Chapter 77: Those Who Covet the City Building Token Must Die!

A basement in the suburbs near Dragon City.

A man draped in a black robe and shrouded in shadows was using a brush to smear something on the ground. The scarlet color was weaved into a huge circular formation. It smelt fishy and felt very weird.

As the man painted on the ground, he muttered a string of words that were obscure and inexplicable sounding. They made no sense to human beings at all.

It was terrifying, as if it could corrupt the soul!

Not far from him was a still-warm corpse. The corpse's eyes were wide open; deep fear lingered in those empty eyes.

The bright-red paint on the black-robed man's brush was the fresh blood gurgling out of this corpse…

Footsteps were heard.