This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

In that huge explosion, except for a few people who were still conscious, the rest were buried in the marshland under the imperial capital along with the flames and air waves.

There was not much methane accumulation in the original temporary camp of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, after all, there were still people living there. However, the second deafening explosion produced a strong chain reaction. The flames licked several nearby passages. The open flames encountered the methane that had accumulated in the sewers for many years, which became the source of the subsequent explosions.

The earth-shaking explosion almost caused the underground sewer to collapse. The ground of the entire imperial capital was shaking wildly, and everyone heard the earth-shaking series of loud noises!

The houses were shaking, the ground was cracking, flames were gushing out of the sewers, and the scorching air waves mercilessly burned anyone who dared to get close. The smell of rotten eggs lingered in the streets of the imperial capital. This smell was engraved into the human body's instinctive disgust and also represented poison.

Biogas is often mixed with hydrogen sulfide, which has the smell of rotten eggs. When exposed to low concentrations, it will cause local irritation to the respiratory tract and eyes. If people are in a high concentration biogas environment, they will experience central nervous system symptoms and suffocation symptoms.

Under the guidance of the imperial capital's garrison and the land surveyor, everyone covered their mouths and noses with wet towels and took refuge in houses in an orderly manner.

They wore masks with talisman paper on them. These talisman-shaped masks were developed by the rationalist masters of Shanhai Academy, and they could isolate most toxic gases.

At this point, they finally remembered the benefits of Shanhai Academy, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Fortunately, we didn't let the adults take these things away, otherwise we would be in trouble today." A land surveyor touched his mask and smiled bitterly.

His colleague sighed and whispered, "You shouldn't say that. We can't decide what the people above us think."

"I am just being pragmatic," said the land survey supervisor. "They also built the sewers, and they have the blueprints. If we hadn't driven away the people from Shanhai Academy, we wouldn't be helpless on the ground now."

"There's also this thing called biogas. I heard about it from a teacher I know. She said that biogas must be discharged and processed regularly, otherwise it will cause an explosion. Oh! If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"

The two men stood dozens of meters away from the sewer entrance and talked in low voices. For a moment, the atmosphere was a little stagnant.

It’s not that they are lazy and unwilling to go down to repair the damage, but that they simply don’t know how to deal with such a thing. If they go down rashly, wouldn’t that mean death?

Even though they were working for Daxuan, they were not so eager to die!

An armored soldier from the Imperial Capital ran over. His steps were unsteady and his eyes were a little confused. The Land Surveyor saw that he had run over without any protection and quickly took out a symbol-shaped mask from a wooden box. He hastily covered the young man's face and said angrily, "You fool, are you really going to die?"

"Hoo...Hoo..." The soldier breathed hard. The mask blocked the poisonous gas and made it difficult for him to breathe. He saw that the adults in the land surveying prison were wearing this thing, so he guessed that it must be a good thing, so he was eager to take it off. However, the land surveying prison stopped him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing that the master had asked him, the soldier clasped his fists and answered respectfully, "Your Excellency! My Commander Lin wants to inform you that Feng Changsong and others have successfully escaped from the waterway, and that the waterway was just a methane explosion, and that we only need to maintain order."

The two land surveyors looked at each other and asked, "Are you from the army? Which camp do you belong to?"

The soldier raised his head suddenly, and answered without shame, even proudly: "Tianxing Qi Family Army!"

"Oh, it's that Lin." Hearing this, the two land surveyors instantly lost the desire to talk and waved their hands, saying, "Okay, I get it, you can go back!"

"Sir, this mask..."

But they had already turned and left, waving as they walked away, saying, "Keep it."

……

On the other hand, it turned out that the Bu Tiansi who wiped out the Wanxian League's stronghold in the underground waterway was named Feng Changsong. At this time, he was covered in wounds and sat in the temporary camp built by Lin Mu with a sour face. He pointed at Lin Mu who was kneeling in front of him and said angrily: "What do you mean by this?"

Lin Mu knelt on one knee with his fists clasped. Although he had gained some weight, he was still calm and composed. He said slowly, "Sir, you cannot leave until the people from Bu Tiansi arrive."

Feng Changsong seemed to be irritated by him. He wanted to stand up, but fell back on the camp bed due to his injury. Seeing him like this, Lin Mu said repeatedly: "Sir, this is the rule that the masters of Bu Tiansi told me. Anyone who comes out from underground must..."

“How dare you!” Feng Changsong’s eyes condensed, and he stretched out his right hand in a claw shape, and with a vague grip, he pinched Lin Mu’s neck in the air, and lifted Lin Mu from the ground. Looking at Lin Mu who was struggling, he tilted his head and sneered, “You are worthy of it?”

Lin Mu's face turned red, and it was unclear whether it was because he was pinched or because he was angry. After he rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue and was almost strangled to death by Feng Changsong, Feng Changsong finally let go.

He looked at Lin Mu collapsing on the ground, gasping for breath, and finally calmed down a little. He waved at Lin Mu and said, "Go away."

Lin Mu knew that what this judge with a bad taste wanted to see was him lingering on and begging for mercy, but he refused to do that.

Lin Mu got up from the ground, first straightened his clothes, then held his head high and chest out, and walked out.

Seeing this appearance, the evil ghosts from Qingzhou hiding among the remaining few Bu Tiansi monks gnashed their teeth, wishing they could immediately tear out this man's heart and lungs to relieve their depression.

Several invisible silk threads were entangled between its fingers. It was multitasking while controlling the actions of this group of Bu Tiansi monks.

But it knows very well that those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters. Now is not the time to reveal its identity. It has more important things to do.

It, Shan Gu Zhenren, and the kid from Canglan Sword Sect were all secretly arranged by it to be the identities of Bu Tiansi monks. As long as Feng Changsong was not discovered, they could directly sneak into the heavily guarded White Tower. By then...

The Qingzhou evil ghost glanced at the Fan Gu Zhenren beside him without leaving a trace. Was this fool afraid that others would not see that he was a spy? He stared at the soldiers passing by all day long, as if he wanted to eat them alive.

This person will never amount to anything. After completing that task, he will...

The Qingzhou evil ghost looked at the stupid Feng Yuan on the other side and thought to himself that he had finally captured a living person from the Immortal Sect. It was not before that the people from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance came to attack it, but they all committed suicide when they were about to control it. It was such a waste. Fortunately, this kid had a weak mind and became stupid when scared, so he had one more puppet for nothing.

If it weren't for his identity as a swordsman, the Qingzhou evil ghost would really be unwilling to use the silk pulling technique to help him sew his body.

Thinking of this, the Qingzhou evil ghost couldn't help but smile slightly. This silk-pulling technique is truly a magical technique with endless wonderful uses. That damn old Wuqiu was only using the tip of the iceberg. He could use the silk-pulling technique as the foundation of his cultivation and study it carefully. He would surely achieve great success!

The few of them kept calm and waited in Lin Mu's military camp for a long time before Bu Tiansi finally showed up.