After studying for a moment, Wu Chong saw something.
This box is also a pollutant!
He finally understood why he had been unable to open it before. This was a thing more terrifying than the night demon. He couldn't even deal with the night demon, so how could he deal with the pollutant? But this pollutant was different from what he had seen before. The oil lamp that arrived and the green bottle that was used when Jiang Xiao was surrounded and killed were different. There was no trace of pollution on the surface, and it looked just like an ordinary box. Even ordinary people would not be affected if they touched it.
After discovering this, Wu Chong felt that this thing was extremely hot.
Are any pollutants harmless?
This question is like "Are there any wild animals that don't eat humans?" The answer can be guessed without even thinking.
So what suppressed the source of this thing's pollution, and what was its purpose?
No matter which answer it is, it is still a hot potato for Wu Chong. If someone else has designed it for so long, if they find that their design has been destroyed, they will definitely come looking for it.
Wu Chong doesn't think he can deal with an existence that can suppress pollutants now.
Judging from the energy level of the monsters in this world, Pollutant is a monster one level higher than Night Demon. Now he can't even deal with Night Demon. If he encounters a powerful person who can suppress pollutants, he will most likely be in trouble. .
"Get rid of it quickly."
After discovering this, Wu Chong went out immediately.
After changing into the most common look among knights, he turned around and went to Fangshi.
Heifang City in Bailu City.
After hanging around in this place for so long, Wu Chong also roughly knew some of the ways. After spending a little money, he found out about the largest black market in Bailu City - Ghost Market. After arriving at the connection point, he passed some slang judgments. , the guide took him to the top of a well.
"I won't give it away."
The guide said in a hoarse voice.
Compared to Wu Chong, the guide's attire was even more concealed. He was hunched over and almost as if his whole body was wrapped in black cloth, making it impossible to tell who he was.
But that's okay, it's the most convenient place to handle hot things.
Go down the well.
Wu Chong stepped on the ground and discovered that there was a cave underneath the well.
The area is almost equivalent to an independent small space. This kind of craftsmanship does not look like something that ordinary forces can do. Maybe there is the power of Penglai operating behind it. But it is just right for Wu Chong, the black market The greater the power, the more it can help him ward off disasters. It didn't matter if the box wasn't opened before, but now that the box is open, the person behind him must have sensed it, and maybe he's already on his way over.
Before that, you have to get rid of this thing, and then it will have nothing to do with him.
Wu Chong stood next to the black soil and waited for about ten minutes. An old man holding a bamboo raft rowed over from the mist.
"Ten taels for the boat."
There was a dim yellow oil lamp hanging on the bow of the old man's boat. Under the light, his whole person looked a little ferocious, especially his eyes, which gave the impression of a dead corpse.
"Let's go."
When Wu Chong came over, everyone who led the way told him, so naturally he wouldn't cause trouble for such a small amount of money.
After paying the money, the bamboo raft moved under my feet.
The old man rowed very fast, and in a blink of an eye there was no trace of the black earth he had previously stood on. Both the man and the bamboo raft were lost in the mist. Wu Chong tried to close his eyes and sense it, and found that the mist actually had the effect of isolating perception, even if he The three skills combined into one can only sense a distance of about five meters, let alone the water under the feet. The water here is like an isolation body, and it is completely impossible to see through the things inside.
"It's better for the guests not to look around."
The old man rowing behind suddenly spoke.
"A ghost market has its own rules. Knowing too much is not a good thing sometimes."
"What are the specific rules? I wonder if the old man can tell me."
Wu Chong took out a silver note worth one hundred taels.
Money can make the world go round.
He couldn't believe that he couldn't get any useful information for ten times the ship's price.
"I can't say it, I can't say it."
The old man grinned, and the fog became lighter at this time.
Wu Chong, who was standing at the bow of the boat, had his pupils shrink slightly.
Who is this rower?
It was clearly a piece of wood covered in human skin. From the damaged forehead, he could still see the gears rotating inside.
Is this what was talking to me just now?
"Sorry, the skin fell off. Didn't you scare the guests?"
The old man rowing seemed to have noticed it, so he just reached out and took out a piece of skin, put it on the damaged area like a plaster, and then continued rowing.
"It doesn't matter."
Wu Chong turned around, feeling a little interested in this ghost market he had heard about for the first time.
This old man rowing the boat is not a human being at all.
But it's not a night demon, let alone a pollutant, but something he has never been exposed to before. This is a product that can only be found in the world below the sun. Since he came to this world, all the people and forces he has come into contact with, including those
All enemies live on the yang side. This 'yang' is an adjective, and correspondingly, this world also has a 'yin' side that ordinary people don't know about.
This area is inaccessible to ordinary people. Wu Chong also relied on Lao Wangtou's sign to find the guide. There seemed to be some consumption of favors. But it didn't matter to Wu Chong, he owed Lao Wangtou.
Favors are no longer just one or two. At worst, I can wait until the future to support the old man until his death.
There was silence on the boat.
The speed of the bamboo raft is getting faster and faster, but there is no difference between standing on the boat and on the flat ground, and you can't feel the slightest bump.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly the bamboo raft trembled.
"Guest, we've arrived."
The old man rowing the boat behind him spoke again.
Wu Chong lowered his head and looked forward, and found that there was an extra road under his feet, a black path that was exactly the same as the black land before.
After landing on the shore, the bamboo raft behind me quickly disappeared, and soon it disappeared, leaving only a foggy gray sea behind.
No source is known, no end in sight.
After walking along the path for about five or six minutes, the fog suddenly dispersed.
A street appeared in front of Wu Chong.
There is actually a complete street under the dry well in Bailu City!
"Sir, would you like to buy some crops?"
As soon as Wu Chong entered the street, someone came over to say hello. What he was selling was the 'crops' he had seen at Mr. Yue's house before.
Behind this man, there are seven or eight large iron cages filled with people.
There are also a few thugs who are dealing with the "crops" that have starved to death, throwing them away casually, just like throwing away garbage.
"We have dedicated personnel to clean up the malnourished weeds."
Sensing Wu Chong's gaze, the man quickly introduced him.
Wu Chong ignored this person and continued walking along the street. In the process, the demonic power on his body emerged little by little, shrouding his clothes, making him look exactly like other people visiting the ghost market.