We agreed to practice martial arts, why the hell can you explode stars with one punch?.

The two demons held the old man's middle finger in the corners of their mouths, chewing it carefully and sucking it slowly, as if there was endless delicious food in it.

They chatted while.

Leave.

While admiring the deliciousness of human beings.

He also lamented the tiredness of collecting the bodies.

Qin Feng silently watched the two monsters walk out of the alley and leave.

The light from the upper city stretched and distorted the figures of the two demons, making them indescribable. The two rows of leaning dangerous buildings were shrouded in this indescribable shadow, appearing so humble and insignificant.

The tenants living in the dilapidated building are sleeping soundly.

I don't know at all.

The two monsters outside could easily take their lives.

After the two demons collected the corpse, they left.

But that doesn't mean they don't want to eat people.

They just know...

The humans crammed into these two dilapidated buildings were all crops waiting to be harvested. And where would these crops end up? Inevitably, absolutely... in the granaries, and in the mouths and stomachs of countless monsters.

"This damn city..."

"Damn Upper Town..."

"Damn... demon..."

Qin Feng couldn't help but clench his fists.

But I had to slowly let go.

He didn't expect that.

About Xia Qingchuan.

There is actually a secret story about the "monster-killing weapon".

Xia Qingchuan's gentle and somewhat shy smile emerged in his mind. He could hardly imagine what kind of mentality and determination Xia Qingchuan had in the past when he planned to popularize "demon-killing weapons" in the lower city, intending to awaken the resistance spirit in the bones of the people in the lower city.

but……

The people of the lower city have been kneeling for too long.

When they had the chance to stand up, the first thing they did was to point the guns at themselves.

"The people in the upper city are certainly hateful."

"But are the people in Xiacheng really that helpless?"

Qin Feng shook his head.

Get rid of all the distracting thoughts in your mind.

No matter what.

He is not Xia Qingchuan.

Not that noble either.

What he cares most about now is to improve his strength and become a powerful warrior.

In this cannibalistic world.

Only strength.

It is eternal!

"Continue to collect the dead demon god eggs."

"Oh, right, according to what the banshee said, completely dead eggs that have lost their vitality can be made into 'monster-killing weapons', but the weapon's formula has been lost."

"But in the underground base, perhaps I can find this lost formula from Xia Qingchuan's many notes?"

Qin Feng had no intention of popularizing weapons to kill monsters.

He wanted to use it for himself.

If you ever encounter a monster that you can't deal with, this monster-killing weapon can at least be used as a trump card.

……

after an hour.

It was almost two in the morning.

Whether the bodies of delirium patients are on the streets, in alleys, or in garbage dumps, most of them are scattered here and there.

But a little adds up.

The number is quite large.

At present, Qin Feng has collected thirty-six dead demon god eggs.

And twenty-two useless dead eggs that have completely lost their activity.

For the convenience of distinction.

Qin Feng simply changed its name to "Corrupted Egg".

This "corrupted egg" will automatically rot and decompose after a period of time, emitting a strange fishy smell. Qin Feng does not intend to use it to feed the Dragon Spirit Ginseng Fruit.

He had previously left a secret body in the underground base.

As early as an hour ago.

He had already consciously controlled his hidden body to quickly read through Xia Qingchuan's notes, but he had not gained anything yet and had not found the formula for the "monster-killing weapon".

"The funeral parlor in Bailang District is just ahead. Tsk, it's just as I expected. The demonic aura is really thick, and the air is filled with that special 'smelly' smell of demons."

Qin Feng fully activated his "hidden" skill.

Looking at a building in the distance.

The building was built in an ancient summer style.

In the fox demon’s memory, the courtroom was also full of the ancient style of Yanxia. It seemed that the demons in Canglang City liked this style very much.

However, although Bailang Funeral Home has an ancient style, it gives people a very new feeling overall.

Obviously routine maintenance and repairs.

It looks rich at first glance.

The living conditions at Bailang Funeral Home clearly surpass those of most downtown residents, and are probably even inferior to the downtown mansion of Mr. Liu from the Rising Sun Behemoth Factory.

"This Bailang Funeral Home is the demon's stronghold. On the surface, it seems that the security is not strict. There is not even a security guard at the door."

Qin Feng observed carefully.

There were some doubts at first.

But then I figured it out.

Which person from the downtown area is so blind as to sneak into this funeral home for no reason?

Huh?

Why do I feel like I'm scolding myself?

cough cough...

All in all, most people would definitely avoid this funeral home. The demon made it his stronghold, so there was no need to worry about anyone causing trouble, and naturally there was no need to set up any guards.

"Go in and have a look."

Qin Feng observed it several times.

Make sure there's no threat.

There is no demon or god power protecting it.

He first left a hidden body far away as an anchor to ensure that he could move back anytime and anywhere.

Immediately, he used all his strength to activate the "hidden" skill.

Walk into the funeral home.

"Hiss... so cold!"

The temperature in the funeral home dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant. It was already a cold winter season, but the temperature in the funeral home was even lower, like an ice cellar.

"Did they use some special method to reduce the temperature on a large scale?"

"After all, if you want to preserve human corpses as 'food', you need to keep them at low temperatures, otherwise they will rot quickly."

Qin Feng walked around quickly.

I found that there was no one in the funeral home.

even……

Not even a body.

"There's no body?"

Qin Feng frowned.

But then he seemed to realize something:

"Could it be that it's not stored in the material plane, but in... the inner world of the etheric plane?"

Something moved in his heart.

There seemed to be a strange charm in his steps as he took a light step forward.

hum!

Space in the eyes.

It rose up like ripples.

The next moment, the scenery in Bailang Funeral Home suddenly changed, revealing a pale and sad red strange world.

pat!

pat!

It seemed as if raindrops were falling from the sky.

It fell on Qin Feng's forehead.

"Ok?"

Qin Feng touched it, his pupils shrinking slightly, "Is it blood?"

Blood-red raindrops seeped out from the ceiling and kept dripping. The funeral home in the inner world still looked like a funeral home, but the temperature had dropped several degrees. The entire building was filled with snow.

The white snow was soaked with droplets of blood.

It was a bit dazzling and sad.

"This doesn't seem to be blood. It doesn't have that distinctive bloody smell. Instead... it smells like a chemical reagent. Is it some kind of preservative chemical?"

Qin Feng sniffed it.

Very pungent.

Can't help but frown a little.

He raised his head and looked at the ceiling:

"This blood-like antiseptic chemical liquid is seeping from the ceiling. Is there something perishable placed in this ceiling?"

"Also, why is the etheric inner world of the Bailang Funeral Home so covered in snow? Even if it's freezing cold, this is inside a building after all. Can it snow indoors?"

Just when I was feeling strange.

Qin Feng's eyes moved.

Seems to have noticed something.

His figure flashed.

Hidden deeper.

at the same time.

There was a sound of a cart being pushed.

"crunch..."

"crunch..."

The cart seemed to be very old, making a harsh and rasping friction sound. In Qin Feng's field of vision, he saw a figure slowly approaching, pushing a cart specially used for pushing corpses.

The cart was covered with a white cloth, and there seemed to be something placed on it, somewhat like the outline of a person.

But this person's outline is a little small.

And behind the cart.

Except for the figure pushing the cart.

There was also a tall figure with his hands behind his back. This figure was wearing a black dress with a white apron wrapped around the outside. He looked like a woman with a high bun.

between walking.

The woman suddenly spoke:

"Please remember, the person we are going to meet later is an officer from the human Yanxia nation's warrior army. Although this officer has been beheaded and his body destroyed, he still has strong vitality."

"Don't get close to me easily."

"The last little demon like you was eaten by that human warrior officer because he got too close. Remember, remember, don't get close. Do you understand?"

The little demon pushing the cart nodded:

"Listen clearly."

"but……"

"Aren't we usually the demons who eat humans? How come it's the other way around now, with humans eating demons?"