This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Feng Yuan stumbled and hid in the underground sewer of the imperial capital. His chest gasped like an old bellows. He held on to the wet and muddy waterway with his hands and groped his way forward.

This is the sewer of the imperial capital, where the entire city’s domestic sewage and waste are stored.

The passage is about three meters high and circular in shape. The ground is covered with black water that has remained unchanged for years. It is foul-smelling and sticky, and can just cover the ankles of pedestrians. From time to time, there are many bloated rats and cockroaches running around gathering next to the garbage that has not been washed away by the water to feast on it.

Feng Yuan kept retching. Having lost his spiritual power, he could no longer maintain his cleanliness, and his so-called "immortal body" was inevitably contaminated by filth.

The stench in his nose and the hard or soft mud under his feet were simply the most terrible torture. Feng Yuan was devastated. His lips trembled and he kept asking himself why he had ended up like this? Was it really worth it for him to do this?

It is normal to have the idea of ​​retreating when faced with difficulties, and Feng Yuan, a disciple of Canglan Sword Sect, is no exception.

But every time he thought of this, he would once again tightly grip the sword in his hand. The dull pain from the metal scabbard would make him sober up a little.

He is a disciple of Canglan Sword Sect and must not retreat even a single step!

With tears in his eyes, Feng Yuan continued to move forward, one step deep and one step shallow, in this stinking place where all the filth of the imperial capital was concentrated.

He remembered that Senior Brother Li had said that the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance had a base in the sewers of the imperial capital, which could provide a place for them to recuperate when they were desperate.

His fellow disciples had all gotten separated, and he didn't know where to go, so he had to come underground to seek help.

Feng Yuan had to stop to catch his breath after walking a few steps. He had no idea what the poison needle was made of, and what evil magic was attached to it. He could feel that his life was slipping away. If he couldn't find a doctor to treat him, he would probably become an unknown corpse rotting in the sewer!

Thinking of this, Feng Yuan gritted his teeth, and continued walking forward despite the dizzy white light in his eyes.

From time to time he had to squat down to check the red mark hidden at the bottom of the cave wall, and then decide whether to go left or right.

"Quick! This way!"

Just as Feng Yuan was about to approach the stronghold, he heard shouting suddenly from the front. Startled, he quickly hid himself by sticking close to the wall of the cave and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement in front.

I only heard a dozen chaotic footsteps running from left to right in front of me, and there was also the faint sound of metal colliding.

Are these people from Daxuan? Why are they here? Did they find the base?

Feng Yuan was lost in thought, stretching his neck to try to see the scene in front of him clearly. Suddenly, there was a bang accompanied by the curses of the crowd. The sound then turned into the sound of various weapons colliding, as well as the chanting of spells and the sound of breaking through the air.

They still fought!

If Feng Yuan wasn't seriously injured now, he would definitely rush forward and draw his sword to help!

Feng Yuan closed his eyes in pain and clenched his fists against the wall. He tried to regulate his breathing and prayed that he would not be discovered.

"Reporting to the Punishment Bureau, the unknown cultivator has been brought to justice!" someone said.

Si Fa, who was wearing the clothes of Bu Tiansi and a black mask on his face, nodded indifferently, then waved his hand to signal everyone to evacuate.

"Master, shouldn't we take the things here with us?" asked a greedy monk.

The judge just said, "Burn them all. Their things are dirty."

The monk could only nod helplessly, pinched the fire talisman between his fingers, chanted a few spells, and threw it into the pile of things.

Under the illumination of the blazing fire, the sewer briefly became much brighter. Such brightness also allowed Si Fa to glimpse a strange black shadow in the passage beside it.

The moment Feng Yuan's eyes met Bu Tiansi's eyes, he knew that he was going to die here!

Si Fa sneered and said, "Well, there is still a fish that has slipped through the net."

Feng Yuan laughed out of anger. He didn't expect that after running for so long, he would end up being the one caught in the trap! He really walked into the trap!

With a look of sorrow, he drew out his sword and placed it across his neck. Whatever, whatever, he had known that this journey would be a life-or-death one, so in that case, he might as well end his life!

Monk Bu Tiansi's footsteps were getting closer, and he didn't have much time to hesitate.

He closed his eyes tightly and put force on his hands!

"Bang!" He felt a pain on the back of his hand. The sword that was about to strike his neck deviated slightly and only cut off a piece of his hair.

At this moment, something unexpected happened!

Several sounds of breaking through the air were heard from the front, and several cultivators fell to the ground one after another with a muffled groan. Then a strong wind blew up the stinking water that filled the entire waterway. The wind and water were wrapped in powerful spiritual power and bombarded the group of Bu Tiansi cultivators.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't know whether to advance or retreat, and they hesitated for a moment.

"Hmph! Pretending to be a ghost!"

As soon as the punishment officer took a step forward, the surging stinking water suddenly stopped in the air and retreated in the blink of an eye!

Sifa took out his magic weapon, the Banner of Judgment, and nailed it in front of him. A light red ripple spread out in a circle, surrounding himself and his men behind him.

Those monks just had a bout of mysophobia and didn't react in time. Now they all took out their magic weapons and were ready for battle.

There were several more sounds of breaking through the air. This time, they were prepared. A cultivator pushed out with one hand and blocked all the flying hidden weapons. He looked closely and found that they were five silver needles wrapped in black air!

As for those colleagues who were attacked by surprise, because the enemy was in the dark and we were in the light, they were hit in the acupuncture points and were killed in one blow!

"This is... the ghost needle of the Qingzhou evil ghost! This person is insidious and vicious, and is best at using the ghost needle to take people's lives from thousands of miles away!" This cultivator had been exiled for several years, and after returning to the imperial capital, he was indeed knowledgeable and recognized the moves at a glance!

Seeing that his identity was exposed, the "Qingzhou Evil Ghost" couldn't help but laugh out loud. This man's androgynous, sinister laughter kept echoing in the narrow sewer, really like a deadly evil ghost.

The punishment officer pulled out the whip from his waist, swung it vigorously in the air, and said coldly: "What are you laughing at?"

The Qingzhou evil ghost laughed and said, "I laugh, you are all my good slaves."

"what!"

The judge was shocked, but it was too late!

His body began to shake uncontrollably, he stretched out his hands, raised his legs... just like, just like, a puppet on the stage!

"Gee, gee..." Si Fa was forced to turn around. The devilish voice of the Qingzhou evil ghost sounded again, and this time, it was next to his ear.

The Qingzhou evil ghost laughed and said, "Good slave, here, only seven people can survive. Guess who they are?"

Si Fa had a high level of cultivation and had not yet lost his will. The evil ghost from Qingzhou wanted him to watch helplessly what a tragedy in the world was!

A monk from the Bu Tiansi staggered and grabbed his hair, trying to lift his head from his neck; another monk used his fingernails to rip open his stomach, pulling out his intestines and internal organs while laughing...

Si Fa's eyes were bloodshot as he watched. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the Qingzhou evil ghost's control, but it was impossible.

Despair, pain, and wailing resounded throughout the underground, and blood and organs fell into the dirty, smelly water.

This is the carnival of evil practitioners, this is the culmination of the silk-pulling technique!

“Exactly, when…” Si Fa’s face was covered with tears. He had no idea when exactly they were controlled by the evil cultivator.

"Of course it is, the mystery hidden in a drop of water." Before Sifa's consciousness dissipated, the Qingzhou evil ghost mercifully solved his doubts for him.

The Qingzhou evil ghost walked out with the evil cultivator who wielded the fan. It hooked its finger, and Feng Yuan, who was hiding in the other side of the passage, also staggered out with a frustrated look in his eyes.

It let out a cry, surprised that the man's consciousness had disappeared before he even took any action.

The Qingzhou evil ghost placed his skinny hand on Feng Yuan's forehead, as if he wanted to confirm something, but suddenly he felt something and said anxiously: "Someone is coming again, hide quickly."

The two of them took Feng Yuan, who did not belong here, away from the depths of the still burning waterway. The controlled Si Fa threw an explosive talisman expressionlessly. In the violent explosion, all the evidence and suffering disappeared from the world.

At this moment, in addition to the two evil cultivators, there was another person who knew the truth about the waterway.

That was An Ling, who was secretly following the evil ghost of Qingzhou.