In the dimly lit alley.
Four children walked steadily inside.
The gloomy and filthy environment did nothing to dampen the four people's anxious and excited mood.
The further they walked, the more excited Fuluolan became, especially at the front.
The grip on the necklace tightened.
At the end of the alley, a dimly lit hotel came into view of the four of them.
They glanced at each other.
He nodded finally, pushed open the door, and went inside.
As soon as they pushed open the door, dozens of fierce gazes fell upon them.
Shasha, who was standing at the very back, suddenly trembled and cowered behind the other three in fear.
Fuluolan swallowed hard and mustered his courage to take two steps forward.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing here?"
A burly man with a scar on his face, who looked extremely imposing, walked up to Fuluolan with a bottle in his hand.
Its enormous body looked like a mountain in front of Fuluolan.
"I, I've come to join you!" Fuluolan said loudly, mustering his courage.
A moment of silence fell over the store.
Then a burst of laughter erupted.
Hahaha! That's hilarious!
Did you hear that? That kid is trying to scare us to death!
"Hahaha! Little brat, this isn't child's play. Go home and drink your milk!"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
The noisy laughter made the three already frightened people even more afraid.
They huddled together, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
I'm not kidding!
Fuluolan suddenly shouted and then took out the necklace from his hand.
"I have your necklaces here!"
The laughter in the room stopped abruptly, as if a mute button had been pressed, creating an eerie silence.
The burly man in front of him frowned slightly as he looked at the necklace in Fuluolan's hand.
His already fierce face looked even more terrifying.
"Let him come over."
At that moment, a youthful voice came from behind the burly man, breaking the silence.
The burly man quickly moved aside.
A man in black, sitting at the front desk with a bottle of liquor in his hand, was drinking his drink, looking somewhat depressed.
Thump!
The wine glass was slammed heavily onto the counter.
He picked up the crow mask that was placed aside and put it on.
He put the top hat back on and turned to look at Fuluolan and the others.
He raised his right hand and beckoned to the four of them, while his left side remained empty.
Fuluolan and his companions became instantly excited upon seeing the Crow Man's signature mask.
Seeing that he only had his right hand, I felt a little puzzled, but I still walked up to him.
The Crow Man reached out and took the necklace from Fuluolan's hand, examining it carefully.
After seeing that the necklace was indeed that of his dead subordinate, he looked down at Fuluolan.
How did you get this?
His voice was deep, but very gentle.
This eased Fuluolan's tension somewhat.
He thought about it and decided to tell the truth.
"A friend of mine gave this to me."
The Crow Man looked at the necklace again and, through it, knew who its owner was.
The face beneath the mask suddenly clenched its teeth in anger.
He suppressed his anger and continued gently,
"Among your friends, are there any who carry a strange knife and don't seem very bright?"
"Have!"
Upon hearing the two keywords, Fuluolan immediately guessed who the other person was referring to.
"What's his name?"
Upon hearing this, the Bird-Beak Man asked somewhat anxiously.
"He..."
Fuluolan was about to answer when he suddenly sensed something was amiss.
He swallowed the question he was about to answer.
"Um, what's his name?"
The Crow Man continued asking questions, moving his face a little closer.
That pale white raven mask exuded an extremely oppressive aura.
Fuluolan, suppressing his panic, shook his head.
"I... I don't know, I'm not very familiar with him."
The Crow Man pulled his head back and put the necklace back in his pocket.
Then, he pulled a box out from under the counter.
Upon opening the box, I found it filled with somewhat rough necklaces.
The Crow Man took out four of them, and also took out a silver needle from them.
Thank you, children.
I now allow you to join our Black Death Gang and undergo the initiation ceremony.
Come on, put your hand out.
The Crow Man sat up from his chair and placed the four necklaces on the table.
Holding a needle in his hand, he asked the four of them to extend their hands.
"Once you drip blood onto the necklace, it will become your unique Black Death Gang identification."
You've officially joined the Black Death Gang now.
All three except Fuluolan were delighted.
Beibei couldn't wait any longer and was the first to step forward, extending her hand.
"I'll go first!"
Hehe, I'm going to become Black Death Gang!
Shasha, who was standing next to her, covered her eyes and said to Xiaojie,
"I'm terrified of pain, remember to cover my eyes later."
Xiaojie nodded, equally excited.
The Crow Man gave an almost imperceptible cold laugh.
Holding a silver needle in his hand, he slowly pierced Beibei's finger.
The silver needle, gleaming faintly, slowly approached.
"Etc!"
Just as the needle was about to pierce him, Fuluolan suddenly shouted.
He ran over and tackled Beibei to the ground.
"Brother, what are you doing!"
Beibei fell to the ground, her expression clearly showing displeasure.
The Crow Man frowned slightly.
Fuluolan got up, looked at the gazes of those around him, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"I, I..."
I'm the eldest among you all! Of course I should go first!
Fuluolan plopped down on the bench and extended his hand to the Crow Man.
Upon hearing this, Beibei nodded in sudden realization, "That's right, we should definitely let Big Brother do it!"
The Crow Man said nothing, and once again extended the needle, piercing Fuluolan's outstretched hand.
Fuluolan stared at the needle that was about to pierce his hand.
My heart was pounding with nervousness, and my eyes were tightly shut.
Fuluolan trembled as the silver needle pricked his finger.
A drop of blood dripped down his finger and landed on the necklace.
The metal necklace, like a sponge, greedily absorbed all the blood.
The originally rough surface began to become smooth and delicate.
The surface of a raven mask appeared on the necklace.
At the same time, Fuluolan felt as if his soul was being bound by something.
There's a sense of constraint.
The Crow Man chuckled softly, picked up the necklace, and placed it around Fuluolan's neck.
Let's welcome our new member.
The Crow Man stood up, patted Fuluolan on the shoulder, and looked up as he spoke.
"Good--!"
A cheer quickly erupted from the crowd.
The other three children jumped for joy, eager to join in.
Only Fuluolan was pale, with beads of sweat covering his entire forehead.
He regretted it.
I really regret it.
Why did I bring my underlings to this kind of place?
Why would I willingly walk into the tiger's mouth?
This group of Black Death Gang members clearly has a grudge against Hela and her group!
But he knew it was too late; even if he regretted it now, it was too late.
After all, regret can't undo anything that's already happened.