I do not know how long it has been.

Xiao Ran hugged Ling Zhouyue and passed through the extremely twisted underworld space, sliding from the snow mountain to the foot of the mountain, drifting from the stream into the lake, and came from the human world to hell.

Wuyan City.

A small alley that is not busy.

A black fog suddenly appeared in the middle of the alley.

The black fog slowly dispersed.

In place, two figures appeared.

Are there any cultivators coming?

Passers-by took a closer look and saw that there was a man and a woman, both wearing Zong Zhishan's special disciple uniforms.

Her body shape and appearance are all good, especially the woman's beauty and grace, she shines in the world like a fairy.

"I thought it would never arrive..."

Ling Zhouyue stretched out her waist, her body tightened to reveal her plump charm, her delicate and plump facial features were fair and slightly reddish, her fairylike appearance was stunning, and she was full of energy, just like a flower that had been watered for thousands of years and bloomed once.

On the other hand, Xiao Ran...

There really wasn't a drop left.

He quickly took medicine, and it was not until the tenth pill that he absorbed the spiritual power and medicinal power of one pill.

The remaining nine were all absorbed by the surrounding mist.

There is no way, this is the body of the Great Underworld, and it would be good for cultivators who rely on spiritual power to survive for the time being.

Fortunately, Xiao Ran's cultivation level was low, and Uncle Yinyue's elixir was powerful enough. He only absorbed one pill, which allowed him to recover enough physical strength.

The whole figure seemed to be inflated and looked much better.

Only the bags under her eyes still have a faint ring of eye shadow, and her waist is also a little sore.

"How many days has it been?"

After stretching, Ling Zhouyue drank as usual to clear his mind.

"If there is still time, it should be noon on the fifth day."

Xiao Ran looked around.

There was no one in the alley.

Except for the extremely thin mist floating in the air, it was no different from usual.

Because in the Great Pluto, the sun is gone.

Relying on the thin dark mist to shine by itself, it is gray and does not distinguish between day and night.

After staying there for so long, I couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality.

Different from the weird gray mist of Xiaowu, this is a kind of fog that makes people very comfortable, but also subtly drains your strength.

Ordinary people don't feel anything special except for a little addiction and lethargy.

Because the spiritual power dissipated too quickly, the cultivator had goosebumps all over his body and felt dizzy as if he had lost too much blood.

"Has it been four days?"

Ling Zhouyue continued to drink, her eyes were as clear as still water, and her expression was slightly gloomy.

"Sorry, I was delayed for too long on the road and couldn't let you see hell."

Xiao Ran looked around.

Some shops were robbed, some houses were burned down, some bodies were strewn with corpses, some were humiliated and then dumped...

After living in the mortal world for three years, Xiao Ran saw the most terrifying scene before, which was the ghost eating people.

But in the underworld, the great underworld uses the underworld mist to digest human power, just like boiling a frog in warm water, and it doesn't look that scary.

It's scary when people eat people.

"You can imagine hell even if you haven't seen it."

Resisting the urge to feel sick in his heart, Xiao Ran calmly walked down the alley towards the main street.

Ling Zhouyue picked up the pot and followed him, saying comfortingly:

"Fortunately, mortals still have a few months to a few years to live. After getting through the initial madness, most people will calm down."

As Ling Zhouyue said, the most terrifying time has passed.

After the wildest storm at the beginning, most of the survivors kept their doors and windows closed, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha at home, and occasionally heard children crying.

In the Age of Ending Dharma, mortals also have some understanding of the underworld. Although they know that they will not die immediately, the Taoist Alliance has no power to save everyone, let alone the sect.

Someone has calculated it.

In the underworld, every time a mortal is rescued, it usually costs twice as much spiritual power as a Qi Refining Monk, and there is also a certain risk of death.

And in the Age of Dharma Ending, among 10,000 ordinary people, not even one Qi Refiner can be found...

Therefore, most people accepted their fate.

Xiao Ran and Ling Zhouyue were walking in the alley, and the mortals they met stared at them blankly, their eyes dull and dull, and few of them were hysterically begging the immortals for help.

However, as the two got closer to the main street, there were more and more people in the alley, and some people actually came to try their luck and ask for help.

Some said that their ancestors left treasures, some said that there was a spiritual stone mine at home, and some said that their wives and daughters were very beautiful...

Among them was a haggard couple, which caught Xiao Ran's attention.

The couple waved and shouted to Xiao Ran in a dark alley.

"Immortal, please stay."

The woman walked closer, with an alert look on her face, and asked Xiao Ran and Xiao Ran calmly.

"Do the two immortals have children?"

Xiao Ran:

"?"

Ling Zhouyue almost spit out her wine, but when she saw Xiao Ran's confused expression, she suppressed her laughter and took another sip of wine.

He deliberately put his arm around Xiao Ran's shoulder and said:

"You don't have any children yet, what do you want?"

What does it mean not to have children yet?

Xiao Ran was speechless and too lazy to explain.

However, because cultivators are too old and have different physical constitutions, not every Taoist couple can have children.

The woman said:

"If you two don't have children yet, and I have quintuplet girls at home, don't worry about us. I just hope that you can take the babies out, feed them, and work as cows and horses."

The man was in the corner, opening the sack.

There were five girls huddled inside, all only three or four years old. Their faces were bruised and swollen from being beaten, and there was no time to clean up the blood stains.

Seeing Xiao Ran and the other two, the five of them were trembling with fear instinctively and remained silent.

Xiao Ran's heart was suddenly pricked.

He knows that children are most naughty when they are three or four years old, and they cannot calm down all day long...

In order to avoid being discovered by gangsters when they were running around and screaming, the couple often beat their children at home, and even threatened them.

Because the couple understood that it was better for the child to be beaten and frightened to the point of losing his mind than to lose his life.

Xiao Ran waited for a long time before saying to the couple:

"Take care of your children. We are direct disciples from Zongzhi Mountain. We will find a way to save everyone."

The couple's faces suddenly sank and their hearts dropped. They quickly picked up the five children, hid them in a tight seal and left.

Obviously, they have heard this impossible empty talk many times.

Xiao Ran stood stunned at the entrance of the alley, unable to get up without a breath.

He had long heard that there were rumors about eating children to practice cultivation.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It’s just in peaceful times, no one is really crazy enough to believe this kind of thing.

But in the underworld, if you don’t believe the rumors, it doesn’t stop you from giving it a try...

Ling Zhouyue has seen worse hells, and this kind of childish thing has long been unmoved.

He could understand Xiao Ran's reaction and said comfortingly:

"The underworld is an alienated small world. It takes too long before a person dies. What he can think about is okay, but there are many people who can't think about it and go to extremes. Anything can happen... Fortunately, there are no people above the foundation building level in the city.

High-level monks, otherwise they will definitely go on a killing spree before they die, and some may even use seals to refine sentient beings, causing thousands of miles of bloodshed and devastation."
To be continued...