked people. Camus's heart trembled, and a huge falling rock happened to seal the door. Before he could run away, Camus immediately felt despair. His misfortune would never end, right? Seeing that the back road was blocked and looking at the passage ahead, it seemed that there was only one way to go until it was dark, but how to leave under their noses? This is not an ordinary difficulty. This space is neither small nor large. Once you go out, you will definitely be discovered.

"Ah..." Just when Kamius was sweating profusely with anxiety, he suddenly heard a scream from dozens of meters away to the left. He looked over slightly and saw the man in black robe holding up a head. Walking out of the shadow, it seemed that the person from the Black King System had failed. The man in black robe slowly moved towards the two unconscious people. He waved his hand and the man in black with bleeding mouth and nose suddenly scattered on the ground. Minced meat, he squatted down and a white chess piece appeared on the tip of his finger. He put the white chess piece between the eyebrows of the man in white. The unconscious man in white suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were extremely confused. Gradually, The white chess piece slowly blended into the center of his eyebrows.

"Do your job well, and I will help you solve any subsequent troubles."

"yes."

After receiving the answer, the man in black took off his hood, only to see two long white ears exposed. He looked at the people underground and continued to speak in a low voice.

"One more thing, check a person named Susie, um... should be a sequence eight path, if possible, pull him into our camp."

"Yes..."

After getting the answer, the black-robed rabbit man suddenly disappeared. Camus, who witnessed it all, was shocked. He never dreamed that the other party was a rabbit man, and he specifically mentioned Susie. And why did this rabbit man look so familiar? Oh, right... he looks a lot like Susie, hiss... Could it be the Damo family behind Susie? Or Susie's relatives? But Susie told me that his family is a sequence eight family, and this guy's ability is sequence four, and it seems that his level is definitely not low. Now I'm in trouble.

After a while, Camus, who felt that there was no danger, got up from the ground. He touched the person carefully, while the unconscious person continued to be unconscious. Camus memorized his appearance and ran forward quickly. Gradually, he found that this underground building seemed to be round, because when he came in, the bend was on the left, but this side was on the right. After running for a few minutes, Camus saw a set of stairs. After climbing up, he found that it was a room. When he pushed open the door, he found that it was also a club, but it was not a club in the slums, because through the door, he could clearly hear the noise and the lady's coquettish voice outside the door.

"This..." Camus was helpless after looking around. He thought about it and secretly looked outside the door. He saw that the door opposite was numbered 2, but there was no one around. Camus opened the door and walked out. Fortunately, no one found him at all. He squeezed through the crowded crowd and walked out, and found that he had come to a strange place. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

Crimson Street, that is to say, he walked here from the slums inexplicably, and... this club seems to be the club that he destroyed.

"Huh..." Just as Camus was about to go back, a biting cold wind blew, and that weird feeling came again, and his face changed immediately.

"Fuck... again, there is no halftime break, right?"

After saying this, Camus suddenly felt a drop of water on his face. He reached out and found that it was black. An unspeakable sadness appeared in his heart. He vaguely heard the screams of the lady, the laughter of the man, the trance lights, the sound of clothes being torn, and finally turned into an unforgettable scream, the collision of iron objects, the shaking lights, and the cross stained with blood. Seeing these, Camus trembled and shook his head, and he covered his chest with one hand.

"I am willing to help you get revenge. I swear to the Judgement that if I help you get revenge, you have to tell me who wants to harm me."

Just as Camus finished saying this, he suddenly felt an itch on his face, and a piece of skin on his face fell off. The stinging pain that followed made him crazy. He knelt down with a hideous expression. The warm blood on his face stained his clothes red, flowed to his mouth, and flowed to the ground. The salty blood filled the corners of his mouth. These tastes and the skin on the ground reminded him all the time that he was under a fatal threat.

"I swear to the Judgement that I will uphold justice for Kokina. I will use all my abilities to destroy the club and save all women."

Hearing this, he covered his neck and coughed. Because there was a foreign object in his neck, he put his finger into his mouth. Gradually, the hair with red blood foam was pulled out of his mouth, and a voice appeared in his ear.

"I'll give you half a month. I want to see your sincerity."

"Ahem...Sir, are you okay?"

The sudden voice startled Camus. He immediately crawled back. When he saw clearly, he found that a group of people were pointing at him. He took a deep breath and fell to the ground. He breathed heavily, and the cold snowflakes hit his face. This cold feeling made him feel so comfortable for the first time.

"Hahaha, I knew it...hahaha."

"Sir, are you okay?" Seeing Camus was frightened at first, then calmed down, and then laughed again, a lady squatted down to comfort him.

"What did I say just now?" Camus, who came back to his senses, spoke in a low voice. He reacted and seemed to have said something unfavorable to the club just now.

"You didn't say anything. You just squatted on the ground, trembling and screaming, and covered your face tightly. Are you okay?"

Hearing this, Camus immediately reached out and touched his face. His face skin had fallen off just now. When he touched his intact face, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that it was an illusion.

"Thank you, I'm fine. I have to go back." After thanking the lady, Camus suddenly felt pain in his back again. The continuous movement caused his wound to tear again. He immediately stopped a public carriage and left.