Zhang Wujiu leaned on a simple wooden cane and covered his right eye with a cloth cover as he approached the archway of the Sheep Slaughter Market.
Blood accumulated at his feet, flowing in all directions, and gurgling into the dark soil. Bodies lay scattered on the ground, and the blood-stained clothes fluttered in the morning wind, like torn tattered flags. These were the slaughterhouses.
The "reptiles" outside thought that Zhang Wujiu could be bullied because of his disability, and were slaughtered.
Glancing at the mummy hanging on the eaves of the building, Zhang Wujiu flicked his robe sleeves disdainfully and walked into the sheep slaughtering market. Although he was seriously injured and had a broken leg and his right eye was blinded by the breeze, he was still fully clothed.
The pure and majestic pure Qi of the Jade Emperor Xuan Qiong is still there. It’s just a wilderness town where snakes and rats are rampant, so I don’t take it lightly.
He walked straight ahead without any hesitation. From the tomb-like adobe village beside the road, several barbarians with oil-painted faces rushed out. Before they had time to speak, they fell to the ejection of the Jade Emperor Xuan Qiong's pure air.
The piercing horns sounded one after another, and the barbarians roared, led the mastiffs, and drew their bows and arrows... "Boom", the light was dazzling, and the huge Nantianmen Dharma statue fell from the sky, reducing the entire village to rubble.
The strong smell of blood wafted out, broken limbs and bones were everywhere, and flesh, bones and skin turned into mud.
"You are a pariah!" Zhang Wujiu shook his head and walked away.
The morning sun was rising, and the crowds on Daotou Street were getting thicker. Zhang Wujiu could not help but cover his mouth and nose when he smelled the various strong smells coming to his nostrils. Shops were opening their doors one after another, and he could hear the creaking of rusty iron doors.
I am upset. The top priority is to find Qingfeng and that boy to avoid future troubles.
He glanced around, walked into the restaurant opposite, frowned at the oily and smoky tables and chairs, and shouted: "Have a bowl of the best noodles, use the cleanest bowls and chopsticks! If there is tea, it's best--" He
I was waiting to say more, but when I saw the waiter grinning with yellow teeth and gaping teeth, I suddenly felt uninterested, and it felt dirty to say a word to such a pariah.
"Your guest just came from outside, right? According to the rules of our sheep slaughtering market, you have to pay money first to eat." The waiter took a look at Zhang Wujiu from head to toe. Is this a fat sheep or a river crossing?
Dragon?
"Rules?" Zhang Wujiu sneered, "A group of barbarians, ants, insects, and rats, are they worthy of telling me the rules?"
The waiter chuckled. This guy looked very impressive, but he turned out to be a fool. "My guest does not know, the rules of the Sheep Slaughter Fair are set by the four bosses, and the younger ones don't dare to make decisions on their own. You see,
He nodded towards the skeleton pit in the center of the street and said, "Those who don't follow the rules are all lying there."
"Pa!" The waiter's Heavenly Spirit Cap cracked and he fell to the ground. Zhang Wujiu wiped his hands and hummed: "How dare something like a dog threaten me?"
The shopkeeper noticed something was wrong and shrank under the counter to escape. Zhang Wujiu glanced at him with cold eyes: "I want to ask you, have any strangers entered the sheep slaughtering market in the past two days? One is a seriously injured old man, and another
He is a boy of thirteen or fourteen, quite handsome."
"I'm sorry, guest. I've never seen this before..." The shopkeeper nodded and bowed, and said with a smile. After dealing with it, he quickly reported the news. Guys from outside actually dared to cause trouble on Boss Bai's territory. I'm tired of fucking life!
Zhang Wujiu glanced at him with a half-smile, and then asked: "Who here has the best information?"
The shopkeeper just wanted to send this plague away quickly, so he answered honestly: "The glutinous rice dumpling shop diagonally opposite, with the sesame dumpling sign, is said to be the 'Pigeon Cage' that specializes in business news."
Zhang Wujiu said nothing and turned to leave. Just as the shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief, a stream of pure Qi from the Jade Emperor Xuan Qiong shot straight through his forehead.
After a long time, Zhang Wujiu walked out of the secret room of the glutinous rice dumpling shop, holding a bronze waist plate that had been deformed by force. Behind him were corpses, blood splattered on the walls, and files in the secret compartment scattered in disorder.
Several prairie barbarians dared to speak arrogant words. Zhang Wujiu glanced at the spurs emblem on his waistband. This place turned out to be a dark spot in the Dayan Embroidery Department. Unfortunately, there was no news about Qingfeng and the two. Now there is only
Find a local snake and continue to inquire.
There was a lot of noise outside. Zhang Wujiu walked to the door and saw a crowd of people moving around. He ran like crazy to the outside of the sheep slaughtering market. The auspicious air was rising there, the clouds were steaming and the clouds were bright, reflecting the light in the mid-air.
"What happened?" Zhang Wujiu grabbed a passerby, and the man drew his sword and stabbed him. As soon as Zhang Wujiu urged the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong to clear his air, the man's whole body was splitting, and he wailed in pain: "Sir, spare your life! Master, please save your life!"
Spare me! It’s the fairy palace that emerged from the nightmare lake outside the sheep slaughtering market. Everyone is rushing to grab the treasure! If the uncle doesn’t go quickly, he won’t even have a chance to drink soup!"
Immortal Palace? Could it be that the ruins of the Immortal Family have appeared? Zhang Wujiu felt his heart heat up after hearing this, so he killed the man and hurriedly turned around and rushed into the crowd.
On the shore of Nightmare Lake, the crowd was agitated, and the dark flow of people was faintly divided into more than ten waves, filling the surrounding area with water.
Lao Shao Daozi, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, surrounded by a group of people, looked at the center of the lake in ecstasy. Thousands of dazzling colorful lights covered the lake surface and illuminated the clear sky. An ancient and colorful palace hung under the water, blooming with light.
, changing in the indigo waves.
"Master Dao, there is something fishy about this matter." Beside Lao Shao Daozi, a middle-aged scholar gently shook his feather fan, and his dark eyes flashed with deep thought.
"Say." Lao Shaodaozi's voice was low, powerful, and full of unquestionable majesty.
"The weirdness of Nightmare Lake is well known. Many people have peeked at it over the years, but no one has found anything." The scholar mused, "Now the Immortal Palace suddenly appears without any warning, and it coincides with the defeat of Blood River Sect Cui Zhihuan, and his life and death are unpredictable.
There may be some involvement in this, so be careful."
Lao Shaodaozi was silent for a moment and said: "The treasure land is born, the destiny is destined, it has nothing to do with Cui Zhihuan, you are worrying too much."
"Master Dao, I have been reading Zongzong's anecdotes all day long. Whenever a treasured place in the Immortal Palace is born, there must be precursors: maybe the stars shift, the celestial phenomena change; or water and fire surge, and the geography changes; or someone has a related bloodline,
The techniques, hidden pictures, and secret keys resonate... Therefore, the ruins of the Immortal Mansion seem to be destined by fate, but there are actually connections to follow. However, the appearance of this palace is too abrupt, and the fate is uncertain, so Sword Master might as well step back for a while..." "I am willing to retreat, are they willing to retreat?" Lao Shaodaozi looked at the Qinglong, Baibo, Du Jieba and Ma Hua in the distance and shook his head decisively. The road has always been life and death. Taking a step back may not necessarily open up the sea and the sky, but may even lead to a cliff.
.
The turbulent flow of people continued to gather towards the lake, and pairs of greedy eyes staring at the palace seemed to be brighter than the brilliance of the treasure land. The scholar couldn't help but sigh quietly, if the old knife can't be used, others will do it, who can give up?
of fat?
Especially at the Sheep Slaughter Fair.
Whether it is "reptiles", "grass rats", "wild dogs"... or Boss Bai and the others, they are huddled in this deformed ghost place, struggling to survive, killing people and being killed, all they want is a tomorrow.
"Boss, Qinglong and the others invite you to come over and set the rules together." A one-eyed man rushed over and leaned over to report.
Lao Shaodaozi nodded and walked straight away. The scholar hesitated for a moment, stopped in place, and as far as he could see, the crowd was ready to move, like anxious ants on a hot pot. If it were not for the fear of Lao Shaodaozi and their old iron-blooded methods, they would have rushed down to the lake long ago.
.
After a long time, Laoshao Daozi just came back, and the scholar quickly asked: "Master Dao, I don't know...?"
"There are no rules." Lao Shaodaozi slowly raised his bamboo hat, and the wrinkles on his forehead stood up like a cold blade, "After half a stick of incense, he broke into the palace, everyone does what he can, regardless of life or death!"
There was a "plop", and someone fell into the water. It was unclear whether he was pushed or whether he couldn't hold it back. As if a spark splashed into the oil pan, the crowd exploded, howling like hungry wolves, jumping off the Nightmare Lake, and swimming frantically towards the palace.
, no matter what the boss of the sheep slaughtering market is.
"We will kill anyone who robs our treasure!" Lao Shaodaozi screamed, grabbed the scholar, jumped up, and rushed towards the fairy palace. His men followed, like wolves and tigers.
In the wormwood bushes in the distance, Zhi Shou stood quietly in front of the wind, until he saw Zhang Wujiu's figure jumping into the lake, and then he looked back and smiled calmly at the breeze: "Today's gathering will live up to the slaughter of the sheep."