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Mark's heartbeat was beating violently in his chest, like a trapped beast trying to break free from a cage. A chill ran straight from his feet to his heart. Men in black, draining blood... These words reminded him of some evil ritual, and a strong sense of uneasiness rose in his heart. He asked: "What are the characteristics of the men in black, and when did they appear?" His tone was hurried, and his eyes were full of anxiety and worry.

The man tried to recall and said intermittently: "Just... just last night... They... They were wearing black clothes, covering their faces, and their appearances were unclear... But they were followed by a monster... The monster was covered with black scales." As he spoke, he coughed violently, and his body trembled, as if it would fall apart at any time.

Mark patted the man's shoulder gently and comforted him: "Don't worry, talk slowly." He took out some dry food and water from his backpack and handed it to the man, "Eat something first to replenish your energy."

The man gratefully took the food and water and ate it voraciously. After eating, his mental state improved a lot and he spoke more fluently.

After Mark confirmed that the injured person was not in danger of life for the time being, he stood up and quickly searched the room for possible clues. In the dim light, the furnishings in the room looked particularly dilapidated. Tables and chairs were overturned, sundries were scattered all over the floor, and the paintings on the wall were crooked, as if they would fall down at any time. The air was filled with dust and mold, making people feel suffocated.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a dark place under the bed, where something seemed to reflect a faint light. He bent down, reached under the bed, groped, and his fingertips touched a cold and hard object. He took the object out and found it was a scale in the weak light outside the window. The texture on the scale is exactly the same as that of the Ice Abyss Beast, the difference is that the scales of the Ice Abyss Beast are white, while this scale is black.

"It's the Dark Demon Beast! Someone from the Rebirth Organization!"

Mark confirmed the other party's identity and ran towards the hillside behind the village. He walked through the dilapidated village, stepping on thick fallen leaves, making a rustling sound. The wind blew across his face, bringing a hint of coolness, mixed with a faint smell of blood, making him feel uneasy.

On the hillside behind the village, the vegetation was sparse, the rocks were rugged, and the ground was rugged. He carefully observed the traces on the ground, hoping to find clues left by the Rebirth Organization. The wind on the hillside was strong, rolling up sand and hitting his face, bringing a stinging pain.

On the hillside, Mark found messy footprints and some dark red bloodstains. The footprints were of different sizes and depths, and were obviously left by many people. The bloodstains had dried up, the color was dark, and mixed with the surrounding soil. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to find.

He climbed up along the bloodstains. The hillside was steep and rocky, and it was very difficult to climb. He climbed up carefully with his hands and feet, and the gravel rolled down the hillside, making a "rustling" sound. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, making his clothes rustle, as if he would be blown off the cliff at any time.

After reaching the top of the mountain, he found a cave. The entrance was not big and was blocked by dense bushes. It was difficult to find without careful observation. The disgusting smell of blood from the entrance of the cave further confirmed his guess.

He took a deep breath and walked into the cave carefully. The light in the cave was dim, the air was humid, and there was a strong smell of blood and rot, which made people feel sick. The walls of the cave were covered with strange runes, which were completely different from the runes he had learned before. They flashed with a cold light, as if telling some ancient and evil secrets.

Mark held his breath, his footsteps were as light as a cat, and the soles of his boots made almost no sound when stepping on the wet mud. He held the cold and rough cave wall and groped forward cautiously into the depths of the cave. The cave twists and turns, and the further you go, the wider the space becomes. Water drops from the top of the cave from time to time, making a "tick, tick" sound, which is particularly clear in the silent cave.

After walking about ten meters, Mark suddenly stopped. He squinted his eyes and vaguely saw something in front of him. He raised the dagger to his chest and slowly approached. After approaching, with the faint light emitted by the runes on the cave wall, he saw the scene in front of him clearly: dozens of corpses were lying on the ground, ragged, covered with scars, and had been dead for a long time.

Mark took a rough look and found that the wounds on the corpses were very similar to those on the wounds of the wounded he had rescued before, both of which were a peculiar triangular wound. He squatted down and carefully examined one of the corpses. The corpse had begun to rot and exuded a disgusting stench. He reached out and felt the carotid artery of the corpse, which had stopped beating.

Mark stood up, frowning, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He continued to walk deeper into the cave.

The cave became wider and wider as he walked deeper, and the air became more ventilated. After walking about a few hundred meters, Mark's eyes suddenly opened up. At the end of the cave was a huge cave. In the center of the cave was an altar, on which was placed a huge crystal ball. The crystal ball emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire cave. Around the altar stood a dozen men in black. They all wore the same black robes and masks on their faces, so their faces could not be seen clearly. One by one, dark monsters were distributed around to guard.