The words "I will kill you" sound soft and have no lethality.

Vander Waal wanted to laugh a little when he heard this.

He wanted to delay time until the reinforcements arrived, and then let this brat know what it means to have strength in numbers and what it means to be stronger than the situation.

But……

Zhang Guangmu exerted a little force on his hand, and a line of "water" slid down his neck with a stinging pain.

Even if he didn't lower his head, the smell of blood gradually spreading made Fan Dehua know that he was bleeding.

The young man in front of me definitely didn't have a "hand tremor".

He is using practical actions to prove that he is not talking nonsense. The threat that sounds weak and weak is really intimidating.

VanderWaal was a little reluctant.

He raised his head, turned his gaze, and met Zhang Guangmu's eyes. His neck instantly shrank and he felt his heart beating wildly.

VanderWaal was frightened.

Having been in the mercenary world for many years, he had some discernment. Just by looking at it, he was 100% sure that Zhang Guangmu was not joking.

He really dares to kill people!

That look...

It’s a look that doesn’t take human life seriously, and generally only appears in two types of people.

The first type is a senior executioner whose hands are stained with countless blood.

The second type is the aristocratic young master who is superior to others. He has been superior to others since he was a child, so he doesn't take Mudleg's life seriously.

No matter what kind of person Zhang Guangmu is, he is not someone that Fan Dehua can afford to offend!

"Huh...huh..."

Vander Waal was breathing rapidly, and his whole body felt as if his bones had been removed. His limbs were weak, and he tried his best to prevent himself from hitting the blade: "I said, I said!"

Now that he had come to his senses, he realized how harsh Zhang Guangmu's requirements were.

Sixty breaths of time…

What's the difference between this and not giving?

"This is Mushroom City."

Fan Dehua said in a hurried tone: "Baishang County, Mushroom City!"

"The strongest person here is the chief advisor to the Lord of the City! The official mage! To us, he is a high-ranking figure, like a god or demon!"

Vander Waal was breathing heavily and was extremely nervous, but the more nervous he became, the more his brain felt like a blur, and he couldn't say anything in a panic.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, take your time."

Zhang Guangmu said in a gentle tone: "You still have forty breaths."

Hearing this, VanderWaal held his breath and stopped breathing.

Seeing him looking like he wanted to suffocate himself to death, Zhang Guangmu chuckled: "Don't be like this, I just don't know how you, in a remote country like you, count time."

"Is it also seconds, minutes, and hours?"

Zhang Guangmu spoke nonsense and made up a false identity for himself: "After all, this is the first time I have left the family fiefdom."

At this point, he frowned slightly and looked like he had made a mistake. He abruptly changed the subject and said, "Continue, you haven't satisfied me yet."

"You have about thirty seconds left."

"Twenty-nine seconds."

VanderWaal was almost scared to tears.

At this moment, he no longer looks like a big boss who would "cut off his hand according to the rules" if he disagreed.

"Yes, yes! We also calculate seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, and years here!"

"A noble young master like you must have received excellent elite magic education. There must be no one in the entire Mushroom City who can threaten you!"

"In Mushroom City, there is only one official mage, and the others are only magic apprentices at best."

"The way you dress and the way you talk are obviously not ordinary people. You can even come up with magical alchemy tools. It's because I was blind before that I came to trouble you!"

"..."

VanderWaal was speechless.

He had not been blind before, and he had long noticed that Zhang Guangmu was different from ordinary people. He said that the poor were not like the poor, and that the nobles were also somewhat unmatched.

In fact, at first, he suspected that Zhang Guangmu was a down-and-out noble, and wanted to manipulate Zhang Guangmu, use his family background, and gain access to magical knowledge to soar into the sky and become a master.

The more he spoke, the more painful he became. His voice was choked with sobs, and he gradually burst into tears, with tears streaming down his face. Zhang Guangmu couldn't help but put the knife away for fear of getting dirty.

Fan Dehua suddenly realized that he shouldn't report the other party's identity like this, and he didn't know how much time was left, so he said whatever he thought of.

"I'm not the real boss, just a small boss. Above me, there are big bosses who really control the dark side of the entire Mushroom City!"

Speaking of this, Fan Dehua tried his best to look at Zhang Guangmu's face with the corner of his eye, but he looked lonely and could only rely on his memory and said: "There is also the lord of Moucheng, who is a very, very beautiful beauty! Her appearance,

It’s like she is the illegitimate daughter of the Creator God!”

"She is exactly the same age as you!"

"Besides, the Lord of the City happens to have no spouse!"

"No! Let alone a spouse, not even a lover!"

"With your appearance, temperament, and background, you and the City Lord are a perfect match!"

"As long as you can attract her attention, the entire Mushroom City will be your private property!"

Zhang Guangmu curled his lips.

What a bullshit illegitimate daughter of the God of Creation.

Why does it sound so outrageous?

"Okay, it's almost time."

"I won't kill you."

Fan Dehua's heart had just fallen back into his stomach when he heard Zhang Guangmu's follow-up speech and raised his voice again: "Gang, gang, association...it doesn't matter what it is called."

"Take me to see the talker of your organization."

"A man who can control the dark side of a city...should have some ability."

Zhang Guangmu showed his character of thinking out of the blue, just like a rebellious young master who ran away from home: "By the way, is the 'Dark King of Mushroom City' you mentioned a magic apprentice?"

Fan Dehua swallowed his saliva and quickly betrayed the boss's information: "No, although he often said that he has the potential of a [God of Magic] and that his magic talent is stronger than most people in the world, but I am sure that he is definitely not

Magic Apprentice!"

"He's just an ordinary person!"

"However, he has powerful alchemy tools! He can kill people from a distance, is more powerful than ordinary bows and arrows, and can fire continuously!"

The little white dumplings floating in the air were all shocked by Fan Dehua's unscrupulous reaction.

"Although betrayal is commonplace, you still have to be tortured before you rebel!"

"This... whoever is his boss is really unlucky for eight lifetimes!"

"Vander Waal's performance this time is outrageous. He was never like this before..."

"The past was before, and the present is now. It is normal for subconscious actors to collapse."

"I don't think this is a big deal, right? After all, my life is in someone else's hands. We stand in the audience, and of course we can make sarcastic remarks. Vander Waal's situation... is really helpless."

"Indeed, other people are afraid of death, so it doesn't matter. But Fan Dehua's previous character has always been a [loyal righteous]. Isn't it an exaggeration to say that his character has collapsed?"

Obviously, Van der Waal's reputation will plummet due to today's weak performance, and his cowardice will also cause his few fans to leave one after another.

only……

Zhang Guangmu and Fan Dehua are in hostile camps after all. Even if they suddenly become kindhearted and want to take advantage of each other, they must have a chance.

After getting a lot of useful information, Zhang Guangmu nodded with satisfaction.

In this state, the credibility of the information provided by Van Der Waal soared to over 98%.

If the King of Darkness in Mushroom City mentioned by the other party relies entirely on something similar to the [Zhuge Liannu] for his strength, Zhang Guangmu feels that as long as he is well prepared, he can win it without any injuries.

"very good."

Zhang Guangmu scratched the chin of the cat on his shoulder, then stretched out his fingers, trying to touch the seemingly invisible and tiny elves in the air.

"Can you see these little cuties floating in the air?"

Several spectators who transformed into little white groups thought that Zhang Guangmu was talking about themselves, and quickly leaned on Zhang Guangmu's fingers, excitedly thinking that Zhang Guangmu had broken the dimensional wall.

result……

Unfortunately, Zhang Guangmu was not talking about them.
To be continued...