An Qingli followed an inconspicuous person to an inconspicuous place.
This Demon Slayer County actually has a market.
However, there are not many shops in the market here, probably because fights often occur, and shops are easily destroyed after they are built, so most of the transactions here are in the form of roadside stalls.
What was sold in the market were things ripped from the bodies of dead people, and some of the things were even stained with human blood.
Of course, there are also those selling magic beads and magic bones.
"Demon" is a general term, which is similar to the concept of "beast".
There are various forms of beasts, and there are various kinds of demons.
Some demons have hands, feet, noses and eyes, but it is not certain how many hands, feet, noses and eyes they have.
Some demons are a ball of gas, and most of the gas is black, but the blood demon, for example, is blood-colored.
There are also demons that are invisible, or even just a mass of energy, such as the inner demons that make monks blush.
Inner demons are born with some monks, and can affect the monk's cognition and judgment at critical moments, and may even kill the monk.
Most of the magic beads and demon bones sold in the market come from tangible demons.
Moreover, the bone-grinding magic beads here are extremely cheap. If the same thing is sold in Kaiyang Mansion, the price will increase dozens or hundreds of times.
No wonder some people always take risks and come here to buy things.
The little fox had never been here before and gave very little useful information. An Qingli was new here and didn't even know how far away the border between the Blood Demon Kingdom and the Qian Empire was.
In addition to selling things, the market is also recruiting soldiers. Anyone who is an adult human race can join.
Because of the constant war, there are many orphans here.
Those orphans who are helpless will also be sent to military camps.
The market is a bit depressing, but when there are more people, it is inevitable that there will be comments.
"Have you heard?" Several soldiers eating and drinking on the roadside shouted out while drinking strong wine.
"Master Bing, what's new?" As expected, people at the next table cheered.
One of the soldiers pretended to be mysterious and said: "I also heard that there is a Buddhist monk in our Demon Slaying County, and the superiors are trying to find ways to find him."
"What are the Buddhist monks doing here?" Someone laughed and said, "Here to save people, demons or ghosts?"
The noodle seller said: "As a Buddhist monk, of course he can survive all the spiritual things in the world."
The soldier general sneered: "I'm just afraid that if I have the chance to cross over, I won't have the chance to get back."
Everyone present smiled inexplicably. In this Demon-Slaying County, even the Immortal Lord had to leave half of his life.
After laughing, someone asked again: "What are you going to do with that eminent Buddhist monk? Capture him and banish him to the army, or offer him as a guest?"
"Tsk, tsk." The soldier chewed the big bone in his hand and said, "You must be doing some shady things here in secret. It is said that what is hidden is a high-level hidden fairy weapon, but no matter how high-level the hidden fairy weapon is, how can it be done?
Escape from the eyes of the princess?"
"Haha, how is this possible?!" Everyone present laughed loudly.
In a deserted place, Xiao Jintan muttered: "You are so kind to save people, but you have exposed your own strength. The other party is talking on the street, this is to force us to show up on our own initiative."
The little Pegasus shook her purple bangs and said angrily: "A conspiracy! This is an obvious conspiracy!"
An Qingli frowned.
These people must have known about the existence of the hidden space, but they did not know that it was a growth-type mustard space.
Otherwise, these people would not be so calm, and might seal off the entire territory, and the Immortal Emperor, as the head of the county, would personally search for it.
Even in the upper world, the Mustard Seed Space is an extremely rare thing that can attract the attention of the leader of a country, let alone the Immortal Emperor of a county.
In order not to expose the mustard space, An Qingli smeared it on his face, dressed up as an ugly woman with a sallow complexion, and appeared from a hidden place.
The mustard seed space and Dantian are completely integrated and extremely difficult to detect.
An Qingli was dressed in tatters and walked lamely in the market.
There are ways to change one's appearance in the upper realm, but in places where great powers appear, using magical tools, talismans, etc. to change one's appearance will easily attract attention.
If you apply the juice on it, as long as you don't look closely, you won't see any clues.
With proper makeup, it is not too difficult for a beautiful woman to become an ugly woman, and an ugly woman to become a beautiful woman.
An Qingli pretended to be a lame woman and walked around the market, listening to some news from the sellers.
The place is chaotic, and any pretty woman should not go out alone. Even if you are old and ugly, you still need to be more careful.
After wandering around for a few days, An Qingli heard someone mention "bad guy" several times.
"Bad guy?" The old woman dressed as An Qingli pondered, leaning on a crutch, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You guys always talk about bad guy, who exactly is that bad guy?"
The middle-aged man selling the goods should be a soldier who had taken off his military uniform. He was full of evil spirits. He showed his yellow teeth and smiled and said: "Old woman, don't think too much! It won't be your husband, nor will it be your son!
While you have the chance, go back to your hometown as soon as possible and don’t stay in Demon Slaying County!"
An Qingli, who was pretending to be an old woman, leaned on crutches and crouched, and wailed: "I didn't find my third egg, how could I bear it? I'm the only one."
"Your son's name is Sandan." The salesman said loudly again, "I know your Sandan. He is dead. He has been dead for a long time. Come back quickly!"
"Not dead! Not dead! Don't talk nonsense!" An Qingli beat the ground with a crutch in excitement, limped and left angrily.
The salesman looked at An Qingli's back and sighed sympathetically: "Poor old woman."
An Qingli wandered around the market for a few days, collected a lot of useful information, and decided to go to the border between the two countries.
A fierce battle broke out at the junction line.
There were countless casualties.
The barracks is recruiting people to handle the remains.
The human races who died on the battlefield came from every county, every state, and every prefecture.
Some state capitals have the custom of returning fallen leaves to their roots.
Therefore, if some of the bones are still there, they need to be groomed by special personnel, preserved in special coffins, and then sent back to their hometown at a selected date.
Some clothing and magical instruments are stained with demon blood and need to be soaked and cleaned with special juice by a dedicated person.
An Qingli followed a group of ladies in clothes and boarded a shabby flying boat to the border between the two countries.
On the flying boat, there were soldiers holding swords. When they had nothing to do, they asked: "Have you seen any bald monks recently?"
There is a reward for providing useful clues, so these men in military uniforms are also very enthusiastic.
An Qingli shook his head along with the women and replied: "Never."
The soldier was a little disappointed, and asked in a rough voice: "I haven't seen the monk, but have you seen that strange man?"
An Qingli followed the women and shook his head vigorously: "Never."
"Hey, this is strange." The soldier muttered, holding his sword, "He is a monk who can keep his composure."