kevin's palm met a little resistance in the air, as if he had pushed against an invisible door!
Immediately afterward, the scene before kevin's eyes was covered by a light red glow!
This light is so soft, mysterious, great, and vast!
Even amongst kevin's fishy red gaze, its color was clearly distinguishable!
The cramped, exclusive room instantly collapsed in kevin's eyes, and a blood-colored world quickly finished reorganizing!
The abyss of blood said once again let kevin feel a trace of coldness, his clothes in the previous battle has long been damaged, even pants, also completely tattered, infinitely close to the cloth suit, equivalent to running around naked ...
kevin glanced back at the arched green stone door, the statue of the demon on the door still looked incredibly blurry, only a vague outline could be seen.
On the door, the absence of a dead line indicates that the "cause" cannot be cut into the dead, indicating that it will exist for eternity!
Of course, KEVIN preferred to believe that it was his own half-assed Demon Eye of Straight Death that wasn't up to snuff.
After the body's potential was fully stimulated, kevin's resistance to bright light, also rose greatly, even if he looked directly into the abyss of the blood day, he only felt blinding, completely within the retina's tolerance!
The hard as iron dirt path under his feet seemed like a huge light cloud, lifting Kevin's body lightly as if it didn't have an ounce of weight!
This was a manifestation of Kevin's very unskilled mastery of his own power, which he used unconsciously, giving his body an illusion as if it was floating.
On either side of the path, the blonde wooden thatched cottages darted back, the scent of wine spilling out of them unable to slow Kevin's steps for a moment.
The task of the contractors, with a considerable amount of dangerous surnames, fortunate to complete the task and not die contractors once the return, is bound to accumulate a considerable amount of pressure, if the pressure is not properly released, the human spirit is very easy to collapse, or ... pervert!
And alcohol and last names, drugs, etc., will always be the quickest and most effective way to decompress!
Excluding drugs that affect the body, there are only two things left for indentured servants to decompress with.
However, in kevin's opinion, those high spirits were not as flavorful as human blood!
The enchanting blossoms of blood that bloomed as his short sword wiped across someone's throat would overwhelm kevin!
Along the way, KEVIN utilized the Devil's Eye of Straight Death, which could not be turned off, to observe the various sights of the Abyssal One.
Aside from the abyssal demons that would be active, kevin could hardly find a place to distribute the deadlines!
Even the little flimsy looking huts couldn't find a dead wire!
"Is the power of the devil, eternal?"
With that in mind, kevin walked out of the South District and entered the Free Trade Plaza.
The Free Trade Plaza was not only a place to set up stalls to buy and sell items, it was also a necessary route connecting the four districts of the Abyssal First Heaven!
Once kevin enters, under the rules of the abyss, the appearance of his body is completely covered by a thick, but not obscuring, fog that obscures his internal vision, making it impossible to determine the size and appearance of his body.
Even, under the filter of the Abyssal Rules, everyone's voice would become as cold as the Guide's, and even the last name would be indistinguishable!
The thick fog hid the gaze of kevin's Straight Death Demon Eyes, making it impossible for the other contractors in the Free Trade Plaza to notice kevin's abnormality.
The number of contractors in the Free Trade Plaza was still very scarce, no more than ten!
Even if one is lucky enough to pass the trial of the abyss, the time that the contractors can survive, will definitely not be much, in order to continue to survive, the vast majority of contractors, are constantly doing the task, very few contractors are able to come out and set up stalls.
While kevin's intention wasn't to come and poke around for some stuff, he didn't mind going the extra mile to see if there was something that could be of help to him.
Sweeping his eyes over the several stalls close by, whenever kevin focused his gaze on a certain item, the guide would transmit the information of those items to kevin's mind, saving him from having to pick up those items one by one to inspect the attributes!
It seemed to be a small convenience after the mental surge that made kevin's brainwaves several times more active than normal and able to be captured by the Guide!
Most of the items sold by these stallholders were equipment that was available for sale within the Abyssal Store, only the prices were a bit more on the low side, but none of the kevin were interested.
"Item: Millennium Peachwood Sword! Produced from the realm of Mr. Zombie, its hardness is comparable to that of fine iron, and it is capable of accomplishing huge amounts of damage to evil creatures such as spirit beings!"
"The downside is that you can't use it as a normal sword because its blade can't even kill a rooster."
"Asking price: two months of survival!"
If kevin had switched to the Sword Immortal profession, this would be a good weapon, and it was the only thing kevin could look at.
Unfortunately, it was not destined to be his cup of tea.
kevin tore his eyes away from the coppery wooden sword and swept over to the next booth.
Unlike the other stalls before it, there was only one syringe in a metal box on top of a black cloth about two meters square.
"Item: Biochemical colonizer."
"Origin: the abusive prototype realm."
"Item description: a product of research codenamed Blacklight Virus. You think it's a weapon? It's actually just a piece of clothing that can provide a little meager defense!"
"Specialized name: This is a pure virus derivative for all body types! It is capable of transforming into any shape according to the host's whims, and is also capable of infinite repair, provided, of course, that you have enough energy."
"Asking price: negotiable."
"This stuff, it's not bad ..."
kevin's heart fluttered, change any shape? Including disguise?
The stall owner who was crouching on the ground was similarly wrapped in a thick layer of fog, he seemed to notice kevin's gaze, the fog fluttered for a while and raised his head.
kevin's keen senses seemed to hear a deep intake of breath coming from the thick fog of this stallholder!
"Interested?"
This stall owner's voice had been processed by the Abyss, becoming as cold and emotionless as a guide, enough to make all ordinary people avoid it on sight.
But for the indentured servants, the sound, long accustomed.
"Uh-huh."
kevin nodded, not caring if the stallholder could see it or not, and then fell silent.
"Looks like this guest of mine isn't very talkative ..."
This stall owner paused, stood up, and said, "Then I'll make a direct offer. I need ... your blood, of course, if you are willing to contribute a little bit of organization, that would be even better."
The stall owner's icy voice caused kevin's brows to furrow slightly, and combined with something like this on the stall, a clear brain surmised the outcome almost instantly.
"Your bloodline is the blacklight virus?"
kevin frowned and opened his mouth to ask.
This time, it was the stall owner's turn to freeze, but he quickly reacted and said, "Is it obvious?"
"It's pretty obvious."
kevin's brow stretched as he mentally calculated the gains and losses.
"Then you should rest assured. I want your blood, and will devour it directly, rather than utilizing tricky certain means to track and attack you."
Just now, kevin did have concerns in this regard; with the numerous professions in the Abyss and the ability for indentured servants to travel to various realms, there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be someone who had learned to subjugate heads, curses, and a host of other abilities that could accomplish great damage with just a little bit of the victim's belongings!
"What do you want to do after gaining my memories?"
After being silent for a while, kevin suddenly asked coldly.
"What?"
The stall owner obviously froze again, and after a while, he reacted, secretly saying, "What a cautious guy.
"You're overly concerned, if the Blacklight Virus can read other people's memories with just a little bit of blood, then I'll be able to come back and sell all sorts of martial arts secrets if I go around to the Martial Arts Realm. Having to devour other people's brains in order to gain access to memories says ... I swear by the great and merciful devil that I will never use your blood and do things that are unfavorable to you, that's always fine, isn't it?"
As soon as this stall owner's words left his mouth, kevin received a prompt from his guide!
"The opposing Contractor's Oath is in effect, and if it is violated, the Great Evil will clear his time limit!"