After saying that, Zhao Hongying jumped up and stepped onto the steel rope.
Immediately, he glanced sideways at Feng Wuchen: "Let's go!"
"..."
The two passed the tightrope and soon arrived at the small island.
As soon as we landed on the island, a strong smell of blood hit us.
The smell entered his nose, and Feng Wuchen closed his eyes subconsciously, but at that moment, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, as well as thousands of dead souls, struggling in the bustling city in front of him.
This sense of oppression stemming from death is indeed a bit like the eighteen levels of hell.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
At this time, Zhao Hongying's voice reached his ears, and Feng Wuchen was brought back to reality.
He pretended not to have any problems, shook his head, and chuckled: "It's okay! Let's go..."
After entering the city, Feng Wuchen saw clearly the numerous blood debts under the bright lights.
On both sides of the road, there were stalls with human heads hanging everywhere, and the screams of humans and alien species could be heard all the time.
After bursts of screams, Feng Wuchen gradually realized the true meaning of Jiang Hua's sentence: In a ghost city, people are not as good as ghosts.
Here, humans and alien species live in incomparable "harmony".
The streets were bustling with people, and the aliens and humans coming and going were all in peace.
On the same street, but only a few feet away, someone disemboweled the alien species, made elixirs, and sold them openly.
There are also alien species who decapitate human beings, remove their hearts, and make delicacies for people to taste.
At this moment, Feng Wuchen completely understood that the real opposition was not race at all, but class!
"ah……"
At this time, a woman's scream came into my ears.
Feng Wuchen turned his head following the sound, only to see that on a high platform somewhere, several humanoid aliens were stripping off a human race woman's clothes and tying her to a wooden stake, while one of the alien men was using a red-hot soldering iron.
, smiling ferociously while scalding the woman’s lower body.
The woman was in heartbreaking pain, and when her facial features were distorted, she let out a piercing scream.
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However, the crowd of spectators kept cheering, and among them, there were actually many human men...
One of the human men waved his palm and threw a Heavenly Spirit Crystal onto the high platform.
"Stop trying to impress me, let's get something exciting!"
The aliens on the stage put away the Tianling Crystal excitedly and nodded quickly: "Hey...hey, here it comes! Here it comes! Then you might as well guess, how long can this woman last before she dies?"
"Hey! I bet half a stick of incense!"
"Then I'll bet a stick of incense!"
"One and a half pillars..."
"..."
For a moment, a crowd of humans and aliens were seen throwing the Tianling Crystal onto the ring.
At this moment, in their eyes, the woman on the stage did not seem to be a living life, but a sieve that had not yet been opened.
Seeing the madness on those people's faces, Feng Wuchen's expression changed again and again, and a nameless anger gradually burned in his heart.
"Hey! Did I warn you before coming here? Don't mess around here..."
Feng Wuchen looked at Zhao Hongying beside him and said nothing!
"Don't watch anymore if you can't stand it! Come back to Zhao's house with me as soon as possible! What you see now are all extremely common things in a ghost town. They not only torture the weak for fun, but also use it as a gambling game. There are all kinds of bets.
How much can a person weigh if only his bones are left? Betting on whether the fetus in a pregnant woman's belly is a boy or a girl; betting on how long a woman can survive being raped by a group of alien species... There are even sometimes special killing competitions... But at the same time!
The human race is also using almost the same method to kill alien species! Here, you'd better forget that you are a human race, otherwise, the further you go, the more you will be unable to stand it..."
Although Jiang Hua had been vaccinated with him a long time ago, he was still shocked when he saw this scene with his own eyes.
"Ghost town...it really lives up to its reputation!"
Feng Wuchen took a deep breath and said: Keep walking!
"..."
Along the way, Feng Wuchen saw all kinds of hell on earth. On the surface, he was hanging out with Zhao Hongying, but secretly, he had activated Yiqi Sanqing to go out incarnate to find out the news about Emperor Xiyan.
However, in this ghost town, Yun Niang's green lantern also lost its effect.
No matter how hard he urged, Di Xiyan was nowhere to be seen.
In desperation, Feng Wuchen could only find out the news through the humans and aliens in this ghost town.
Half a day passed, and Feng Wuchen recalled his incarnation, but nothing was gained.
This ghost town is quite big inside!
If we keep searching like this, we don’t know how long it will take to find Di Xiyan!
Thinking of this, Feng Wuchen rubbed his temples, thoughts racing in his mind.
"When you entered the ghost town, you seemed to be looking for something or someone?"
Feng Wuchen didn't reply.
At this time, Zhao Hongying said again: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, but my Zhao family has some eyes and ears in the ghost town. If you are willing to tell me, maybe I can help."
After hearing this, Feng Wuchen hesitated for a long time, but he also understood that there was no better way to deal with the current situation.
So he said: "I'm looking for someone! A woman! She entered the ghost town about two days ago, and... she also has some kind of token in her hand!"
The woman frowned: "Is she also an outsider?"
Feng Wuchen nodded: "Yes!"
"Are there any more concrete clues?"
Feng Wuchen shook his head: "No more!"
"Okay!" Zhao Hongying thought for a moment, then changed direction: "Come with me, I will take you to meet someone!"
"..."
After a while, the two came to a secluded alley somewhere in the ghost town.
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At the end of the alley, Zhao Hongying knocked on the door of a certain room.
"Crunch!"
The door opened, revealing an almost disfigured face.
"Zhao family?" The man didn't move his mouth, but an old man's voice came out from his throat.
When asked, Zhao Hongying nodded: "Zhao Hongying! I want to ask Senior You Zhong about someone!"
The old man pondered for a while and said, "You should know my rules."
The woman nodded: "Understood! I will send someone to deliver ten pairs of bones if they are broken tomorrow!"
"Hey...come in!"
The two of them immediately entered the old man's house.
As soon as he entered the house, Feng Wuchen smelled the tangy aroma of meat.
Looking around, I saw a casserole burning in the center of the room. In the casserole, some kind of meat was being stewed.
When the two of them entered the room, the old man took out two porcelain bowls and handed them to them, and said gloomily: "I don't have much to entertain guests here. I just stewed a pot of good meat. Let's just have a bowl."
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Without waiting for Feng Wuchen to say anything, Zhao Hongying refused: "Junior will not eat the fireworks of the ghost city. I accept the kindness of senior!"
"Oh……"
The old man smiled coldly and put down the porcelain bowl in his hand without any force.
Then he rushed to the back room.
"Then wait a moment and I'll go get what you want!"
"..."
As the old man left, Feng Wuchen frowned slightly, walked to the side of the casserole, and nodded.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but at a glance, he almost vomited out his last night's meal.
I saw a complete eyeball floating in the casserole. After long-term stewing, it had become unrecognizable.
On the side of the eyeball, there is a head as big as a fist. Judging from its appearance, it is undoubtedly that of the human race.
This pot of meat is stewed with people!
Chapter completed!