Devour

"Don't play for too long and forget about time. You are the future Son of God. Starting tomorrow, practice is the serious business. I'll spray them with some dream fragrance to prevent them from doing anything else like they did in the car."

After Pan Zhonghan finished speaking, he took out a bottle of medicine, pressed the bottle cap mechanism lightly with his finger, and sprayed it into his sleeve. There was a secret hidden inside.

Then he shook the sleeves of his long robe, and the tied-up Lu Miaoting, the human-shaped smoker and Hei Long fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Wang Xiongwu did not forget to flatter him: "Master Uncle Jingli's Qiankun technique is superb. The three of them combined have no power to fight back."

Seeing this, Cheng Bai secretly became alert: "This old man surnamed Pan has profound cultivation and mastered the secret art of space, which is not easy to deal with. There is no need to fight him head-on. I will wait for an opportunity to rescue him."

Pan Zhonghan casually placed the bottle of Mengmeixiang medicine on the table beside him, took out a Xumi mustard seed, collected the man and two monsters on the ground, and handed it to Wang Xiongwu, saying, "The monster-binding rope is a heavenly-grade magic weapon made of silk from the heavenly silkworm, and the Xumi mustard seed is a good-quality spiritual weapon. They are all new and must be collected after processing. We will each take half of the proceeds."

Cheng Bai could see clearly that the Dream Fragrance was made from the branches and leaves of the Dream Vine. Those who were taken advantage of would be forced into hypnosis for eighteen hours, entering a dream and wandering in their trance. Even if their heads were chopped off, they would appear unaware. If it fell into the hands of an evil person, the harm would be very serious.

It was not originally used to plot against others. It is very helpful and valuable for those below the Earth Immortal level to use it with the help of certain cultivation techniques to enter dreams and seek the way. However, it is of no use to those above the level of Loose Immortal. The fruit of the Dream Vine can be refined into a dream-interpreting pill to eliminate the effect.

"The disciple understands."

Wang Xiongwu was left penniless after the Yanbo Tower bill incident. He was quite jealous of the good things he saw one after another, and praised them repeatedly, "Master, you have many magic weapons and rich experience. Can you give me some worldly money?"

Pan Zhonghan was slightly stunned, and asked curiously, "Didn't you go to collect the sect salary?" He took out some broken gold ingots and gave them to him, saying, "Silver is cheap and has long been useless. You can spend some gold."

After a while, he actually forgot about the Mengmeixiang on the table, turned around and went into the house and sat cross-legged in silence.

Wang Xiongwu put away the Sumeru mustard seeds, smiled with an air of familiarity, opened the door and walked out.

"Mr. Wang, you are here too?" A greeting came from another courtyard nearby, and an acquaintance walked over.

Wang Xiongwu took a look and saw that it was Duanmu Qi from the Dongsang Sword Sect. He hurriedly saluted and said, "So it's Brother Duanmu. Is your sect also here to challenge the Ladder of All Things?"

Cheng Bai took the dream incense on the table while he was talking to someone, and followed him quietly.

Duanmu Qi said, "Brothers from other sects all came along. Thanks to Senior Brother Xu Buwei, he is ranked the highest and is able to stay here. With so many people sharing the expenses, it is more cost-effective than if we came alone."

Wang Xiongwu secretly envied him and said politely, "It is rumored that Xu Buwei has the Pure Yang Sword Body, right? He is the candidate for the Holy Son of the Zhongji Yuquan Sword Sect, travels all over the world, and has abundant resources. He is admirable." He said happily in his heart, "I will surpass him soon."

Duanmu Qi asked, "Mr. Wang went out alone tonight. Could it be that he was going to the sewer?"

Wang Xiongwu smiled knowingly, closed the door, turned around and invited him, "Brother Duanmu did not stay in Donghua Continent to challenge the Heavenly Ladder, but came all the way from Donghun Country a million miles away. I can tell at a glance that you are a fellow traveler. Do you want to go with me?"

Cheng Bai secretly wondered in his heart: "Is there more than one Ladder of All Things in the Five Continents?"

Duanmu Qi was delighted to see Wang Xiongwu inviting him, and said, "I am not familiar with life, Mr. Wang's words hit the mark. Please come in."

Cheng Bai followed the two men and thought to himself, "You are lucky. It is inconvenient for me to do anything with someone around. I will deal with you when we get there. Since you paid the bill last time, I will spare half your life."

Wang Xiongwu walked ahead along a winding road, passing through the busy city streets, turning into an increasingly narrow maze of alleys, and walked into a large and old slum house with ease.

As evening approaches, the afterglow of the setting sun shines down, illuminating the mottled years of this place.

Everywhere you look, there are piles of garbage, occasional stains that look like feces and urine, a foul odor, and an extremely dirty and messy scene.

The passers-by looked at them as if they were zombies, as if they did not see the two people striding past. Some of them showed half their bodies and giggled silently, some half lay on the ground smoking, and some trembled all over as if they were possessed by evil spirits.

Wang Xiongwu ignored him and led the way through several small rooms crowded with dozens of people and into a large room at the back.

Sitting inside was a burly man with scars all over his face, ragged clothes, and smoking a long pipe.

When the man saw Wang Xiongwu and Duanmu Qi come in, he pointed the cigarette butt in his hand at the table in front of him, where a tattered old bamboo dustpan lay.

"Brother Duanmu, I will pay for the sewer tolls for the people. For two people."

After Wang Xiongwu finished speaking, he took out a few pieces of loose gold given by Pan Zhonghan and threw them into the dustpan. A small piece rolled out from the broken part of the dustpan and fell to the ground.

A dark head suddenly popped out from under the table. One hand grabbed the broken gold ingot and held it tightly in the palm, while the other hand firmly grasped a cow-ear dagger.

It turned out to be a skinny boy with skin as black as charcoal, about fourteen or fifteen years old. He tilted his head back and grinned, revealing a mouth full of teeth that looked like an old wooden comb with the teeth missing. The few remaining teeth were incomplete and darker than charcoal, and there seemed to be fat termites wriggling inside, which was chilling.

Wang Xiongwu and Duanmu Qi could almost smell the stench emanating from his mouth and actually felt a sense of danger.

Is this black guy a killer?

The scarred man kicked the dark-skinned boy and drove him back under the table, saying nonchalantly, "The sewer is behind, go in and don't make trouble."

Wang Xiongwu said nothing and took Duanmu Qi straight to the door behind the scarred man.

Just as he was about to enter, a dark-skinned young man suddenly jumped out from under the table, holding a sharp cow-ear knife and stabbed Wang Xiongwu in the back.

Wang Xiongwu's cultivation was much higher than his, and his consciousness sensed the change, and his face turned ugly. Duanmu Qi was shocked to find that something had changed, and quickly stepped aside.

The two turned their heads and saw that the tip of the black dagger in the dark-skinned boy's hand had accurately nailed a fly, and he looked very proud without saying a word.

The scarred man gave the two of them a smile that was uglier than crying, and explained, "Don't be nervous, Ruyu only listens to me. He won't let go of any outsider who enters the sewer without permission, even if it's a fly. If he really wants to kill someone, even those who are two levels higher than him can't save their lives."

Wang Xiongwu was in doubt and looked at the dark-skinned boy who had retreated under the table. He thought to himself, "How could a young man who is at most at the Return to Roots Realm make me feel so scared? Where did this kid come from?"

Duanmu Qi glared and cursed inwardly: "How can you still be called a beautiful woman when you look so humble?"

The two men were unwilling to stay, so they quickened their pace and entered the sewer one after the other.

Cheng Bai followed them stealthily, and was almost shocked when he thought he was discovered. He thought, "This guy is a natural killer. How could he be hanging around in such a low-class and messy place?"

Continue walking down, the passages are crisscrossed and interspersed in an orderly manner, which is more complicated than the maze alleys on the ground. When you walk out of the narrow passages, you will see a different scene.

After a long period of excavation and construction, the underground facilities of Yinsheng City have been developed into an amazing underground market. Monks from all over the world and different races have come here from afar to gather here, and all kinds of shops and stalls that are rarely seen in the mortal world are everywhere.

In this so-called "sewer", the flow of transactions is no less than that of a prosperous market, but there is no obvious noisy shouting and arguing. Most of the people are not ordinary people, and there are many who hide their heads and faces. They come and go silently, with their own purposes, and are busy with unknown secrets.

Cheng Bai followed the two people into a shop with a wide storefront. The name of the shop could not be found anywhere. Above the door hung a strange sign that looked more and more like human skin. It had a colorful pattern of six fluttering wings on it, which was particularly eye-catching.

Wang Xiongwu said: "This is the branch of the Guile Society. There is no need for a name. As long as you see the Guile mark, you will know it is their place."

Duanmu Qi said, "I have heard a little bit about it."

A strong smell of blood hits your nose as you enter the store. Various kinds of skin are posted on the walls of the shop, ranging from light to dark, from rough to delicate. Cheng Bai suspects that they are all human skins.

What attracts people is not the leather, but the various mysterious patterns embroidered on the leather. All of them are exquisite rune arrays, containing unfathomable power.