Zell and the thugs walked into the lift together.

Seeing them, passers-by left the egg cabin or moved to other floors, fearing to avoid it.

In the huge space, only a few of them were left in the blink of an eye.

Along the way, these thugs did not touch Zell or shoved him.

They all had a stern face and a solemn expression, as if they were going to a funeral.

Is there anyone who calls out to see you before dying? He involves a bloody life experience and teaches his inheritance to himself?

Putting aside his random thoughts, he only knew that this group of people should not be coming to cause trouble for him, but that he had to ask him to go down and solve the problem, just to make these human-shaped bears tied up like gangsters.

When it comes to choosing a person, the bosses of this group of thugs seem to have no time to choose.

Just like he is now, he went to Zuan before he could wear a mask and put himself in acidic haze.

Zell looked at the rock walls rising rapidly outside the cabin, and the pipes attached to them were blurred by the speed.

Looking down, the dungeon spreads along the rock walls and valley floors on both sides, emitting bright colors, the threat of death and vitality.

The iron tip of the steel tower and the green glass dome of the cultivation tower are shining brightly in the glimmer of light. The flashing smoke from the alchemy furnace circles upwards and dances lightly with the wind.

He noticed the scene behind the glass, and a man he had seen before was approaching him.

"Old De." Zell narrowed his eyes and turned around.

"Master Zell, don't be fine."

Lao De walked over with a cigarette in his arms. The thugs did not stop him from approaching, as if he did not have this person in his eyes.

It's indeed a group.

"Thank you for your blessing, I'm very annoyed now." Zell made a cigarette and the other party wisely did not get close. "I remember we met last week. You sold me in just a few days... No, this is not the case for business."

It is very despicable to burn bridges across the river. If it weren't for the burly thugs next to him, Zell would have stepped forward and beaten Lao De.

Lao De grinned: "If it is, this should be called recommendation. You are a person with great ability, so you can't just bury it."

Recommended? Zell's heart sank.

What do you need to recommend when spending some money to buy a few pets? Could it be that he is talking about what happened in the dark alley?

Zell took out his pocket watch and pretended to look at the time. He noticed that Lao De's face changed slightly, which proved that he was also present at the time. He saw how Zell dealt with the gangsters, and at the same time believed that the micro-bomb was placed on the pocket watch.

"You sent those gangsters?"

"It just happened to pass by, that group of people had nothing to do with me."

"Is that true, how many people know about this."

Zell pressed his finger on the pocket watch button and rubbed it. Lao De glanced deeply at him. He probably wouldn't give up if he didn't ask about this attitude.

"Those gangsters are not honest. Now the entire underground city knows that Zuan has a necromancer. There are more than one version of the story in the bar. But don't worry, they can't recognize you while wearing a mask at that time, and they can't come up with any evidence to prove it."

"So you only know this?"

“Yes, if you cooperate, no more people will know.”

A cold snorted, hurriedly ending the brief conversation.

Zell had already understood the origin of this matter. He was just unlucky in this wave, and was regarded as a necromancer because he summoned two undead spirits.

The dead are resurrected, manipulated the corpse, and communicated with the dead. Who is the necromancer who doesn’t know how to do it? The misunderstanding is huge!

Alas, but what are these people doing to necromancers?

"Currently arrive at the station, dance walk corridor! In front of you, the middle-level square, Fangmu District, warehouse area, science and magic school..." The sound of the administrator amplified from the elevator was heard, and they had arrived at the dance walk corridor on the upper floor of Zuan.

"We're going out here." The cabin door opened, Lao De smoked the remaining cigarette to the end, sparks flashed, and the cigarette butts were thrown out of the cabin and took the group out of the elevator.

Above the junction of light and darkness, the dance corridor is one of the few areas in Zuan that can shine with the sun. Just like the Blue Shuang Manor in Picheng, they are all so-called rich areas.

The glass roof of the golden hall shines at the top of the tower not far away, reflecting a dazzling light.

That was the place where the alchemist barons had a meeting, and the only way to get in was to take the elevator from the bottom of the tower. However, for some people, breaking the dome and falling from the sky may be more convenient.

Zell followed Lao De into an aerial loft, and the suffocating roar of huge machinery echoed in the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a spacious room filled with deadly instruments. The wall opposite the door is a hollow iron mesh, equipped with dark green glass, and the view of Zuan is full of views.

A nearby casting tower spewed flames, and the strong light poured into the room, reflecting the scene in front of Zell in a vast and magnificent way.

A man stood with his back to Zell, wearing a neat and clean dress, tailored to his tall and thin body. In front of him was a narrow rectangular table that looked like an operating table, and a person was quietly asleep, as if he could not hear the mechanical roar.

Zell looked around and saw that the thugs did not follow in and guarded both sides of the corridor without saying a word. Except for the two in front of him, only he and Lao De were left in the room.

"You're here." The man's voice was very clean, unlike the voice that had been poisoned by haze. But while speaking, he did not turn around to face Zell, and his eyes never left the woman on the stage.

This gave Zell a strange feeling. In his impression, Baron Zuan was basically transformed cyborgs, and his conversation was like an underground gangster. If not, the makeup, hairstyle and clothing should also have a maverick punk atmosphere.

"You'd better introduce yourself first." Zell said bluntly, not messing with those who were stupid.

Not to mention that Gillamann has been marginalized by politics, Zell himself rarely participates in family politics, and he has gone to Zuan in a handful of times, and has no clue about the identity of the man in front of him.

"This is Baron Pine, the manager of the Black Lane Warehouse, and his fleet connects all over the world." Lao De, who was standing by, introduced that if he didn't say anything at this time, then the embarrassing thing would be himself.

"I don't actually want to see you, it means I have lost her. If it weren't forcing me to do so, I wouldn't have looked for you," said Pine.

I don't want to. Zell muttered in his heart.

"Sophia is dead. She suffered all the pain before her death. Finally, her soul left her body and was led to a distance by the sheep spirit."
Chapter completed!