Washington, Seattle.

"This is a hell of weather!"

A middle-aged white policeman cursed and pressed his police cap, but could not stop the heavier and heavier rain. He was soaked all over, but he still had to carry a baton to maintain order. He was looking forward to going home early, taking a comfortable hot bath and having some roast chicken, but the crowd in front of him that could not see the end made him desperate.

"Damn it, why are there so many people!"

"Tonight is the Monster Band come back, you know how famous this rock band is."

Another policeman, who was also in a mess, laughed and used a baton to rush away the crowd that was obviously falling in front of him, but still kept rushing forward: "Hey, let me go, have you seen anyone falling in front of him?"

"Monster Band? Didn't this band disband two months ago? I also accompanied Jimmy to see their final performance. After returning, the kid cried for three days without any promise."

Middle-aged police came to help, queuing up like shepherds in the chaotic crowd. Not only young people, but also middle-aged people, and even old people gathered here, but their faces were full of joy and excitement. Most of them wore T-shirts with the head of the home band musicians. They shouted loudly, singing the band's famous song, and even the baton could not dispel the warm and crazy atmosphere.

"Dissolve? No! Monster will never disband!"

A young and thin man screamed excitedly. His white T-shirt was completely wet with the rain. The white T-shirt was soaked in the rain, and the portrait printed on the T-shirt became even darker.

He was a gloomy and handsome young man. His black hair was slightly curly, his skin was pale, his blue eyes were deep, and he attracted everyone's attention like magic. He didn't look like a rock guy at all. He was wearing a dress and was more like going to the Golden Hall of Viana to play the piano.

"God Satan blesses, Odir's illness is cured!"

The blond and blue-eyed girl next to her was so excited that she cried and drank her eyeshadows and kissed her excitedly with the young man. The enthusiasm was so hot that the cold rain would dye the cold water.

"Oh my God, young man now."

The middle-aged policeman shook his head and asked them to go back to the team with a stern face, saying to himself: "Odil, I seem to have heard Jimmy say this name, it seems like he was playing a drum set?"

"It was the band's lead singer and guitarist. She had been on the Olep late night show, and women loved him."

Another policeman shrugged: "Okay, I like it too, this kid sings really well."

Middle-aged policeman: "He is terminally ill?"

"Who knows, the band was about to disband at that time and rumors were flying all over the sky. Now it seems that it is not a big deal - hey, don't go against the crowd, the exit passage is there!"

The police shouted loudly and rushed over, trying to stop the retrograde man who was wearing a cloak like a Death Eater fan, but soon he came back, with a strange expression and looked around like a thief, and whispered excitedly to the middle-aged policeman: "Brother, real person, real person! You must not believe who I saw just now, it was Odir!"

"You're dazzled, the previous concert has begun, how could the lead singer be here?"

The middle-aged policeman didn't believe it: "Besides, he wouldn't be afraid of being torn apart by fans if he appeared here?"

The young policeman anxiously said: "It's true that Odir must be him, I won't admit my mistake!"

The middle-aged policeman shook his head indifferently: "Okay OK, then, have you asked him for an autograph?"

The young policeman was stunned: "I, hell, God, I forgot..."

The young man wearing a long cloak was far away from the crowded crowd. He walked very quickly, and the corners of his robe flew. If someone looked closely, he would find that the rain would naturally bounce off when it fell on the cloak, and it would be completely unable to soak and penetrate.

He walked to the depths of the parking lot, sat in the back seat of the extended black Cadillac, lay down flat, and closed his eyes.

The next moment, the figure of a young man appeared in an American retro country bar. The bar was very large, almost comparable to half a football field. The heads of various wolfs were hung on the walls of the bar. The tables and chairs were all customized, and they were wider than normal models. More than a dozen guests were chatting and drinking in the bar. When the young man appeared, everyone looked at him.

No, they are not humans, they are all werewolfs of different body shapes and hair colors! Seeing the young man come in, several werewolfs showed fear and disappeared directly into the bar. The remaining werewolfs were all taller and stronger. One of them was nearly two meters tall, drinking beer from the cheers, staring at the cloak that covered the young man's face and figure, lazily and slutty:

"I said devil merchant, when will you take off this annoying torn cloak?"

"That's right, we werewolf never wear any cloak."

A werewolf next to him burped, and it burped with a fishy smell of beasts, and its scarlet tongue licked the yellow fangs: "Unless you are not a werewolf... but if you are not a werewolf, how could you be in our werewolf alliance?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

“Hahahahahahahaha——”

Don't wolves laughed as if they heard some funny jokes. The howling of wolves was mixed with laughter, just like a group of demons dancing, but while they were laughing wildly, all the wolf eyes were staring at the devil businessman.

When he saw him stop and turn to this side, the black-haired werewolf in charge stopped laughing and his wolf eyes were full of tears.

"Railai, your soul is only 3.2 grams, not as high as my second-year-old."

The devil businessman sneered, and he could tell his arrogance and ostentation from his voice: "If you have time, you should care about when I will change into a wolf skin. Why not go to the doctor quickly to avoid being shot by the exorcist - or are you planning to trade with me in a soul?"

As soon as his words were very provocative, the black-haired werewolf did not respond. The wolf hair on the back of its neck stood up and its mouth was tightly closed, and it felt a little afraid.

"Swish, waste."

The devil businessman disdained to mock him and walked to the bartender, with the wooden floor creaking under his feet.

“Soul trading is prohibited within the Alliance’s resident.”

The front desk bartender muttered that he was a fat middle-aged white man with heavy bags in his eyes, a big smoke in his mouth and a fog in his mouth, and his face was piled up with fat.

"I'm willing to follow the rules of the league, as long as there are no idiots who threaten me."

The devil businessman said coldly, but compared to the previous face of the black-haired werewolf, he was a little more restrained towards the bartender.

The bartender said: "No one will threaten our wolves, Boss Rex said that he is willing to baptize you at any time."

"I feel honored by Boss Rex's attention." The devil businessman is neither humble nor arrogant: "But you also know that that person doesn't like fluffy very much."

"call--"

The bartender sucked the cigarette in one sip and put on a metal sign: "No. 32."

A huge gray metal wolf head hanging on the wall behind him, and when the bartender posed a metal card, its originally closed wolf mouth opened, and its bloody mouth could accommodate an adult man passing by.

"The werewolf doesn't have much patience."

When the devil businessman walked towards the wolf head and passed by the bartender, he heard the other party whispering hoarsely. The devil businessman's eyes fell and looked at the ground, and he saw that the bartender's shadow was infinitely elongated. The black shadow was not a human figure at all, but a ghostly wolf shadow.

The wolf shadow opened his bloody mouth at him, as if threatening and intimidating. The devil businessman withdrew his gaze indifferently and walked into the metal wolf head with no expression on his face. When the wolf's mouth closed and opened again, it was no longer a bar outside, but a private residence of ten square meters.

"call."

After the metal wolf head disappeared, the devil businessman took off his cloak and threw it on the back of the chair. He was very tall and strong, with a clear contour on his face. He had a very aggressive look, and his appearance was as handsome as the band lead singer who was printed on a fanatical fan's T-shirt. But his left eye was pink, and there were vague patterns of purple hexagrams in his eyes.

This is exactly the change brought about by his initial purple title ‘Devil Merchant’.

Although the current strength of the devil merchant cannot fully display the power of the title, the purple identity type title for the soul is extremely powerful.

The devil businessman controlled all the tourists in the group for the first time, opened two new attractions, and the number of people watching the live broadcast reached 100,000, ranking on the list of new tour guides in the West District. He was directly invited by the Blood Wolf Rex, the leader of the largest tour guide alliance in the United States.

But the Devil Merchant has always been a lone man who does his own way. If it weren't for an accident, he wouldn't have joined the werewolf alliance.

As the name suggests, the tour guides in the Werewolf Alliance are all werewolfs. Blood Wolf Rex has a special title and can give the tour guide the title of "werewolf".

The benefits of transforming into a werewolf are naturally many. You no longer have to use a cloak or mask to cover your true face. You can have strong strength and a strong body. There are even many special wolf species, such as the killer shadow wolf, the thief void wolf, etc.

If the devil merchant is attracted by the blood wolf Rex and is baptized by Rex himself, the devil merchant will directly receive the title of "Shadow Wolf" comparable to the title of Deep Blue. After transformation, it will be a shadow wolf, not an ordinary werewolf.

Moreover, the Devil Merchant is now just a B125 tour guide, so he can enjoy the support provided by the Werewolf Alliance for tour guides such as A. The stations within the fiftieth are all attracted by the Werewolf Alliance.

But the devil merchant has been delaying and swaying, and has not been baptized and turned into a werewolf. Even if the werewolf has many benefits, the so-called baptism is actually drinking blood. The werewolf's blood is highly poisonous, and the tour guide who turns into a werewolf will be controlled by Rex for life and will never be able to leave the werewolf Alliance again.

This is something that the devil businessman doesn't want.

However, it is extremely difficult to survive in the gap between major forces. Even if he is a new star tour guide in the West District, he is just a target of competition and has no right to choose independently. During the second journey, he was almost assassinated by the captain of the Exorcist Brigade in the air. It was the warning given to him by the Werewolf Alliance.

But the devil businessman should not die. His death countdown was zero under the assassination of the captain of the Exorcist Brigade, and he spontaneously transformed into a monster of the abyss. He escaped by the death of afar. He also unexpectedly obtained the attention of the A5 little witch, received an invitation letter from the Abyss tour guide tea party, and was recommended to the S3 tour guide Black Widow at the tea party.

Blood Wolf Rex is a major tour guide of A1, and he is a class different from Black Widow. Using Black Widow as an excuse, the devil businessman has more breathing opportunities. But he knows that he cannot get along with others and must make a choice and seek refuge.

But the devil businessman neither wants to become a werewolf nor a spider puppet of the Black Widow. His childhood experience made him both withdrawn and arrogant, and he was unwilling to be a vassal of anyone, but just wanted to be himself.

What is placed in front of him is an opportunity.

The devil merchant opened the drawer and took out a golden pocket watch from a pile of famous brand watches. This pocket watch is simple in its workmanship and looks a bit old. It is left by the ancestors of the devil merchant. It is said that their family was once a great British nobleman for dozens of generations. They are all pure black hair and blue eyes, and their bloodlines can be traced back to the ancient Roman Empire.

Later, the family declined gradually. During the war, the family arrived in America and tried to redevelop but failed. When the devil merchant generation passed away his father and his mother disappeared. He grew up in an orphanage, and the only thing that was related to the past family was left was this pocket watch.

At the age of thirteen, Odill left the orphanage, sold the gold pocket watch, bought a guitar and started playing bands and singing rock. He had a good talent, which really made him sing a lot. But when he was most successful and his career reached its peak, Odill fainted on the spot during a tour, and was sent to the hospital and was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer.

When he first worked hard to develop, he was in a day and night. He was very aggressive in smoking and drinking except for not getting poisonous and drug-free. He was in the late stage of cancer at a young age. This is how his life was. Odill was terminally ill and his life was in the countdown.

Whether rich or poor, it is the same after death. This is something that Odill cannot accept. After conservative treatment in the hospital, he left the hospital, sold his property, and spent a lot of money to find various ways to cure diseases and prolong his life. By chance, Odill saw a gold pocket watch he sold when he was young at a secret shooting.

The premonition in his darkness made him take the pocket watch back with the last tens of millions of dollars. In the past, he was penniless when he was in his hand, but now he has no extra money after taking the pocket watch back, which is like a cycle of reincarnation.

But in the past, Odill had a healthy body and had infinite possibilities. Now he is seriously ill and can only survive.

On the way back, Odill fell down due to illness. It was late at night and there was no one around. He was seriously ill and could not call an ambulance. If there were no accidents, his life would have ended that night.

But when he fell, the gold pocket watch that was being thought about by Odill also fell to the ground and was completely thrown away. There was a semicircular thin piece of gold pendant hidden in the case, and a small figure of a woman's upper body was inlaid with fine gems on it.

At that time, Odill suddenly developed strength, and he tried his best to hold the pendant in his hand. Then...

Odill appeared on a cruise ship.

From entering the Thriller Hotel to now, from Odill to the Devil Merchant, he has been pursuing the secrets of the pendant. Finally, during the last journey, while exploring a forgotten cemetery, the Devil Merchant accidentally activated the pendant and received a task!

【Confrontation Mission: Princess Oler's Blood Curse】

【Task Level: Dangerous】

[Task Description: Princess Oler's Thousand-year Curse is condensed in this golden chain. As the descendant of the princess' bloodline, you will be brutal cursed. Only by finding the king's necklace that matches it can you untie it! Combine the two necklaces into one, and the owner of the complete version of the necklace will be the winner of this confrontation mission!]

[Reward: Priority for the pre-warming competition of the East and West District year-end celebration]

The devil businessman knows the importance of warm-up competition to tour guides and tourists from both sides of the east and west zones. Under the importance of fighting for the zone, if he can really get this reward, he will receive certain protection from the hotel. Not to mention being qualified to challenge the Blood Wolf and Black Widow, at least he will have more autonomy.

And he is on the advantage side in this mission!
To be continued...