87_87643 "Snowman" in the middle of nowhere.

Diversion pipes of different thicknesses spread almost all over the space like spider webs, breaking through walls and walls, creating a circulating system that is difficult for outsiders to understand how they work. The rumbling roar of the machine resounded in the invisible depths of the masonry, and the steam- and water-pressure-driven devices, though rusted by the vapour, were still able to pump mineral-rich hot spring water from the ground with great power and rush through the iron pipes. If it is seen by Forty-Seven, who knows what it is and doesn't know why, maybe it will be transformed into something inexplicable.

In most places, there are only gaps between the mottled walls and pipes. And there was always a hot, wet wind blowing from somewhere, which caused a bit of trouble for Douglas, who was struggling to pass through the place, not because he was the owner of this qiē thing. A huge rat "swished" along the water pipe above his head, stopped for a moment on the shelf in the corner in front of him, raised his somewhat deformed head to sniff, and was about to burrow into the ceiling, when suddenly it seemed to be bitten by something, and was dragged into the darkness before he could even scream.

Douglas took a few steps and turned the corner. He happened to see Gehr throwing his head up and swallowing the back half of the mouse—his mouth was a little distorted. The poor rat's tail was still flicking back and forth, and the wriggling of its limbs and claws could be seen under Gehr's throat and scalp, like the last death throes of prey in a snake's mouth.

"I say, what are you doing here?" said Douglas, his stout body blocking almost the entire pathway. I wasn't frightened by the strange situation in front of me: "How are the things that have been told to you going?"

Gehr raised his hand and shoved the rat's tail into his mouth. A wisp of dirty blood ran down the corner of his lips, and he wiped it casually, looking at the bathhouse owner in front of him with a nonchalant expression, and his mouth was full of scarlet: "I'm not your subordinate, Douglas. And didn't you ask me to hide it so that those people wouldn't find out and arouse their suspicions?"

"But I didn't let you hide here and eat these disgusting skull rats!" Douglas said in a bad tone, and his face became more and more miserable: "I said Geer, can you *** have a positive effect in addition to making people uncomfortable all day long like a fire on the ass? Don't *** stare at me." Your ability to escape is not in my eyes. The reason I stand here to teach you is because I am smarter than you, more capable than you, and more appreciated by Pryx. In that case, now I'm asking you again, you'd better *** not continue to challenge my patience - how are the things that have been told to you have been done?"

The Teflin scratched his thin chin, and the faint bulge on his forehead began to bulge. After a few seconds, he shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Well, don't be so angry, Mr. Douglas." The soldiers sent by Master Prex are all in place. At your disposal...... I don't see what these guys can do other than get in the way, though. What about you, what are your tips for getting our guests to walk into the 'Red Tower'?"

"Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you now. Douglas touched his belly: "You should be prepared." It would definitely not be possible to take them directly to the 'Red Tower', and that female mage was not a fool who didn't know anything. Miss Dagulas and I have prepared another portal that looks like it will lead to the City of Seals, and even the brightest of high-ranking travelers should not even think of seeing the flaws. But in reality, it's just a projection of the 'Red Tower', the cursed door to Baatto's otherworld. Entering it is equivalent to taking a direct train to hell...... It's as simple as that. ”

"So we'll just have to wait for news from Jacob?" said the sharp corners of Geer's forehead, which were already stretched out like a cone, "I advise you to keep an eye on him." Jacob, this guy is too timid. Can't afford to scare...... Don't let him sell us. ”

"I've heard that Jacob once saved your life. Douglas snorted contemptuously: "You don't have to worry about this. I've got my way. He didn't have the courage to go against Prix, and he must have seen that Miss Dagulas was very big. What the hell, what is this woman's background? Prix treats her with more respect than a Chirudevil!"

"I don't care where she came from. Gehr touched his corner. As if he suddenly remembered something, his eyes turned red, and a faint smell of sulfur emanated from his body: "I just want to know when that nasty iron face sees the hordes of Batzu demons on the other side of the Cursed Gate, and other 'goodies'." What kind of distorted expression would it be?"

Forty-Seven's face was expressionless. In fact, he didn't even have a face at the moment—the arc of the alloy that was visible to him was so tightly knit that it reflected a large black sky that had been mixed in the dim red. There was also a plane merchant whose face was stretched a lot, just like another slightly hideous Jacob staring at the merchant himself.

Faced with such a situation, Jacob seemed to be touched by a tense nerve, and even the little trick he had been doing stopped at hand. Morrill had a gloomy face on the side, a few points worse than the sky in Ribcage City, and it seemed that he was still angry about the tin man steaming in the sauna and asking the young lady to drink flower wine, and he did not even show any reaction to the good news that the plane merchant had just told her, neither appreciating nor asking.

That's a very bad thing. In Jacob's experience, one of the most taboo things a merchant is not being able to figure out what the buyer is thinking - especially when the buyer's decision can affect the seller's fortune. He didn't believe it had come to this

What a retreat. If you say what you say, there is only one thing that must be done, and that is the trouble that follows, and it is definitely not something that a serious businessman like him can deal with.

"Oh, long wait, distinguished guests!"

Douglas, who walked up to the terrace from the corner door, changed into a new outfit, and his leather shoes nailed with iron palms made a loud impact with the stone floor, if he wore this outfit for a long time, I am afraid that he would soon have to consider the cost of redecorating the floor: "I just had a little personal matter......

He was also taken aback by the strange appearance of Forty-Seven. After all, seeing one's own face on other people's faces is really not a pleasing thing to the eye.

Forty-seven apparently noticed him as well. The Douglas split on the face is misplaced. The mirror-smooth face was rapidly shattered into numerous irregular pieces, which exceeded the minimum required to make it back into a whole—but by some incredible force, the little pieces were as numerous as iron filings controlled by a magnet, and in an instant they were arranged and combined like a great shift, and their faces were pieced together again without a single crack.

It seems that Forty-Seven has now found a new way to fiddle with his head, and of course it is much more shocking than turning his head back and forth a few hundred degrees like a spinning top.

"What you want most now is for us to get out of here quickly, what other personal matters are worth your prioritization?" Forty-Seven's mouth squirmed as he spoke, and he could vaguely see countless high-speed subway teeth chattering around in it, as if holding a sports meeting: "Or is your personal matter the key to getting rid of us?"

"Oh? How could it be?" Douglas was stunned when asked, and immediately denied it: "Alas, it's just that the water supply equipment of the contemptible people has some faults...... You see, my location here is not as big as the 'steam gym', and the underground hot springs are not enough to maintain their business, so I have to rely on the pumping machine to work around the clock to make a living......"

Speaking of which, Douglas also made a bitter face to show that he was really exhausted by the toss.

"I'm willing to do my little bit for this. Mr. Douglas. Jacob spoke, not knowing whether he had made up his mind or figured out that there must be a way to the mountain, and his attitude suddenly calmed down a lot: "You have helped us a lot this time...... Speaking of which, we can't thank you enough. ”

Without waiting for Douglas to say anything more, he magically pulled out a pocket full of money—a cowhide bag—from his sleeve and handed it to the Teflin.

"Please accept it. The Plane Merchant's tone was unmistakable: "To be honest, it's amazing how much help you can give to me, who has only a one-sided relationship, in a place like Ribcage City. Don't shirk. A little thanks...... Please be sure to accept it. ”

Douglas took the money, hesitated for a moment and accepted it. In terms of the kung fu in his hands, he can't catch up with Jacob, and too much humility is easy to arouse suspicion: "You are too generous." Mr. Jacob. When you meet a customer like you, even the Ugros Demon will be impeccable!"

Morrill glanced at Jacob and said nothing. The leather bag was the one Forty-Seven had given to Jacob before—it was their money, but the merchant did not mention it.

"Oh, now let's go!" Douglas clapped his hands, "It's getting late." It's not good to keep the people on the other side of the portal waiting too long. That's it, the guys who have the resources are always superior. ”

They walked from the roof of the "Yeti" bathhouse to the other, with the creaking tin hanging corridor and the bright rib cage city in the night. The city seems to be more vibrant at night than during the day. There were more pedestrians in the streets and alleys, and there were fewer family patrols in armor, as if the city of Bone Cage was not a curfew but a daytime curfew. The various people never let their guard down and laid down their weapons, but they also entered into a time of rest and fun, and in the crowd, which was not bustling but somewhat crowded, a considerable number of them were Teflin with obvious purgatory blood. Although most of them seemed invincible, uninhibited, or wandered in groups of the few night stalls, or gangs gathered together to talk and talk, in the high walls of the valley covered by the dark red sky, these residents were more like a group of prisoners, trapped in this cold and calm city, struggling to survive, and only in the midst of it could you experience its grandeur and the majestic order hidden behind this grandeur, solid, tight, and irresistible.

"Can't you just not fiddle with your head?" Morriel said without squinting, not looking at Forty-Seven beside her, her face mostly hidden in the shadow of her hood, and only a pointed chin could be seen. Carrot followed, also wearing a one-piece cape, but the lace on the brim of the hood made her look more like a lady from a large family outing than a traveler walking between the planes.

"It's called shock education, and we've all been there. Forty-seven rubbed his chin, left and right.

". Morriel whispered a word she rarely used. Kyro grinned, and Jacob took a few steps to get some distance. Forty-seven must have heard it, and his ears were no worse than the average man, if not as good as the sound waves—only this time, he had the rare pretense that he hadn't heard.

Gradually, the group has left the bustling bathroom street area. Wooden frame and more than Douglas waist also

The pipe runs through the dilapidated houses, which, unlike the bleak exterior of the bathhouse area, smell musty from the inside out, with closed doors and windows, filthy and old, silent. Aside from the "hissing" of water at the leaks in the pipes and the occasional large rat running by, it makes one wonder if there are people in these houses, or if there are living people.

Finally they came down from the roof and had to carefully walk through a field of ragged laundry. Coarse cloth clothes and patched sheets were dripping with water, and it was impossible to tell which was cleaner between the water on these things and the water in the alleys and gutters. Douglas led the way, and Jacob was always ahead of Forty-Seven, and there had been a few times when the Tin Man had slowed down so much that perhaps he had forgotten. Forty-seven kicks can kick him out of the rib cage city.

Coming out of the alley, Jacob blocked the Tin Man again. Forty-seven looked over the merchant's shoulder—for which his leg was raised a knot, but he did not choose to push it away.

A hanging gallery runs over the alley, so that the two walls together form a door-like shape.

"Here?" Morrill snapped her fingers, and the dirty laundry that obscured her vision slid along the clothesline, revealing a gloomy figure on the hanging porch.

"I ...... I'm not sure. Jacob's voice was a little muffled.

Douglas glanced at the merchant, "Oh no, of course not. My friend. This is not the City of Seals. I guess you don't want to wait for official review and approval, so I reached out to others. Come down, Brother Paris!"

Paris on the hanging porch looked down at them. The shimmer of the canopy set off him, cutting out the outline of his head and shoulder armor. Then he leaped - fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

He's also a Tevelyn, and you can tell by looking at it. His pants reached only to the knees, and the structure was noticeably different from that of humans, his calves were covered with dark brown hair, and his feet were unshoeed. I couldn't put it in, because it was a pair of hooves that resembled sheep's feet.

"Follow me. Paris's gaze swept over the faces of several men in turn, then turned and burrowed into a black hole in the wall that was half-hidden by garbage. The attitude is not as enthusiastic as Douglas.

"Oh, oh, okay, friends, let's do it!"

The house was littered with broken beams and rubble, and one corner had even collapsed, almost in ruins. A door stood in the middle of the room, and it was very noticeable that a few open flames were burning at the edge of the large iron ring five or six feet in diameter, making it look like a ring of fire in a circus.

"Hurry up, I don't want Prix to know that there are portals in the city that are out of his control. Paris urged.

"Wait. Morriel examined the apparently improvised hoop. It didn't seem to be working yet, and through it you could see the moss on the opposite wall: "How do I know this portal leads to the Seal City? ”

"You don't know, so I'm the one who runs this portal. Paris's answer was very appropriate for him as a passer-by: "I said do you still want to go to Seal City? Am I going to stand here and answer your stupid questions until dawn?" Douglas, have you made it clear to these people?"

"Oh, Brother Paris, don't do that. Douglas hastened to ease the situation: "But Miss Morriel, I can assure you that Paris is very reliable. Now that the deal has been made, it will be executed. This is a tradition of Ribcage City, and you can rest assured...... Right, Jacob?"

To Douglas's surprise, the merchant did not immediately echo him, but looked at the portal intently, and after a moment of silence, asked, "Mr. Paris...... Can you show us the key to open this door?"

"Key?" Paris, glaring at the blue-skinned plane merchant, "Of course the key is mine." Ha, you want to see? Don't even think about it. If I had to show everyone who used my portal how it worked, it would be snatched from my hands faster than a paddle could be finished! There's only one thing you have to do: get through the ring of fire, try your luck in that damn sigil city, and then you have nothing to do with me anymore and I can go home and sleep early!"

Douglas's face was a little ugly: "Oh, Jacob. You ......"

"Oh, oh. Forty-seven interrupted Douglas with a sudden remark: "What the hell are you doing? Are you a damn owl?"

"Oh?" Douglas subconsciously snorted again.

"Are you going or not—" Paris spread his hands, trying to show his impatience, and the ring of fire behind him suddenly fell to the ground with a "boom". I didn't know what was on the ground, but instead of extinguishing it, the flames were flowing around like a swimming fish, and at the same time a gas that was neither smoke nor fog flickered and began to diffuse quietly.

At the same time, a sweet, smug female voice came from nowhere: "I knew this little trick could not fool you, my dear Moriel! But it doesn't matter—this room is a portal in itself! What are you going to do now? I've been busy with this for a long time!"

Faced with what seemed to be a very unfavorable situation, Morriel did not panic, not even Kairo.

"Dagulas!" she said aloud, "I told you a long time ago - if you don't change your character, you will never want to play any tricks!"