Reward and punishment envoy

Entering the mist, Du Yuan's eyes became hazy, his vision was less than five paces, and the gravel road under his feet suddenly became muddy and difficult to walk. There was also the smell of blood and carrion in the air, which made his scalp numb .

Not only that, Du Yuan's spiritual consciousness penetrated into these fogs, as if entering a quagmire, the deeper it got, the thicker it became, not only it was impossible to detect, but it was also difficult to withdraw.

Now Du Yuan seems to be blind and deaf, only the disgusting smell surrounds him, and people's minds keep flashing horror pictures of such a smell.

Out of trust in his subordinates, Du Yuan touched the token on his chest, swallowed, and walked forward.

After a while, a few green will-o'-the-wisps floated closer from the mist and circled around Du Yuan a few times.

In a blink of an eye, the fog cleared.

Looking at the bloody full moon in the sky, Du Yuan knew that the ghost market had arrived.

"Handsome guy! Why are you here alone!"

When Du Yuan just stepped into the market, a group of Yingying and Yanyan surrounded him in all directions.

They are half-naked, with heavy makeup, beautiful appearance, and graceful figure, all of them are comparable to brothel courtesans, like Yan Zu's meticulously cultivated Wei family ghosts.

You can imagine that the whole body is covered with beauties, but you can't feel a trace of weight, which makes you completely immersed in the ocean of beauties as if you are weightless.

Yes, this is definitely another kind of extreme pleasure, which makes Du Yuan, who is already unclean with six senses, excited.

"Hahaha, I finally stole my father's token, so I can sneak here to see and see."

"My young master, I didn't bring anything tonight, I only brought spirit coins, it depends on what method you use, take them away!"

When Du Yuan lost his mind, he came to his senses, quickly entered the underworld, calmed down for a while, and then returned to consciousness.

Pretending to be a playboy who sneaked here, he waved out a large handful of spirit coins.

Seeing the spirit coins, the female cultivator of the colorful ghost was so excited that she flew up one after another, took the spirit coins floating in the air into her body, and then wrapped them around Du Yuan's body.

"Hee hee, don't worry, young master, in the ghost city, no matter what you can think of, or what you can't think of, there is everything, and you will be satisfied."

It's useless for ghost cultivators to ask for spirit coins, and they can't open the storage bag, but they have their own ghost domain space, but the space is not large.

It is because the Sanxian Bank opened in the interior, so the ghost cultivators needed to trade spirit stones for cultivation in the ghost market were forced to switch to spirit coins.

After the ghosts confirmed that Du Yuan was a local tyrant, they surrounded him and floated in mid-air, visiting the ghost market.

In the ghost market, there are not many tourists, and most humans wear masks, and those who don't wear masks will change their appearance.

Perhaps, they still have some sense of shame in their hearts, so they dare not show their true colors to others.

But those monsters in human form and semi-transfigured form have no such scruples.

This is the scene where Du Yuan truly sees the coexistence and common prosperity of all races.

"Fresh blood..."

"Roasted brain flowers..."

"Couple chops..."

“Char Siu Bun…”

……

As they went deeper, they passed one after another stalls selling all kinds of ghost repair delicacies and commodities.

Beside the stalls, there were also utensils made of bones, devouring ghost cultivators, humanoid monsters, and masked people who were in the same boat.

Those gorgeous ghosts hanging on Du Yuan's body were salivating, but Du Yuan could only forcefully suppress his nausea and anger, and gave out spirit coins to pay for them.

"Master, you should try it too. Meat is the best delicacy in the world. Once you have eaten it, you will never forget it."

A piece of food that made Du Yuan's stomach churn was brought to Du Yuan's mouth by Yan Gui.

"Take away the stinky meat that begs for food. I can eat it as soon as I want it. It's big, springy and fresh!"

Du Yuan suppressed his nausea, with a lewd smile on his face, and stretched his hand across Yan Gui's chest.

"Damn it, you like the big ones!"

"Don't worry, we have everything here."

Afterwards, Du Yuan was taken to a mill with fences.

In those pens, not only human men and women of various ages were imprisoned, but also various humanoid monsters.

A big butcher-like man in an animal skin apron, with his back to the door, sat on a large millstone, carefully polishing his left hand that had turned into a metal hook.

"Choose what you want, and explain what you want first, and you can't change it after you use the knife."

The big man heard someone coming in, and without turning his head, he directly opened his mouth to announce the rules.

Hearing this, Du Yuan looked at the gorgeous ghost on his face in surprise.

"Hee hee, young master, although we can enter your sea of ​​consciousness, you can enjoy your soulmate without hurting your body."

"But the feel you want still needs to be solid."

"Here, you can ask Boss Tu to change the appearance and figure of these women, and we will take them away."

"Afterwards, you can play however you want. If you die, we will change your body."

When Yan Gui introduced Du Yuan, a regular customer walked in with a picture of a beautiful woman.

The butcher looked at the picture, then went to the fence where the women were being held, grabbed a woman with a hook, and put it on the meat case.

Then, right in front of everyone's eyes, he raised a ghost-headed machete, and slashed at the chopping board.

Accompanied by the screams, a living person is like a clay sculpture, carefully carved by others.

At this time, the poor woman was still conscious, but she had no strength to howl, so she could only silently endure the Ling Chi-like torture, hoping that death would come soon.

Wait until the woman becomes a concave and convex work of art.

The butcher jumped onto the chopping board, stood still, sank into his dantian, and vomited on him.

A lump of white jelly was spit out by him, and then he rubbed it with his hands.

Finally, the butcher presses on the appropriate eyes.

It took less than half a stick of incense before and after, and after the butcher puffed up his chest and blew a breath towards the clay sculpture, a peerless beauty trembling all over appeared there.

The erotic ghost next to the regular customer immediately got into the eyebrows of the beautiful woman on the chopping board.

After the beauty trembled violently, she slowly opened her eyes.

Not caring about the exposure of the jade body, she stretched lazily, then twisted her body gracefully, and fell into the embrace of the regular customer.

"Fairy Yun, you are mine tonight."

The regular customer hugged the beauty in his arms tightly, and didn't dislike that the skin was the vomit of the butcher just now. He greedily sucked it and let the other ghosts take him away.

"This kid, I don't think it's disgusting. I don't want to touch this fat man's vomit."

Seeing this, Du Yuan guessed what Yangui brought him here for, and immediately said arrogantly.

"Hmph, bald boy, there are too many things in this world that you can't touch. Only people like Lao Tzu can satisfy your wishes."

"Go away, when you come to beg Lao Tzu in the future, the price will be doubled."

The butcher seemed to be used to encountering this kind of thing, and he was not angry, but just let out a cold snort and drove Du Yuan away.

"Master, if you want to be cheap and have fun, you can only rely on Mr. Tu."

Yangui is used to all this, but she is a little bit sorry, after all, this is the accompanying project that they earn the most.

"Cheap!"

"Does this young master seem short of money?"

Du Yuan's aura of a local tyrant was exposed, and he frantically swayed the spirit coins.

His purpose is to go to the power center of the ghost city, find out the specific strength of the ghost city, and then find a way to occupy the magpie's nest.

"Ah! Master, you are so rich."

"We will take you to the Demon Palace."

The ghosts fluttered with the spirit coins, and stuffed the spirit coins into their ghost domain space up and down.

Then happily carrying Du Yuan on his back, he went deep into the ghost market.