The next moment, the wind of the wilderness, carrying rust-colored dust, blew under the rock wall that was filled with murderous aura just now but was now empty. Except for some ownerless crossbows, swords, and a few overturned heavy shields scattered on the ground, there was nothing to prove that nearly twenty Soul Master had just existed here.
Kraken slowly lowered his arm and covered the bone tail again. Ice blue eyes swept across the open space, still calm and calm.
"Gray Dan-Devour, it's good." He whispered to himself in a low voice, his voice was so flat that there was no emotion, "But there is not even a scum left."
He lowered his head slightly, seemed to glance at his right hand in human form, and clenched his five fingers, as if he was feeling something, but it seemed like it was just a meaningless movement.
"It's better to be invisible." He finally said, as if he was summarizing, but also as if he was reminding himself, "At least, the body can be left behind and... sucked."
A few days later, in the west of the Star Luo Empire, the settlement outside "Wind Howl Canyon", "Wind Erosion Tavern".
When Kraken stepped into this tavern full of rough atmosphere, the noise stopped slightly. The hoarse and powerful voice of the one-armed old man "Old Eagle" sounded from the shadows in the corner, "Hey, friend in black robe, I heard that you are looking for Titled Douluo?"
Kraken's steps paused slightly, and his hood turned in that direction. The old man's eyes flashed, and several companions around him also stopped talking, their eyes burning.
"Good information, worth 10,000 Gold Soul Coin." The old man spat, "However, there are too many people here and this is not the place to talk. Come with me, I will make sure it's worth it to you."
Kraken didn't move, just "looking" at him quietly.
The old man grinned, stood up, winked at his companion, and then took the lead to walk towards the backyard of the tavern. Kraken pondered for a moment, and his senses scanned to confirm that there was no obvious ambush or excessive energy reaction, and he followed suit.
The backyard of the tavern is connected to an abandoned ore dump. Huge crimson ores are piled up haphazardly, forming a natural barrier and isolating the hustle and bustle of the front yard. The wind is even stronger here, rolling up red dust.
The one-armed old man stopped, turned around, stared at Kraken, and lowered his voice. "It's quiet here. There are some things I can't say in front of you." He paused and seemed to be organizing his words, "What do you want to do with Titled Douluo?"
Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to find out what's going on with you, it's just that... I had a brother who saw you when you killed those guys. Without Soul Ring, without Soul Power fluctuations, there would be no people left, no scum left. This business is too risky. I have to tell you if I will get into trouble that I shouldn't get into."
His words were partly a test and partly a self-protection. Having been on the border for decades, he knew that some money can only be earned or spent.
Kraken was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Message, please change Gold Soul Coin. The rest has nothing to do with you."
The voice was calm, without any murderous intent, but with an unmistakable indifference.
The eyes of the one-armed old man flickered, as if he was weighing. The greedy, vigilant, and cunning light in his one eye intertwined and changed. Finally, he smiled, licked his chapped lips, and exposed his yellow teeth. The almost naked greedy light shone in the remaining one eye:
"Okay, you're direct enough, and I'm happy too! I'll give you the message, but you have to pay more! Thirty thousand! Thirty thousand Gold Soul Coin! Not even a penny less!" He stretched out his one arm, raised three fingers, and shook it vigorously in the air. "Besides, no matter what happens afterwards, it has nothing to do with me! This message comes out of my mouth and into your ears. Whether it is a blessing or a curse is your own business!"
Thirty thousand Gold Soul Coin! This is absolutely a sky-high price, enough to bankrupt a small family, and enough to make a Soul Saint like "Old Eagle" who licks blood at the edge of his knife completely wash his hands and live happily for the rest of his life.
He was betting on how much the mysterious black-robed man in front of him wanted this information, and he was also betting that the other party was not short of money - after all, thirty thousand Gold Soul Coin might not be a big deal for someone who could easily come up with a Soul Bone reward.
Kraken's ice blue eyes were under the shadow of the hood, without any emotion. He didn't even bargain, he just nodded calmly.
"Yes."
After he finished speaking, he touched his fingers on his waist, and an inconspicuous-looking gray cloth bag appeared in his hand. He threw the bag away casually.
The one-armed old man subconsciously caught it and almost let it go. He was shocked. The bag didn't look big, but its weight was astonishing! He hurriedly opened the bag, and in an instant, the bright golden light mixed with the soft white light almost dazzled his eyes! Inside were neatly stacked and perfectly cut Gold Soul Coin, each one shimmering with an alluring luster. After a rough scan, the number was definitely over 30,000!
"This... this..." Even a well-informed and ruthless veteran like "Old Eagle" could not help but breathe quickly at this moment, and the greedy light in his eyes almost burst out. He did not expect that the other party was so happy, let alone that the reward was so generous, far exceeding his expectations!
He took a few deep breaths, forced down the ecstasy and deeper fear in his heart, quickly tightened the bag and hugged it tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid it would fly away. Then, in a dry voice, he lowered his voice, with unconcealable excitement and a hint of Concealment, and said quickly:
"About half a month ago, Bai Chenxiang of the Speed Clan once appeared near Forgotten Gobi! Someone saw her iconic Sharp-Tailed Swift form from a distance, with a frightening speed, and violent Soul Power collision fluctuations, as if she was fighting something! She disappeared after that, and no one knows whether she left or went deeper into the Gobi!"
However, the words of the one-armed old man made Kraken slightly stagnant. "Bai Chenxiang..." Kraken repeated the name in a low voice. His ice-blue eyes flickered slightly under the shadow of the hood, "Speed Clan, Titled Douluo seems to be unable to be good at speed!"
"Hey, she is indeed Titled Douluo!" A trace of certainty flashed in the eyes of the one-armed old man, "Although she has not been famous for a long time and does not have a famous name, she is genuine! And her Sharp-Tailed Swift Spirit Empire, quickly The speed is the fastest in the world. It is said that even many veteran Titled Douluo may not be able to catch up easily! The most important thing is-" his voice was lowered to almost a whisper, "And she also has a close relationship with the legendary Ma Hongjun who became a god early!"
"The fee has been paid." Kraken spoke slowly, his voice still calm, "The transaction is over."
After saying that, he no longer stayed or looked at the old man holding the money bag with shining eyes, turned around and disappeared into the deepening dusk and howling wind and sand outside.