"To you, this is the information collected by the picket team. Sir, Tianli, thank you for your efforts for this city." The lovely nun was extremely polite and handed a stack of rough paper to Ye Fang with both hands. "What you accept is the commission of the ninth level. The nineli, who commissioned you to complete more than two cases, can conduct an assessment and obtain the identity of the unveiler, and be blessed by the Seven Gods and Tianli."

The Seven Gods and the Gods...

Ye Fang felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but he didn't say much. He took the information and left quickly. Before leaving, he glanced at the young man who was a little stunned.

Why is this man in a daze? Do you think I robbed his commission? Isn’t there any other commission from two human-faced rats?

Ye Fang thought this task was extremely cost-effective.

[Commission content: On May 21, 263, a human-faced rat was found at No. 17 Third Street. It attacked the Bowman family who lived in the house. Mr. Bowman was killed on the spot. According to the picket team, the human-faced rat is still in the house on No. 17.]

[Trust fee: 10 old coins.]

The information comes with detailed information and a description of human-faced rats. In addition to the appearance description, it records many useful habits, attack methods and eating methods, etc.

It likes to eat blood and meat, with amazing speed and bounce. Claws and teeth are excellent weapons, which can easily tear apart human flesh and blood and drill into its body to chew the human inside and outside.

But it is not big and does not have special extraordinary abilities. In theory, as long as it is properly defended, ordinary people may even have the opportunity to avoid it or even kill it, but it may have to pay some heavy price. Therefore, it is a weaker dark creature, and the price of related commission tasks is not high compared to other commissions.

Of course, compared to other ordinary jobs, killing a mouse for 10 old coins is already high enough.

Tasks with high commission fees are often extremely threatening, and even Ye Fang has never heard of the things they need to deal with.

Taking this information, Ye Fang thought briefly and went straight to one of the two butchers in the safety zone of the City of Darkness to buy a chicken that was killed.

I spent two old coins and the price was ridiculously high.

Then, Ye Fang arrived at No. 17, Third Avenue, which was a European-style strip-shaped hut crowded in the center of two five-story buildings, with two floors above and below, and a single family. It seemed that Mr. Bauman was a rich man in a catastrophic world.

The slightly gloomy house had been blocked by the pickets, and the news of dark creatures here seemed to have spread. Half of the street shrouded in the night was very empty. Only in the shadow opposite Room 17 was an old man with half of his body hidden in the dark: "Hey, man, there is a head-faced rat in there, you'd better stay away from here."

Ye Fang got closer and closer and came to the old man: "I came for this man-faced rat."

The night in the safety zone was lit with kerosene street lights, but there were only one or two streets. The light was very dark. When he approached Ye Fang noticed that the old man had his eyes blinded, his hair was loose, and his face was full of traces of time, but his expression was not bad.

He looked at Ye Fang for a moment, and his eyes stayed on the slaughtered chicken that Ye Fang was holding in his left hand for a moment: "Are you the unveiling person?"

"I am an extraordinary person." Ye Fang turned his head and looked at the No. 17 building on the front. The house was gloomy and quiet without any sound, "You are..."

"You can call me Old Jack, I'm a member of the picket team, and I'm here watching the man-faced rat and confirm that it's not still inside."

Ye Fang frowned: "It's not big and it's so dark here, how do you know if it's still inside?"

"Because I am here, the behavior of dark creatures reveals bloodthirst and madness. When they are hungry, they kill and eat people; when they are full, they will look for people everywhere to kill - if they want to leave, they will definitely come out of the main entrance to kill me. If I can't kill it, then it will kill me. The picket members who come to duty in the second half of the hour will look for its next landing point through my body and fresh blood." Old Jack said, picking up an old black iron sword from his feet and swinging it with some difficulty.

The terrifying logic in these words made Ye Fang's heart jump slightly, and he couldn't help asking, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"The Seven Gods set a paradise for us, and we guard it." Old Jack smiled indifferently, looking at Ye Fang calmly, "The picket team is not afraid of death. Of course, it would be better if you can get rid of that man-faced rat."

Ye Fang felt that if the peace and tranquility in the safe area he had seen before was an incredible miracle of this terrifying world, then now he should be the background that supports these miracles.

After thinking about it, Ye Fang said, "Can I borrow your sword?"

...

Ye Fang put the kerosene lamp aside, carrying the bloody chicken in one hand and the iron sword in the other hand, and quietly opened the door with the keys of the same old John.

The long house was dark and quiet, with only the disgusting smell of rotten and blood coming to the nose. With the shimmer outside, Ye Fang saw a male corpse in the middle of the living room. Part of his body was torn apart, and the living room was filled with scattered flesh, rotten skin and flying plasma. The trunk of the body collapsed like a balloon, and the baby's big bag was bulging in the middle of the body, like an exaggerated tumor growing on the corpse, and the broken skin was tightened.

The human-faced rat is in the body of the corpse.

Ye Fang placed the chicken at the door and slammed the floor with an iron sword.

The iron sword was of poor quality, and the rotten old floor wailed and even cracked a hole, and the ground seemed to shake.

The air was so quiet that it was panicking, and the two street lights on the long street outside were dim and dim.

There was no change in the first moment.

Immediately afterwards, the "sarcoma" growing in the corpse moved. Ye Fang narrowed his eyes and saw a string of black shadows breaking through the skin and flying out of the corpse, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Ye Fang did not hesitate and took the iron sword and took more than ten steps back towards Dingdengdeng.

Old Jack sat in the shadow across the street and stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

——The extraordinary man withdrew ten meters away in frightened and stood in the middle of the street, extremely vigilant.

Then Ye Dan remained motionless and seemed to have turned into a sculpture.

The newly killed live chicken kept bleeding, and the smell of blood spread in the space.

About three minutes later, a serene voice came from the darkness, and a monkey-like shadow moved from the darkness.

It was the human-faced rat, which was almost exactly the same as the one Ye Fang had seen before. The only difference was that its body was covered with blood and fragmented organs.

It followed the bloody smell and quickly approached the dead chicken, but at this moment, it smelled more delicious food, suddenly raised its twisted face, and looked at Ye Fang in the middle of the long street with blood-red eyes.

Just as it appeared, Ye Fang took action.

The Shadow Hand, which has been outlined in advance, has been triggered instantly.

Old Jack suddenly felt a little cold, and the light of the kerosene lamp that Ye Fang placed at his feet suddenly flashed and suddenly went out.

A cold breath is permeating the space.

The shadow around Longhouse No. 17 was twisted as if it had come alive, and it was pieced together into a huge twisted palm. As Ye Fang waved it out, the shadow palm instantly rushed out, and grabbed the human-faced rat tightly into the huge palm.

Ye Fang's first thought was to kill it directly. His palms closed rapidly, and the palms made of shadows exerted force inch by inch. The human-faced rat made a shrill scream, and blood scars bloomed on his body, struggling wildly. The blood flowed out did not fall to the ground but was swallowed by the shadows holding it tightly.

But Ye Fang failed to really pinch it to death, and the resistance gradually grew, and the duration of the shadow touch was limited. Ye Fangluo thought about it and rushed up quickly, picked up the iron sword and stabbed it directly into the twisted face of the human-faced rat.

Its small face was instantly stabbed, and a disgusting yellow tooth broke and flew out, but it was not dead yet and its body was still struggling.

Without hesitation, Ye Fang drew out his sword and stabbed him again.

The human-faced rat's body twitched and stopped moving.

Worried that it would pretend to be dead, Ye Fang thought about it and stabbed another sword.

This time he didn't fall into a coma, so he had the chance to finish the attack.

Old Jack behind him had his eyes wide open.

He worked in the picket team for five or six years and had seen many extraordinary people hunting dark creatures, but for the first time he saw extraordinary people who dealt with human-faced rats like this.

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Chapter completed!