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Chapter 12 My name is Ryan Russ

Chapter 12 My name is Ryan Ruth
Munger felt as if his chest was hit hard by an invisible iron fist, and his 27 ribs made crisp sounds at the same time.

"Psychic power?!" Monger was stunned.

But he soon regained his sanity, and waved the dagger stained with corrupt blood in his hand, enduring the pain.

A stream of bubbling blood spurted out from the dagger and shot towards the stern-faced man.

However, the man's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and blood shot into the air, splashing on the pipe next to him.

Small holes were immediately corroded on the metal pipe, and white smoke came out.

The man suddenly appeared behind Monger.
Mengge bit his tongue, and his mouth was immediately filled with blood.
He turned around suddenly and spat a mouthful of blood at the man.

The man's robotic hand above his head,

In an instant, it seemed as if an invisible wall blocked the man's way, blocking the corrosive blood.

"Where did a psychic as powerful as you come from in the Lower Nest?" Monger asked in a calm voice.

However, the man said nothing, but pointed his hat at Monger again.

Mung rolled over quickly, only to see a half-meter-wide crack appearing on the ground beside him.

It was as if it was hit by an invisible hammer.

Mengge's eyes were bloodshot, realizing that the opponent was very powerful.
He spat out some blood from his mouth and moistened his lips.

"Dirty my blood, flies dance."

"Itching is unbearable, feeding maggots with blood"

Monger whispered a few short words, and a layer of fine foam emerged from the blood flowing on the ground, and it seemed that there were tiny maggots rolling in the blood.
"Wait, Monger stop it!"

Markit's scolding sounded, and he stood between the man with the stern face and Monger.

"We have no ill intentions!" Market said to the man in front of her.

Zhou Yun looked at the tall hooded man in front of him, and then glanced at Monger who was tightly holding the blood-stained dagger.

No, man, you call that no ill intention.

I hadn't done anything yet, and this guy with a dagger rushed towards me as if in an emergency.

What? Does my handsome face look scary?
Do you have any problem with my righteous lion face?
Besides, whose good people's blood is corrosive?
Zhou Yun glanced at the blood bubbling on the ground. If this blood fell on his body, at least a layer of skin would be peeled off.
These two are indeed heretics.
"My name is Market, and this is my brother Monger. We are both... scavengers, yes, scavengers."

As if noticing the deep distrust in Zhou Yun's eyes, the tall hooded man who called himself Markit hurriedly explained:
"We came here to look for anything valuable. Monger must have mistaken you for a patrolling gang member, so he suddenly attacked you."

"I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Brother." Monger raised his head, seeming a little dissatisfied.

But Market shook her head fiercely at him.

It turns out that they mistook me for a gang member. Zhou Yun looked at the two people with some suspicion.

He remembered the Emperor Tarot card that the winged figure had just drawn in the white light.
But it is better to have less trouble than more, so Zhou Yun waved his hand to indicate that the matter was over.

Although the thing on his head gave him powerful superpowers, it also consumed a huge amount of his energy.

If a real fight breaks out, who knows whether these two hooded men will use some Nurgle spells?
"Sir, you seem to be a psychic?" Market called out to Zhou Yun who was about to turn around and leave.

Zhou Yun glanced at Market and did not answer his question.

I don't want to waste time on them, not only because of the danger,

The old Eighth District was a large district in the old days of Shangchao. It was quite large and its internal structure was as complicated as a maze.

Moreover, there were many gang members patrolling around, so it was not easy to find PDF's base.

He didn't want to waste time.

"No, I have no ill intentions." Market laughed and said in a gentle tone:

"I'm just saying that we're probably all unwelcome people here."

“Why can’t we do some collaboration?”

He patted Monger on the back and said, "You can see that our brothers' blood is corrosive. I have a similar ability. We used it to corrode a hole in the ground and dug down."

"And you? How did you do it? Your psychic powers seem to allow you to teleport."

Markit paused, pointed to the ground and said:

"We found a PDF stronghold down there. It was covered in a lot of rubble and no one could get in."

"But maybe your ability of teleportation can take us in?"

"." Zhou Yun stopped and looked at Market: "You mean the base of PDF?"

"Of course, we can cooperate——————"

Before Market could finish speaking, Zhou Yun shook his head and turned away again.

"and many more."

Market tried to call Zhou Yun again:

"I trust tradition, necessity and family love more than lies, trickery and deception."

"What I just said was not a lie. I can take you to see the location of the PDF station."

Zhou Yun frowned slightly.

Indeed, these two people are obviously cultists.
But cultists are also different. Cults that believe in the Lord of Change often like lies and deception.
But the cultists who believe in the loving father sometimes show sincerity, simplicity and trust like family members.

Although the followers of the Kind Father are still dangerous, at least the probability of them deceiving people is much lower than that of the followers of a certain Lord of Change.

With the instant movement and arbitrary rings granted by the super power hat on his head, there is still a great chance that he can escape even if there is danger.
and also
Zhou Yun remembered the omen of the Emperor Tarot card. A cooperation that requires patience and communication.
The Emperor Tarot is said to be connected to the will of the Emperor himself.
"Your Majesty, you are the one who asked me to cooperate with the heretics. You can't blame me."

Zhou Yun muttered softly.

"I can help you get into PDF's station."

He glanced at the two people behind him and said with some caution:

"Take me there."

"I'm glad that we can trust each other." Market said in a soft voice, "Please believe me, everything we do is beneficial to everyone."

"I am not interested in what you want to do, and I guess you are not interested in the weapons in the PDF warehouse either."

Zhou Yun shook his head and said to Market:

"You take what you want, and I'll take the weapons, it's that simple."

"of course can."

Market smiled gently, her good temper was so good that it was creepy:

"As a sign of mutual trust, may I know your name?"

".Name?" Zhou Yun frowned.