Sheng Lingyuan didn't move, and he tilted his head to look at the Luotuo man walking less than an arm away from him. The man looked around everyone around him quietly and took off his watch - there was an ancient brass compass hidden on the back of the watch.

The compass' pointer moved slowly and pointed at Sheng Lingyuan. Just as it was about to stop, Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly. The compass seemed to be suddenly frightened, and the pointer turned like crazy. The desire to survive exploded, and he became a miniature fan.

The man may have never seen such a reaction from the compass. He was surprised and showed a slight doubt. At this time, someone shouted softly not far away: "'Mr. Nian', it's early."

When Mr. Nian turned around, he saw a man wearing a big sun hat behind him lifting the brim of the hat upwards, revealing a pair of fox eyes and a red tattoo on his forehead. He was a woman with a hooked look, smiling and releasing a big charm to Mr. Nian.

However, Mr. Nian was confused and ignored her. He put on his watch coldly, turned around and walked towards the vegetable market without saying a word.

The woman didn't care and followed her step by step. A strange fragrance flowed out of her body, rubbing across Sheng Lingyuan's nose.

"Fox Clan?" Sheng Lingyuan quietly adorned the two people, and his eyes fell on the woman's back: this woman was clearly the same as the people in "Qingpingsi". The blood that the ancestors had mixed with was infinitely diluted, and her body was no different from that of a mortal. However, the demonic aura on her body was astonishingly strong. After five or six steps, the fox aura on her body made Sheng Lingyuan feel a little troubled.

The breath is not matched with the roots and bones. It is either to take over the body or... it is she who used some forbidden techniques to purify her demon blood.

The human race has unified the world for three thousand years, why are there still people who are not good and have to lean against the beast?

With these two people leading the way, it saved His Majesty a lot of time. Mr. Nian and the female fox walked through stalls of all sizes and came straight to a garbage dumping spot in the south of the vegetable market. The taste of the vegetable market itself was already very "moving", and this place was even more a poison gas center. People who deal with the garbage were coming and going, and bypassing this area as much as possible.

"Even though they are all covered with the blood of gods and demons, they are forced to live in such a place... this world." The female fox sighed faintly, stood in front of the innermost trash can, and took out the key from her pocket. There was a half-inch square silver card on the key ring, swaying in front of the trash can, and a small hole in the trash can was shot out red light. With a "squeak", a manhole cover in front suddenly slid away to the side, and there were stone steps below. The smell of corruption and a faint voice came out of it, "Do you please?"

Mr. Nian was welcome, and he lifted the hem of his long windbreaker and walked down first with a familiarity.

Through a step, you will reach the tunnel underground. The tunnel is very twisty, with several doors. When you enter, the smell of the garbage dump has been completely isolated. Several clusters of aromatherapy are burning, and a cool fragrance is flying out. The underground world is actually very spacious, with about ten acres, with several narrow paths for people to pass through. There are narrow roads on both sides of the stalls and small compartments - at first glance, it looks similar to the vegetable market on the ground.

There are only sparse night lights in this underground market, illuminating the goods on the stalls. Whether it is the buyer or the seller, they are shameful, hiding in the darkness, revealing only a contour, like a bunch of ghosts and monsters.

Sheng Lingyuan glanced at the stall closest to him and sold some badly-quality jade and silverware. The corpse smell had not dissipated, so it should have been dug out of the grave. Further ahead was a small stall selling blood, with a pile of large bottles and small jars on the stall, which read "One fake will pay for ten percent of the blood of a boy or a girl". There were also two wooden carvings poked behind the stall, stretching their arms full of needle holes. Due to the poor carving work, the villain's expression was ferocious, like a pair of little ghosts asking for their lives to the guests.

Mr. Nian and the female fox looked straight and walked to a small compartment in the corner. As soon as they stood still, they heard a hoarse voice inside asking, "Who?"

The female fox laughed and opened her mouth and made a strange sound.

Sheng Lingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard it - this is the official speech of the demon clan three thousand years ago.

But the female fox just imitated it bluntly. The mortal range was very narrow. Many voices in the demon language were not only unable to be heard, but even could not be heard. Although the female fox was strong in the demonic aura, it was still human. A demonic word was out of tune. Sheng Lingyuan didn't understand it very much. He could only barely tell that there seemed to be words like "true god" and a few numbers inside.

As soon as she finished speaking, the wooden door of the compartment opened from inside with a "creaking" sound, Sheng Lingyuan laughed silently - the aura of the witch man curse covered by the vegetable market became instantly obvious, and more than one person in the compartment had touched a human-faced butterfly.

It turns out that it is hidden here and it takes no time to get it.

There were several layers of sound-proof and light-proof talismans stacked on the door of the small compartment, and a line of blood words on the door panel read: Uninvited people will die.

There is an altar directly opposite the door in the compartment, which houses a strange animal statue - a dragon head, a bird's wing, a snake body, a tiger's tail, and a mouth full of desire.

The one who opened the door was an old man with a stingy look. He looked at the two of them and said, "Kneel down and come in."

The female fox knelt down without hesitation, kowtowed to the "Siwei" on the altar for a few times, and crawled into the door almost in a posture of five bodies. The light from the compartment illuminated the door, and saw two rows of small spiders on the door frame, both of which were only half an inch in size, lying there motionlessly. At first glance, it looked like two rows of decorative carvings. The door was covered with spider silk, and it was flashing with ominous blue light. It should be a poisonous substance sealed by blood.

Only a large dog hole is left at the bottom for people to walk through.

From then on, those who enter and exit the door must bow their knees and crawl in.

Mr. Nian paused subtly until the person who opened the door had already looked at him, then he took off his coat, folded it and placed it at the door, took off the metal piece from his neck, stuffed it into the pocket on his shirt, and then leaned over and knelt into the door - I don't know how he knelt, even though he was lying on the ground, his back was still straight, not embarrassed, and he could not feel his awe of the "God" on the altar.

The old man who opened the door was quite dissatisfied with his posture and snorted coldly. As soon as he entered, he brought the door heavily.

Sheng Lingyuan walked over with great interest and saw that the door panel was full of sinister patterns.

"Oh, it's a gangrene."

The so-called "gangrene" is actually a very ancient anti-gangrene magic array. Once the magic array is formed, the door can only be opened from the inside, otherwise it will be eroded by gangrene.

It seems that since the day this place was built, there have been people taking turns to guard it.

Sheng Lingyuan smiled, then he arrogantly ignored the gangrene, pushed the door open a small crack, followed him sideways, and as soon as he touched the door, there was a knife blade on his neck, and his head and neck were separated in an instant!

Sheng Lingyuan didn't know the pain, and his face remained unchanged. The next moment, black fog emerged from the crack of his bones, blocking the blood that had not been sprayed out, and re-adhesively bonded the wound. As for the deadly spider silk at the door, it was not as toxic as the black fog on his body. The spider web was corroded as soon as it touched the black fog. The two rows of spiders seemed to be frightened, and the wood was on the door frame and did not dare to move.

He was beheaded and stuck his head back again, but in the lightning, the blind tricks on Sheng Lingyuan were not at all disturbed. In the eyes of the people in the room, it seemed that the door was just not closed and a crack was blown open by the wind.

In addition to the female fox and Mr. Nian, there were three or four people in the room. The air was cold and wet in late autumn. These people were wrapped in broken cloaks, without tables, chairs and benches. The "cloaks" knelt on the ground around the altar. Like the female fox, they were all humans, but they all had a choking demonic aura on their bodies.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand to wipe off the residual blood from his neck, saw the "god" on the altar clearly, and suddenly his face showed a strange look.

This "Four-Dislike" is actually his old acquaintance - his old enemy during the Great Melee of Jiuzhou, the demon king Jiushen.

A group of people, who bluntly imitated the official language of the demon clan, worshiped the old demon king who had passed away three thousand years ago... what's wrong with it?

Sheng Lingyuan casually licked the blood from his fingers and glanced at the people next to the altar. If it were three thousand years ago, these people would have been broken into the city by a car and killed the nine clans.

The female fox stood up and covered the door she had bounced open, and the chills rose on her back for no reason. She looked around for a moment, but didn't see any abnormalities. She couldn't help complaining: "Several people, it's good to prepare a few warm babies. The room is so cold, how can you entertain distinguished guests?"

The old man who opened the door for them just now said hoarsely: "Anyway, you're about to leave Dongchuan, so make do with it."

"I've miscalculated it," the female fox also knelt down at the altar, "I originally thought that as soon as the human demon came out, Dongchuan would not fall into our hands? Who knows where the foreign aid from the lackeys of the alien control bureau came out, and the human demon summoned by the Yinchen Saint was burned by them without even finding one of the waves - I said, Yinchen Saint wouldn't have made a mistake? Is it really a human demon like this?"

A cloak beside the altar replied: "The sacrifices and operation methods of each gloomy sacrifice are very different. After all, this thing has been lost for thousands of years. Although we have obtained the "oracle" and restored the gloomy sacrifice manuscript, the understanding and operation are inevitably biased. Besides, this human demon is said to be a clan leader called the "Witch Man Clan" in ancient times. He became a demon because of his extermination. He did not make any achievements in his life. When he was unjustly killed and fell into a demon, he seemed to be underage. He may not be able to fight. Moreover, the sacrificer and the summoned demon should have the same origin. The witch man has been destroyed. We can only use a counterfeit and shoddy product marked with the "Butterfly Curse". The sacrifice may not be successful. Just treat it as accumulating experience. There will definitely be no problem next time... Isn't it, Mr. Nian?"

Mr. Nian did not kneel down, nor did he say he wanted to greet the people in the house. He leaned against the corner of the wall and poked. Hearing this, he did not answer and stretched out his hand: "I'll save you gossip. I'm here to get the goods, have you brought the things?"

The cloaks looked at him with all kinds of gazes full of malice, and one of them said sharply: "Oh, you are such a top-notch person! You are not too rare to be with us mice - why do you pinch your nose and go into the sewer?"

Mr. Nian's dark eyes fell on the provocative cloak, and the atmosphere became increasingly unfriendly.

The cloak stood up, approached him, and spat viciously: "Lucky, senior man, please be clear about it. Now you are begging us to put on airs and give us...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, the other daggers on his waist suddenly jumped up, the blade deformed, and the two tongues stretched out, wrapped around the cloak's own neck. The sharp blade pressed against his carotid artery. The cloak had not sucked it in one breath, and the blade had cut through the skin, so he hurriedly held his breath in horror.

Mr. Nian was calm and slowed down his speech, repeating word by word: "I said, did you bring something?"

The room was silent in an instant. One of the cloaks quickly took out a small pottery box from his body and pushed it to Mr. Nian's feet two meters away.

This year, Mr. Nian stretched out his foot to step on it, leaned over and picked it up, lifted it up and took a look. He nodded bluntly: "Thank you."

The female fox quickly smiled: "Mr. Nian, they are all their own people. My brother said the wrong thing, you..."

Mr. Nian's eyes slashed over her, and like a blade, frozen the smile on the female fox's face. Then he turned around and opened the door and walked out without saying a word.

Then several cloaks jumped up in panic, carefully pinched the blade, and loosened the unlucky guy who was wrapped in the neck by the "knife snake". One of the cloaks was afraid that Mr. Nian would not go far away, so he dared to mutter in a low voice: "This betrayal dog! If the sacrificer of the gloomy sacrifice must have the same origin as the devil, he would have to use him, he would not have thought of walking out standing up today... Huahu, what else are you looking at? I have never seen a man, and I can't take my eyes open if I look like a little bit of a dog!"

"No..." The female fox, Huahu, said blankly, "Did he just... just now walk out?"

As she said that, she carefully opened the door and looked at the door: "Where is the spider web?"

Sheng Lingyuan, who was watching coldly in a corner of the room, raised his mouth. Just as the tricks on his body had passed the time limit and his body slowly appeared in the darkness.

But before he could get out of the dark shadow, he suddenly felt something, paused slightly, looked up at the ground.

The next moment, a hoarse alarm suddenly sounded in the underground secret cave below the vegetable market-

According to the addresses assigned by Yuedegong's illegal disciples, dozens of plainclothes Fengshen special forces raided the vegetable market and surrounded the area where the underground black market in Dongchuan was located.

Xuan Ji is a frequent visitor to the vegetable market. He is not cramped in such a place. He picked up a cigarette and swept the price codes of each stall as if he was wandering around, sighing: "This place is lower than Yong'an. I knew I would be better off in the south. Apart from the lack of heating, there was no problem at all."

Wang Ze couldn't help but look at him. Mr. Wang usually looked at him, but he was actually a careful person. He had noticed that Xuan Ji had no smell of smoke. When arranging a stay, he asked him if he wanted to have a smoking room. He said "all" casually. When he was on a business trip, he didn't have the habit of bringing enough cigarettes. Wang Ze saw him buy this box downstairs of the hotel. In summary, Wang Ze felt that Xuan Ji should be the kind of "social smoker": he could pose, but he was not addicted to it. He would hold one to show his sociableness. In a smoke-free environment, he did not lack this mouth.

But today, it took less than 40 minutes to get from Dongchuan Branch to the black market. He had already lit three cigarettes. People who are not seriously addicted to cigarettes should not be this frequency. I wonder if it was an illusion, but Wang Ze always felt that Xuan Ji's aura was much more depressed than when he first met a few days ago.

Although his style of dealing with people has not changed, his eyes are subtly different, and Wang Ze doesn't know how to describe it. He just felt that a few days ago, Xuan Ji gave people the feeling that his attention was always "outside", and his eyes would flow with the wind. Even if he was silent, he was observing something with interest. Recently, especially today, Xuan Ji's attention seemed to suddenly be retracted, and he had something to do in his heart. The thoughtfulness made him feel indescribable sense of alienation.

Wang Ze quipped a little jokingly: "Director Xuan, your cigarettes are a bit fierce these two days."

Xuan Ji vaguely spitted out the cigarette, his eyelids drooped: "The pressure is like father's love... the mountain is so big. You said that I used to be very good at doing in a small business of ordinary people. Why can't I think about it? I just started working for less than a month and I worked more overtime than in the past six months. I was almost nervous - hey, your second captain has already been in the sky? Perspective eyes are so convenient."

To deal with this underground world, the perspective eye is equivalent to a human flesh scanner. At this time, Gu Yuexi was flying over them in a plane, implementing strict "security inspection measures" on the Dongchuan Vegetable Market. Through layers of disguise, she saw the underground black market structure clearly and quickly drew drawings to her colleagues on the ground.

Wang Ze made a gesture, and the wind gods were drilling in all directions like fish.

In less than three minutes, the Wind God team members, as the pioneer, had placed special blasting equipment on the array eye at each exit of the black market. The countdown was three times, and four or five array eye explosions were exploded at the same time. The light and sound of the explosion were all locked in the barrier. The people in the vegetable market were ignorant, and only the fish-raising water in the aquatic market shaking gently for a moment. All the live fish instantly gathered in the bathtub away from the direction of the explosion. A fishmonger went down to catch the net and blinked blankly.

This made the alarms in the underground black market sound wildly, and all the demons and monsters hidden in the dark were alarmed. After coming back to their senses, they ran away in a group. Sheng Lingyuan said "tsk" and was too lazy to compete with the descendants of the contemporary "Qingpingsi" to win over people. Then he quietly retracted his hand, added a trick on himself, and wiped the panicked female fox out of the door.

Fengshen’s special fieldmen illuminated the underground black market, and the light penetrated Sheng Lingyuan’s body and continued to move forward without any curling. As soon as Sheng Lingyuan came out of the small compartment, he saw Mr. Nian’s body covered with a layer of metal, which poked quietly on the corner of the street like a bronze statue, and his breath was as converged as a dead object.

Feng Shen Fieldman who came to sweep the raid was actually cheated. He thought he was a decoration and moved the "bronze statue" out as an unimportant contraband. He piled up blood bottles with boys and girls who "false one and one and ten" and happened to be staggered with Wang Zexuan Ji and the others.

Taking advantage of the fact that Feng Shen, who was guarding the contraband, turned around, Mr. Nian quickly took off the metal skin on the surface of his body, turned into a steel knife and flew back to his boots. In the blink of an eye, there was a bronze statue missing in the pile of debris.

Mr. Nian mixed into the crowd, put on his coat while walking, took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put it on the bridge of his nose, calmly breaking away from the encirclement of Fengshen.
Chapter completed!