Brynto is a prosperous port and a huge city.

This was the first and last stop for maritime merchants from other countries to enter the empire.

I was pushed by the crowd and vaguely heard Seth's voice, but I looked back and saw nothing. I barely squeezed out of the crowd, but found that I was lost.

Brinto is a huge city, and its vertical structure is like a forest: tall buildings with different functions make up the upper level of the forest. Then there are various houses on the second level, which are scattered in an orderly manner and distributed along the roads.

On both sides and at the bottom are intricate streets and alleys connecting them. You will get lost if you are not careful.

I was walking in such an alley. I didn't know where I was. It looked like a residential area. There were clotheslines hanging outside the houses, with a lot of clothes hanging on them.

I walked hurriedly on the road, trying to find a hotel where I could rest, but I walked too fast and accidentally hit my head on a relatively low signboard.

I was holding on to the wall and rubbing my head in pain. The impact was so severe that stars appeared in front of my eyes. Then I felt someone grabbing my arm.

I opened my eyes and saw a young man with a fierce face. He was more than two heads taller than me and weighed at least twice as much as me. The hand he was holding mine was covered in tattoos. I rolled my eyes.

, and found that there was a dagger in his waist.

There were three people following behind him, one was slightly fat and I called him Fatty, another had a mouse face, and the last one was as thin as a bamboo pole. They seemed to be his subordinates or younger brothers, and they also had the same clothes tied around their waists.

dagger.

"The little girl is lost, isn't she?" The young man holding me laughed crudely, and the people behind him laughed with him.

He threw me to his little brother. The fat man and the bamboo pole put me on the wall, and he started to search my bag.

"Oh, boss, look at this." Mouse Face picked up the lute I put on the ground and whistled, "It should be fetching a lot of money."

The tattooed young man dropped my bag and took the lute handed over by the mouse face. "Boy, is this yours?" he asked contemptuously, spitting in my face.

"Yes." I tried to remain respectful so as not to bring more trouble to myself.

"Then it's mine now," he grinned and looked me over, "No, it was mine originally. You bitch doesn't look like someone who can afford this."

"This is indeed mine." I gritted my teeth and tried my best to stay calm.

"Yes, it's yours," the tattooed young man slapped me. "Is it the piano that your bitch mother saved for you every day when she picked up customers? Or do you want to tell me that you have a music teacher and your mother sleeps with him?

After a while, he bought you this piano?"

I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes. I lowered my head to prevent them from seeing it, but I saw Mouse Face taking out the book that Terrazo had given me. He unbuttoned his pants and was about to pee on it, with a proud look on his face.

look.

I could no longer suppress the anger in my heart, and I began to connect to the "Heart of Stone".

The training was effective, and the "Heart of Stone" took effect quickly. My eyes closed and then opened again without any emotion.

"Auir." I heard myself say, my voice sounding strangely distorted and emotionless.

He grabbed my fat man and the bamboo pole and glanced at me, "What are you muttering about, bastard?" the fat man asked rudely, raising his hands high, obviously ready to teach me a lesson.

But I was faster. Under the "Heart of Stone", I was ruthless and efficient to the extreme. Almost the moment he asked me, I ignited him with flames, and a trace of flame fell on him, but I quickly begged

More came, turning him into a fireball.

The fat man began to scream. Several people on the side were stunned by his appearance at first, but they quickly reacted. The tattooed young man walked towards me and pulled out the dagger from his waist, "Bastard, what did you do?

?" His face was ferocious and his tone was angry.

The bamboo pole that grabbed my other hand also took out a dagger and stabbed me hard, but I was faster. A flaming dagger had already condensed before the fat man turned into a fireball. I held the dagger and threw him

The entire right hand was cut off.

The dagger held in his right hand fell to the ground. No blood flowed out. The extremely high temperature flame had burned all the wound sections into coke at the moment it cut off the human body.

Zhugan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, covered his broken arm with his left hand and screamed.

"No, you bastard, you have to pay for my brother." The tattooed young man and the mouse looked dizzy and almost went crazy. Only then did I realize that the three of them were brothers.

I prayed to the flame for more elements, and then used my spiritual power to condense them into a long sword.

My head started to feel a dull pain. I bit the tip of my tongue and forced myself to cheer up.

The tattooed young man slashed at me with a dagger. I sidestepped and then cut off his left calf with a knife. No blood flowed out either.

Maybe you may have questions about how I could endure such a scene when I was only nine years old, but don’t forget that I was in the “Heart of Stone” at the time, so my next behavior began to get worse.

The young man who lost his left leg fell heavily to the ground sideways. He began to scream miserably while covering his broken leg. The scream was so pitiful that the listener shuddered. I swung my sword and removed his entire right leg and

Holding the dagger in my right hand, I kicked my hand far away, then I picked up the knife and walked towards the mouse's face.

Mouse Face was so frightened that he stayed in place until he saw me approaching, then he shivered back and pulled out the dagger. "No, don't come over." He said as if crying, his tone full of fear.

I turned a deaf ear to what he said and continued to walk towards him with my sword in hand. He seemed to be suddenly crushed, pulled out his dagger and rushed towards me, shouting hysterically: "The city guards are coming soon, you can't run away."

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I tripped him to the ground, then cut him in half from the waist with a knife. I picked up his upper half and threw it in front of the bamboo pole and the young man.

The fat man had turned into a big piece of dark coke and fell to the ground without making a sound. I walked up to the young man with the tattoo, bent down and said to him: "You shouldn't make trouble with my mother, and your brother shouldn't be here either."

Peeing on my teacher’s belongings.”

The young man's voice had run out of strength from howling. He just said to me weakly: "Give me a good time, please."

I shook my head, stood up slowly under his desperate gaze, then cut off the two legs of the bamboo pole, and chopped all the cut parts into pieces until I was sure they couldn't be put back together.

Then I started to pack my backpack, and I picked up my lute, only to find that it had been trampled to pieces by the tattooed young man in the fight.

To do this, I cut off his other hand and put the badly broken instrument into my backpack.

At this time, my "Heart of Stone" and the long sword quickly disappeared due to lack of mental strength, and the sequelae also appeared. I felt like someone set off firecrackers in my mind, and my whole brain became a mess.

Then a strange smell wafted into my nose. It was not the smell of blood, but the strong smell of burnt corpses. Only then did I realize what I had just done. At my feet were three people who were wailing.

The emotional part of my brain began to function as it should, and I felt extreme fear, discomfort, and nausea. I bent over and began to vomit violently, and the burning smell continued to float into my nose, making me stop at all.

I couldn't resist the desire and movement to vomit, so I vomited for a while, and I reluctantly stopped until I almost ran out of bile.

At this time, I heard a rush of footsteps, accompanied by a sharp whistle. I realized it might be the city guard, so I hugged my backpack and left the scene immediately.

Brinto was very lively that day, and the city guards went out everywhere, trying to catch the murderer who committed a brutal murder in the city, but they were destined to be in vain: If you tell them that a nine-year-old child did it, they will not arrest me.

Get up, I will just think you are crazy.

I heard that Mouse Face was still dead. I wasn't too surprised. I just felt a little sick when I thought of him being chopped into two pieces. But I don't regret or feel guilty. After all, he was the one who desecrated Terrazo's relics first.

But the whole thing still made me sick. As I walked on the road, I secretly told myself that I would never use the "Heart of Stone" unless it was a life or death situation.

Compared with the city-wide manhunt, I now face a more serious problem: my lute is broken, which means that my idea of ​​working to make money is in vain, and I can't go to the hotel.

I thought of Seth's suggestion, and a glimmer of hope ignited in my heart. It was still early, so there was no reason why I couldn't catch up with them, so I strapped my backpack tightly on my back and ran towards the conspicuous clock tower.

I was some distance away from the clock tower, so it took me nearly half a quarter of an hour to run to the bottom of the tower. To my surprise, there was no one in the square of the clock tower.

There must be some mistake, I thought to myself, things shouldn't be like this, they should not go back until night.

I walked into a street shop. The shopkeeper saw that my clothes were in tatters and thought I was a beggar who came to ask for money. He pinched his nose in disgust and waved his hand to drive me out.

I hurriedly said that I was not begging for food, but just wanted to know where the people in the square were. I also said that I would leave as soon as I finished asking the questions.

"Don't you know," the shop owner stopped after hearing my words. He looked very surprised, "because of the murder earlier today, all the people from the nearby towns or villages were gathered together, and there was no problem after the investigation.

He will be repatriated immediately, otherwise it will affect the handling of the case," he shrugged and added: "At least that's what the city guard said."

I stood there dumbly, unable to believe what he said. In a sense, I had no one else to blame but myself.

But I was still so shocked that it took me a while to remember to thank the shop owner and leave.

I stood on the square, looking at this majestic city, feeling confused. I didn't know how I could survive in this city.

But the most urgent thing is to find a place to stay away from the cold. Night is coming soon, and the weather is getting colder day by day. I walk on the street and try to spend the night under the roof of a certain shop, but I am always kicked away by the boss.

Come out, just because I am dirty and smelly, and it will definitely affect the business at the door.

I tried to plead with one or two of the bosses, but they were unmoved and said that if I didn't get out within three seconds, they would call the city guard to deal with it.

I had no choice but to continue wandering on the street. After being rejected by a store again, I found a relatively clean trash can in an alley a block away. It looked like it was newly installed and there was almost no garbage.

This trash can is a horizontal rectangular parallelepiped with openings all over the top, so I can sleep in it. I opened the lid of the trash can and lay down in it.

There is a strange smell lingering around me, but it feels comfortable and warm enough here. Besides, I have no right to be picky.
Chapter completed!