Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

The first wanderer who was mistaken for picking up rags is a solo household, and his real name is Pigeon Boy, which means that the young pigeons that are released all over the sky are woven into an impermeable surveillance net, so as to overlook the world, and the scale and number of people are beyond imagination. Separate from the three underworlds, they have their own scale, not only have highly professional intelligence gatherers, but also have a unique business model, and also use black market auctions to make more people their potential customers. My old friend Ghost may not exist, it's just a code name, and it's not even the same person on the call, it's just an ordinary customer service.

The pigeon boy called the independent group a group, the ten flocks were a dan, and the leader was called a dan, and the ten dans were a group, and the person in charge was the head of the strip, and there was a strict hierarchical system. Their home formation is called the city, and the city of pigeon boys means the central brain of the organization. According to the agreement, I was not allowed to inquire about the details of the customer, but leaving aside the topics other than the two of them, the old woman spoke freely. The pigeon boys grew up with a revolutionary flavor of gunpowder, born in a turbulent era when the old and the new world alternated.

The first pigeon boys were mostly begging vagabonds, who were organized by clever leaders to use harmless young children to spy on information, so as to constantly attack and wreak havoc in order to increase the cost of the occupation army. Therefore, after the First World War, they had extensive contacts with the League of Nations and the Red Armed Forces. From World War II to the Cold War, the early pigeon boys were purged by European and American countries as foreign powers, so they had to transform and only retain a single intelligence collection network. Because of the excellent ability of this group of people, they gradually became favored by MI6, the CIA, the Mossad and other secret services, allowing them to make Paris the capital.

Not only do they move between the world's major political plates, but they also serve the underworld to earn commissions. The pigeon boys are ordinary people, and they don't have their own guards, so they are easy to be hated when selling intelligence, so the dark world, the pan-world and the extremely dark world have issued a formation order to hunt them down, and finally the pigeon boys have learned well, no longer wandering on the edge of danger, so as to start their own business. Therefore, they are very strict with the screening of customers, for fear that they will cause trouble and harm themselves.

My message was a task imposed on them by the Underworld, and the pigeons had been tracking the Lancasters for a long time, and only after receiving their acquiescence did they bid on the black market at a high price for any interested private clientele, and the young and the old received the inside information early enough to buy out all the information, and thus came to me. The old woman kept asking me to recall the mysteries of the Nightmare, and the theme was how the black-robed old demon came to be, and I couldn't remember for a while, but it appeared around the same time as Ingram, even before Lygia appeared. The series of battles in the Nightmare, Krys, and the Widow could not tell which lamb it was, only that it was a different era and stage, and that it all took place in Plocahorn City, where the event occurred.

Freesia is more important than anyone I want to protect, because she is not only my inseparable wife, but also will determine our future, but how to describe what she has done? This old Lu Kugu's military advisor, who has been chasing and suppressing mountain hunting since the 50s, and the forging of two zombies in the vortex was not in his consideration, it was purely caused by infinite accidents. Moreover, this person has a big business, many minions, and is very influential in the pan-world, so no madman should dare to challenge his hegemony!

As usual, the old woman rode on my neck and shouted, and the gloomy kestrel followed us like a gust of wind, and we soon crossed the third fulcrum to the mass grave full of stinking water. The woman stretched out her hand to stop us from going, and went down to the deepest part of the pool alone with a corpse picker, thrust the steel pipe violently, and ignited the wick of the coke tail violin with loose objects. The candle flame was violently shaken by the wind, and the woman's back was facing us, and her whole head seemed to be split into two petals, and then a dark red mist was swallowed into the strange lamp, and the fire light became transparent.

After doing this, she pulled out the lamp and walked back to the light. I wondered what kind of old demon she would be, but on closer inspection, there was nothing unusual, and it was still the same face. She whispered to the old woman again, and the two of them snorted for a while, and then asked me to continue to lead the way.

"Wait, I really don't know how thick the sky is!" is a sentence that has always been ridiculed, and now I have a target with confidence, which is this old and young. I turned around and walked briskly back to the third fulcrum, packed the remaining weapons that others had pulled in the cave, and came back with a modified gun and hummed, "I said so much, didn't you two listen to a word? So, I suggest you both pick up a gun to defend yourself. "

Curious, the woman pulled out the glass bubble from her ammunition bag, held it in her hand, and I motioned for her to throw it at the end of the darkness, and then raised my gun to shoot. A puff of gas as bright as day exploded, and when it was completely dark, the eyes were full of spots.

The old woman smiled silently, untied the backpack from her shoulder, took out a bottle and brought it up, I took it and took it in detail, not only gasped, this thing turned out to be a long-lost original genuine product, which was looted by me waiting in the big house on the right side of the house. When the last one was dumped, more than a few months had passed.

"Where did you get these thunderbirds, and is it also the black market of pigeons?" I asked, as if I had found a treasure in my arms.

"The black market trade of the pigeon boys is all low-end goods, fakes, which we buy with money through regular channels. You actually know Thunderbird, it's not easy, I underestimate you. The old woman simply took out all the glass bubbles in her bag, allocated some to me, and said, "Seven for a group, these are meant for you." Since you've used it, you should know this triple crown. "

Since the 10th century, the papal duels and swords have always represented the highest craftsmanship in foundry. The Thunderbird was designed using ancient methods and referencing the principles of Greek fire, and has existed for hundreds of years. With the rise of modern industry, the arsenal has also begun assembly line operations, and the quality has been greatly improved under the supervision of the internal affairs department. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it, because the Papal States only trade with regular customers and strictly prevent the entry of top-of-the-line weapons into the world. This kind of glass bubble has been sold on the black market, and it is highly praised by demons, so there are countless imitations. It's a pity that no matter how hard they try, they can't reach one-tenth of the brightness of the original, and this mysterious ingredient recipe is only the Pope himself has the right to see.

The group of thunderbirds given by the old woman is said to be higher than the commission paid to me. Since the two of them dared to break into the tiger's den in Longtan, how could they be unprepared, and there were more than 30 glass bubbles alone. Originally, I had the intention to bully her, but in front of such arrogant people, I only had to look up. Seeing that it was boring, I had to close my lips.

But this Yin Burial Pit,I don't have the slightest concept.,The last time I came in,I went straight to the second peacock pond with reference to the mark of Bi Lizi.。 The old woman said that it was okay, and the kestrel offered a moon gift in the middle of the pond, and roughly figured out the origin of these Indian mummies.

"Yes, they were prehistoric Indigenous tombs, but they had been relocated to the foot of the hill two miles across the river. Yamakari was really not a mortal thing, and he actually changed the structure of the entire area. And by mistake, the skeleton was brought back to the original place, so that there would be no ghosts if there was no problem. The old woman jumped on my shoulder, began to point out the country, and said, "This tribe has been extinct for thousands of years long before the British came, and they are different from others, they are the real moon worshippers. "

"Aunt Polly, I admit that you have a lot of knowledge, but how do you know that the mummy is a moon worshipper?

"Observing the shape of the scorpion pond and the decoration of the tomb niche, you also have a nose and two eyes, how can you not see the clues?" the old woman hugged her belly and laughed, and said, "The soul parasitor you described is very literate, and has chosen a nice name. In fact, the three scorpion pools are all water shadow palaces, which are the opening stars, when the hanging and closing stars, representing the moon and moon phases. It is not difficult to see through them, you have to look at them carefully from the reflection in the water, and the bright moon in the sky has become the lower Xuanyue, which is really a delicate design, containing the ancient wisdom of the unity of heaven and man. Compared with the little master, the old man is just an illiterate, these are what she said, I am just a mouthpiece. "

"I said, can't you two talk well? Since Lao Tzu is here to help, why do you want to see the outside like this?" I was so noisy by the noise in my ears that I couldn't think about it, and asked, "Is this kind of sound made by my teeth like the dark world, some kind of cut?"

"Of course not, where do you want to go? You've been hanging out with the Darkworld thugs for too long, and you've become insane with it. My words caused her to laugh, even the woman couldn't help laughing, the old woman patted me on the shoulder, and said, "The little master rarely smiles at strangers, which means that she thinks you are very cute." It's not a cut rule, but when the little master can't speak, I amuse her with her teeth, let's call it Tong Lingfan. As time goes by, the kestrel grows older, and whenever it comes to intimate topics, it does just that. "

"If I want to learn too, will it take me a few months to learn? Okay, no kidding. If you ask me if I can guess who is the troublemaker, I suspect it might be a flag mirrorer. I lit two cigarettes, offered one to the old woman, and sighed, "The person with whom the soul and her have these characteristics has been met again in the scorpion pool. Since you have my information, you should also know that I am a Xiao Owl, who has crossed time and space to break through the Fog Dragon Tooth Island, and a master has described to me that the only person who can break through the mountain and hunt the cave of shadows is the Flag Mirror Master. "

"Young man, this is unlikely, are you?" the old woman couldn't help but be stunned when she heard the news, and said, "I'm a flag mirror master." "

"This!" It seems that today's golden dice is not me, why don't you open which pot and which pot, and hit a wall everywhere. No matter what you say, it was immediately debunked by this old and young man. This time it was even more desperate, even the flag mirror master ran out. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but glance at her, and sighed to myself: "But I heard the master say that the Flag Mirror Master has long been dead, you shouldn't be playing tricks on me, right?"

"How could they all be dead? The flag mirror masters are all women, and it is easier to hide their identities, and if they marry someone or go to someone else's house to help, they will be hidden. Your so-called master, don't mention it. The old woman took a deep breath, closed her eyes and recuperated, although her tone was flat, but she still couldn't hide her inner turmoil, and said: "The flag mirror master is also an excellent geographer, with rare six-sided eyes in the world, the best at peeping through the false way, never mixing with the troubles of the world, and no grievances with others. Ben lived a paradise-like life, but three hundred years ago, a certain bastard only thought that the Flag Mirror Master was the best at tracking and would hinder his inheritance, so he ordered a complete extermination. For a while, the heads were boiling, the blood flowed like a river, the Flag Mirror Division was almost extinct, and the ordeal suffered was comparable to that of the Badger Walkers!".

When she was alone with Forget-me-not, she also mentioned the national hatred of the Miriyas, who died in the Second Fabrino Holy War. Because of the anger planted in her heart to revive the genre, she is shameless and does everything she can. I shook my head, tried not to conceive of it, and remained silent.

"How can I rely on the old man to play with you? Come and see, what is this?" Unexpectedly, my silence made the old woman mistakenly think that she did not believe her, but compared with the truth, she took out an object from her bosom and shook it, and said: "See, there is no flag in hand, can this be fake? The real flag mirror master has it on him, otherwise why would he call himself a flag?"

"I think I misunderstood," I said, and took it, and looked at the little flag, which was made of some kind of animal fur, and which made a loud wind when it was wielded, and had a hydra pattern on its head, and a few clumps of fluff hanging from the tip of the flag, which I did not know how to use, but it was clearly a tribute. Looking at it like this, I suddenly remembered something, and I couldn't help but return the flag to the old woman, and asked, "Don't say it, I think of another characteristic." At first, I found a white high heel in the stone gorge, which Miss Corsita loved because it was so well made, and she wore it when she came to set up the Elegy for the Soul this time. However, at the moment when he was strung away, another white shoe appeared on his foot for no reason. In your opinion, what is that? The man in black may know, but he doesn't know the details. "

"Did you take a picture? The old woman raised her hand and asked me to give her a picture. Unfortunately, the phone had been left in the guest room, and I had to dictate it to her. After only three words, the kestrel behind it began another round of tooth snorting.

The old woman raised her hand to ask me to stop, turned her face to check with her, and after the two of them exchanged a few words with Tong Lingfan, not only did their faces change greatly.

"According to your description, the name of this thing is Xingyun. It is made of a special white clay, and the jewelry ornaments are all eggs crystallized by the horned bug or the golden sword beetle, so it will not be contaminated with dust when stepping on the mud. But, young man, these shoes are not for the living, but for burial on the feet of rotting corpses!" The old woman hugged her neck and retched for a while, and cried out, "If you can bring Miss Cosita back, you two will dispose of it quickly, it is too unlucky." Immersed in the filth and dirt of the Hidden Dirt, people will at least go for a whole year to memorize words. Xingyun is dressed up to show the god of mourning, indicating that he can be protected and fall straight to hell! This is not at all within the scope of the Flag Mirror Master. "

I was secretly surprised, but a subtle smile hung on my lips. Krys's unspoken secret, others have their own answers. The subsequent additions of the two even more restored why it ended up being a pair. In fact, if Xingyun has to be used by people, usually only one is worn, and only the dead will be in pairs. Then, its use is obvious, that is, in the name of the dead, disguised as a plain soul to go to the land. So when you break into the nightmare, you will naturally turn into one more, which may be a gimmick.

"If Miss Cosita had been more conservative, and had not penetrated it into the stone gorge, it would have been strung away at all, and the ritual would have proceeded steadily, which would have embarrassed the two of us. The old woman jumped down and asked, "You two have communicated, so in your opinion, is it a man or a woman?"

"It's hard to say, because this man doesn't spit dirty words, and with the help of Miss Corsita's gentle voice, how can I tell the bottom of it? "

In this way, we crossed the peacock pond and stepped into the dark side of the closed star. The old woman was still whispering to the kestrel and glanced at me from time to time, and the two of them roughly had an answer to the concept of this soul parasitor in their hearts. Because of this, I have pieced together all kinds of misinformation, and what high can they come up with? It's ridiculous to think about. I couldn't help but try my best to tense my face and pretend not to know to ask.

"Well, I had a superficial idea before I even mentioned this person. And when you're done, it's a fog. The old woman laughed dryly a few times, and said in a crane voice: "It may know the inside story of some golden steps, but it has nothing to do with the Emerald Flower. "

"Aunt Polly, why do you say that?" I couldn't help but be surprised, and secretly wondered, could they have seen through it again, and asked.

"The little master knows that you are eager to save people, so he should not dare to say anything, but after restoring it, this person may be afraid of being guessed by you, so he secretly set up a lot of smoke screens to confuse the public. Young man, have you ever thought that you have been deceived by it from beginning to end?" the old woman waved her hand to ease me, and continued: "If this person is not a fool who is useless, or a supreme master of the city, it may not need to use you, and it can easily succeed. It is particularly cautious and low-key, for fear that it will be traced by the three worlds if it is exposed, but in fact, it has long been on the blacklist of others, and that kind of person is often mentioned in the ancient Japanese proverb - duck shooting. "

"What is that?" the old woman spat out a new term, which made me suddenly interested, and I couldn't help but ask.