Chapter 1216
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Chapter 1216 No. 22 and Her
Black City.
Tavern.
The burning candle in the lamp dispelled the darkness of the street. Several tables of people sat by the tavern windows, each holding a bucket of wine, talking and cursing loudly.
“Hey, have you heard? The old city lord’s daughter failed at another matchmaking today!
“Isn’t that normal? She was ugly to begin with, and her standards were too high when she was young. She’s been looking for a match for over twenty years without getting married, and now she’s almost forty… what man would want her?
“I saw her a few days ago, she’s gotten even fatter than six months ago, with a big head and ears, like a pig, running around desperately looking for men. But even the strongest man would probably be crushed to death by her in bed, right?
“I heard she’s recently set her sights on that strong man San from the south side of the city, sticking to him like glue every day, tsk tsk…
“Doesn’t San already have a wife? And his wife is quite beautiful too. He must be really annoyed now.
“Fortunately, after the old city lord had her, he had another son, otherwise this bloodline might have ended.
“By the way, I haven’t seen the city lord’s young son for quite a while.
“Of course, the eldest daughter can’t get married, but this young son is the important bloodline for the continuation of the entire Black City. The old city lord keeps him hidden away like a treasure every day, who knows where…
Listening to the men’s conversation, Number 22, sitting in the corner, silently put down his wine glass.
He stood up, pushed open the door, and walked straight into the dark stone-paved road.
“Bloodline…” he murmured, narrowing his eyes.
He turned through several streets to reach the southern side of the city, climbed onto the roof of a fairly tall building, and scanned the ancient city below him in the darkness, as if looking for something.
Finally, his gaze fixed on a certain low stone house.
His figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.
…
Knock knock knock—!!
The heavy knocking echoed in the darkness like urgent drumbeats.
Bang!
A man, bare-chested, violently pushed open the door from inside, his face contorted with anger.
He looked at the old woman before him—at least 800 pounds, with dark skin, a fat head and big ears—his eyes full of annoyance and rage!
“Aren’t you tired of this?! You dead woman, stop harassing me!
The old woman wasn’t angered, she just stood at his doorway, chuckling, her entire body of fat trembling:
“San, be with me. I’m the city lord’s daughter, I have a lot of money, and when we have children, they can become the city lord…
“City lord? To hell with your city lord!” the man cursed, “I have a wife! Get lost!
“So what if you have a wife? We can have a secret affair… if your wife finds out, I’ll have someone tie her up and throw her into the well as a sacrifice to the Three Gods.
That way, we can be together forever.
“Crazy! You’re crazy!!
The man, burning with rage, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the old woman in the chest, knocking her to the ground. Her round body rolled over twice like a ball.
“I’m just not into you! Get lost! If you come again, I’ll chop you up!
Bang—!
The man slammed the door shut.
On the dark stone road, the fat old woman struggled to get up while breathing heavily.
She glared at the closed door, cursed a few dirty words, pushed her muddy, greasy hair behind her back, and moved breathlessly toward the other side of the road.
After some time, a flicker of candlelight slowly approached from ahead.
The old woman frowned and looked closely. It was a man with somewhat unfamiliar features. The swaying candlelight in the darkness illuminated an exceptionally handsome face.
The old woman had never seen such a good-looking man before.
Her gaze fell on that face and seemed unable to move away, as if captivated. The moment those eyes met hers, she felt a strange fire ignite from the bottom of her heart.
The old woman’s breathing suddenly became heavy. She stared at the man’s body, her skin taking on a pinkish hue.
The man, holding an oil lamp, walked up to her. His eyes, with a hint of strange light, stared into the old woman’s eyes, as if looking directly into her soul.
“I see… your desire.” Number 22’s dreamlike voice echoed in the old woman’s ears.
Whoosh!
Number 22 blew out the oil lamp in his hand.
Moments later, sounds of pleasure emerged from the dark corner of the street.
After some time,
The faint light of the oil lamp was lit again.
Number 22 placed the lamp aside, put on his clothes, and looked down at his palm. In his hand was a writhing piece of flesh.
Vaguely, the form of an infant could be seen.
The old woman lay like a puddle of mud in the street corner, motionless except for her rising and falling chest, her entire body pink.
Number 22 put away the infant form, looked at the mountain of flesh that was the old woman’s body, and seemed to recall what had just happened. His mouth twitched slightly.
He immediately took two steps forward, leaned against the wall corner, and began to retch violently.
After retching continuously for half a minute, Number 22 finally took a deep breath and walked to the old woman.
A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
He reached out and suddenly grabbed the old woman’s throat. She, still enjoying the afterglow of pleasure, suddenly widened her eyes, and her enormous body began to struggle violently.
But no matter how she struggled, Number 22’s hand remained as firm as an iron clamp, completely unmoved.
Her movements gradually slowed down, and finally fell into complete stillness, breathing no more.
Number 22 expressionlessly withdrew his hand, picked up the oil lamp, and calmly walked into the dark street.
Only a huge, dark corpse was left lying quietly in the corner.
…
Meanwhile,
On the other side of Black City.
“Is this the ancient well Number 22 mentioned?
Claude and the others took advantage of the night to come to the edge of the city, gathering around the ancient well and whispering.
“Yes.” Claude nodded, “I smell blood.
“So what should we do?
“Go down and take a look, bring up the [Holy Grail].
“Will there be any danger?
“I don’t know.
“…Then, who goes down first?
Everyone gathered around the ancient well, falling into silence.
After some time, Claude sighed, stood up and said:
“I’ll go first. My lightning can dispel the darkness, you follow behind me.
As he finished speaking, Claude rubbed his hands together, creating a ball of lightning in his palms, then flipped into the ancient well.
The lightning illuminated the edges of the dark well as he fell rapidly. The other agents gathered around the well looked at each other, then leaped down one after another.
The depth of the ancient well far exceeded their imagination.
After falling for about ten seconds, they heard Claude, who was at the bottom, land with a dull thud, followed immediately by a joyful exclamation:
“I found the [Holy Grail]!
