"Who are you? Let me go." The old man shouted at Zhao Hanyun in a hoarse voice. He wanted to struggle but couldn't get away at all. He was so arrogant even when he was under control, as if he was not afraid that Zhao Hanyun would kill him at all.
"Pa tah." Zhao Hanyun slapped him, and seeing the palm print on his face, he slapped him on the other side. "You talk too much nonsense. Speak properly. If you say one more thing I don't want to hear, next time you won't get a slap."
Stunned by Zhao Hanyun's two slaps, the withered old man was a little annoyed and was about to speak to Zhao Hanyun again, but then he fell silent. Looking at the dagger in front of him, which flashed with cold light, he could feel the blood of his people on it. This woman had really killed people from the Dark Clan: "How dare you hurt such a noble person from the Dark Clan."
"Swish." The sound of clothes being cut by a sharp weapon could be heard. Zhao Hanyun watched as a stream of blood gushed out from the chest of the old man she was holding. She nodded with satisfaction and said, "Keep going. Let's see whether your bones are stronger or my knife is faster."
"You, what exactly do you want to do?" The withered old man was completely stunned by Zhao Hanyun's ruthless sword. Although he was still a little angry, his rationality returned. Looking at Zhao Hanyun, he finally felt a little scared: "We, the Dark Clan, have no grudges against you. Why did you close our passage?"
"Passage? Where does it lead to?" Zhao Hanyun asked, looking at the shriveled old man's eyes rolling around, and exerted force with his hands.
"Ah, it hurts, ugh." He opened his mouth and cried out in pain when something was stuffed into his mouth, causing him to choke. He rolled his eyes in pain for a long time, and finally swallowed it. When he was about to speak, he felt a little confused.
Zhao Hanyun watched, waiting for the shriveled old man's food to take effect before he was satisfied. It turned out that no matter what tribe it was from, this magic charm transformed from the truth talisman seemed to be quite effective. "What's it called?"
"Black slave." He answered expressionlessly, which made Zou Li, who was drawing talismans seriously at the side, burst into laughter. If this pace continued, the Dark Clan would probably be doomed again.
"What do you do?" Zhao Hanyun continued to ask.
"I'm just a gatekeeper. I usually watch over this door, opening it for those who want to leave. I also keep an eye on the lower-ranking members of the tribe to prevent them from crossing the line." As if thinking of the worship and respect he received from those below, the withered old slave's face was full of excitement. "The door was almost closed just now. I have to ensure that the road is clear when Lord Shadow returns."
"The Dark Clan, the hierarchy is quite different?" Zhao Hanyun grasped the word "low-class". Looking at the disgusting evil smile on the black slave's face, he continued to ask with disdain: "Besides Shadow, who else has left this door?"
It's clearly just a crack, but they call it a door. When Zhao Hanyun became curious about the environment below, he was more worried about how many Dark Clan members were still among humans. This was a threat. If those who entered the human world were warmongers, then what would be the consequences?
"Actually, there aren't many. For example, Lord Shadow just left recently, and Lord Dark Emperor and his men left a long time ago. We haven't seen them for a long time. I don't know where they are." The black slave pondered for a moment, a little confused. "Oh, there's also a low-level tribesman who escaped."
"Anyone else? What was the name of the one who escaped?" Zhao Hanyun looked at the black slave and asked, "Do you remember how many years you've been away? What happened to you in the end?"
"Those lowly beings are only worthy of being called by numbers, how could they possibly have names?" With naked disdain, the black slave then looked at Zhao Hanyun with a smile: "That person was exiled by our Dark Clan. Even if he wanted to return in the future, it would be impossible."
Zhao Hanyun asked for a long time and felt that he had gained a lot. It seemed that the man in black last time was the Shadow that the black slave called. As for the other Dark Emperor, he had been out for a long time and had no intention of taking action, so he let it go for the time being. As for that low-level young man, they would have the opportunity to meet one day.
While the black slave hadn't reacted yet, Zhao Hanyun threw him directly into the sealing circle. As for the effect of the magic talisman, it would take a long time for it to dissipate. Zhao Hanyun felt that since the class differentiation was serious and this black slave didn't look like a good person at first glance, she caught another one without any psychological shadow.
I don’t know if it’s because she has seen too many old men recently, but she felt sad when she picked up the snow-white hair in her hand. If this pace continues, might Zhao Hanyun have to prepare to open a nursing home?
"Who are you?" A soft voice came, and two babies appeared under Zhao Hanyun's hands. They stood in front of Zhao Hanyun, one in front and one behind. The white hair in their hands fluttered in front of Zhao Hanyun. Seeing the painful look on the soft and sticky babies' faces, Zhao Hanyun immediately let go of the hair in his hands, but still used his spiritual energy to fix them.
"Who are you?" Zhao Hanyun observed the two babies in front of him out of curiosity. They were about five or six years old. They did not look like the black man Shadow who stretched out of the water, nor did they have the unique hoarse voice of the black slaves. No matter how you looked at them, they looked like two human dolls.
"I'm the older brother, and she's the younger sister." The white-haired baby, who was picked up by Zhao Hanyun's hair, introduced himself directly: "I heard from them that my father is some Dark Emperor, and I don't know where my mother is. It's the servants in the house who take care of us. If you ask me, I don't know either. Anyway, the two of us are a burden."
"Be careful." Zou Li suddenly spoke up to remind Zhao Hanyun not to be too sympathetic.
"You little brat, put that thing in your hand away." Zhao Hanyun reached out and slapped the head of the little brat who had just spoken, and took out something from his hand. He saw that it was a communicator. It seemed that he was going to ask their father for help.
"Who the hell are you?" The older brother was a little angry after being hit on the head. He looked at Zhao Hanyun and directly pointed out his dissatisfaction: "Tell me, you just grabbed my hair, and now you're staring at me so intently that you scared me sick. Do you want me to be as ugly as you?"
"You are the child of the Dark Clan and a human." Zhao Hanyun understood immediately and said to the boy. Then he looked at the little girl who had not spoken yet and observed her for a while before asking, "It's you, little sister. How old are you now?"
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