At night, dim lights light up in every corner of the Dark City, like a lone lamp in the night, trying to illuminate every corner, but ultimately unable to do so, and some places will always be in darkness.
A wheelbarrow came staggering through the darkness, and the old wheel hub made a creaking sound when it moved. A tattered straw mat was covered on the board of the wheelbarrow, and some long strips were piled randomly under the straw mat.
items.
The squeaking sound of the wheelbarrow seems to be its representative. Wherever he goes, no matter rich or poor, no matter high or low, no matter who he is, he will take the initiative to avoid it, and some people will even cry.
Yes, in the Undercity, there are only a handful of people who shed tears when they see a wheelbarrow, and there is only one kind of person - a person who feels sad after his death.
The person pushing the wheelbarrow is a young man with a thin body and his whole body is covered by a black robe. Since the robe is hooded, the young man's face and specific age cannot be seen clearly. All he can see is that this robe
It was very dirty and there was already a smell coming out, but the smell on the robe was much better than the smell on the wheelbarrow.
The ill-fitting robe looked very awkward on the young man's body, but no one would question it. There is only one industry in the Undercity that pushes a wheelbarrow every night, commonly known as the corpse collector. They have the same luggage and the same car.
They act the same.
I don’t know when the corpse collector industry started to appear in the Undercity, but it has survived strongly. Because in the bustling and dirty street of the Undercity, people die every day, and someone needs to collect the corpses every day. After all, in this bustling and dirty street, people die every day.
Most of the people who will die on this street are lonely ghosts without relatives or friends.
Corpse collectors generally inherit the business from their fathers, so there are often a few middle-aged people or younger youths or children working in the business of collecting corpses day after day, year after year.
Therefore, when Mo Han pushed a wheelbarrow and appeared as a body collector, he did not attract any attention.
Seeing the body on the roadside, Mo Han opened the straw mat covering the car, dragged the body into the car casually, then covered it with the straw mat and kept moving forward.
His movements were monotonous and dull, and anyone standing next to him could imagine that his face was expressionless, as if he was dead.
At a roadside stall selling braised beef and liquor during the day, the hunched corpse of the owner was still lying on the cold ground. The blood next to him had long since dried and seeped into the ground.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The wheelbarrow pushed by Mo Han came here and dragged the boss's body onto the wheelbarrow without leaving any trace. The only difference was that the other corpses had their feet facing Mo Han, while the boss's body had its head facing Mo Han.
"Why don't you leave!" Mo Han pushed the wheelbarrow forward without seeing anything strange.
"Waiting for you." The voice coming from the wheelbarrow was no longer the old voice, but an ethereal and melodious voice as sweet as a lark.
"You don't have to wait for me. Even I am not confident that I can get out alive this time."
"You say that every time, but every time you come out alive."
The corner of Mo Han's mouth raised slightly, as if he could see the pouty smile of the owner of the voice on the unicycle, "I'm really not sure this time, please go and wait for me elsewhere."
"You know, I can feel your anger and your restrained murderous intent. Are you sure you let me go because you can't get out alive, not because there will be blood flowing here?"
Mo Han fell silent. The silence was like a huge stone weighing on his heart, making him speechless.
"He" was right. Mo Han didn't want her to see the blood flowing, and he didn't want her to see his bloody side. In fact, no one knew that Cha Fengchen picked up two people together, a man and a woman.
, the man is Mo Han, and the woman is Tang Xianer, the girl lying on the unicycle now.
"I can practice, and I am now a Golden Core cultivator, a very strong one." After a long silence, Mo Han finally spoke.
Tang Xianer, who was lying on the wheelbarrow, smiled slyly: "I can also practice. I am now a practitioner in the late Golden Elixir stage and will soon break through to the Nascent Soul stage."
"So that's why you stayed?"
"Yes, I can help you. I can accompany you to rescue him."
Mo Han and Tang Xian'er would often address Cha Fengchen as him, and only rarely would they address him as master.
"Then you should wait for me outside the city. I am confident that I can make it outside the city, but I am not sure after leaving the city."
"good!"
The conversation between the two ended, the unicycle just left the Undercity, and Mo Han pushed the unicycle towards the outside of the city.
"The platform of life and death, the killing blade, there is no starlight in the vast dark night; several people stand, staring at the sky, and the falling stars shine in one direction."
This is the news that Tang Xianer told Mo Han. Except for Mo Han, maybe no one in this world can understand what this means.
"The platform of life and death, the killing blade." What Tang Xianer told Mo Han was that Cha Fengchen was imprisoned by the royal family of Xuanye Kingdom on the altar where the killing blade was sacrificed.
"There is no starlight in the vast dark night" tells Mo Han that the guard there is very tight, just like the dark night without stars, nothing can illuminate the night, and no one can break through there silently and escape.
"Several people stand there, watching with the eyes of the sky, and the meteor falls and shines in one direction" tells Mo Han that there are many people guarding there, and there are advanced practitioners who are watching at any time, and there are also mysterious people who came down from the upper continent to pay attention.
Stop the wind and dust.
In the Prince's Palace in the Imperial City of Xuanye Kingdom, Yin Tianyou sat on a chair, looking at the scene coming back from the Killing Blade Altar, and asked: "Yinyi, how is the situation at the altar?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, everything is normal at the altar, and there is no trace of him. According to reports, he has not been seen in the entire imperial city. It seems that he has not come back." A young man in gray and black clothes looked like a cheetah.
body, kneeling on one knee in front of Yin Tianyou and said respectfully.
Yin Tianyou looked at Yinyi, who was like a shadow, always between reality and illusion: "Has anything special happened in the past two days?"
"Yes." Yinyi said with certainty: "The largest information seller in the Dark City was killed yesterday evening. The law enforcement team did not find the murderer. The body of the information seller was dragged outside the city by the body collector and buried at night."
Ming Yu and Dark Yu are the two most elite imperial guards of the royal family of Xuanye Kingdom. Ming Yu and Dark Yu are divided into five teams. Ming Yu is responsible for the safety of the royal family, while Dark Yu is responsible for all the shady activities of the royal family.
Ming Yu is from Yu 1 to Yu 5, Yu 1, Yu 2, Yu 30 people make up a team, 20 teams make up a group, the team leader is in the early stage of Jin Dan, the team leader is the leader in the late stage of Jin Dan, all the team members are Zhu.
In the late stage of foundation; the fourth and fifth commanders of Yu each have 5,000 people, one hundred people per team. The captain is in the early stage of foundation building and the team members are in the bigu stage. Yu Yi is the front guard of the emperor, and the others are responsible for the security of the imperial city.
The Dark Royals are from Yin One to Yin Five, with twenty people in each team. The captain is in the late stage of Jin Dan and the team member is in the early stage of Jin Dan. They are dead warrior killers trained by Xuanye Kingdom and are only responsible to the emperor.
Because of the incident involving Cha Fengchen, Yin Yi was specially sent to Yin Tianyou to be at Yin Tianyou's disposal. Along with Yin Yi, there were twenty members of the dead soldier killer team led by Yin Yi.
Yin Tianyou dragged his chin and looked through the window into the unknown distance: "Why do you think the death of the news seller is a special thing?"
Yin Yi was stunned, not understanding what the prince wanted to know, but he did not hesitate and expressed his thoughts: "The death news dealer is the largest and most famous news dealer in the city. There is nothing he doesn't know.
, and there is nothing he doesn’t understand. Generally, no one dares to attack him, firstly because they need information, and secondly because selling information is just his side job. He is very mysterious, and everyone who has attacked him before has died."
"But this time he died, right?" Yin Tianyou suddenly took over.
"Yes."
"Have you arranged for anyone to check him after he died?"
"The law enforcement team went to check and confirmed that he was dead."
"Then have you checked it out?"
"My subordinate has neglected his duties and deserves death. I will arrange for someone to check!"
Yin Tianyou sighed: "No, there's no point in going there. Because his body was either cremated or taken away. Go and notify the altar and tell them that the person we are waiting for has arrived. I don't know.
It came unexpectedly."
"Yes." Yinyi accepted the order and left.
After several life and death crises, Yin Tianyou returned to the royal family. After a few months of quiet life, his cultivation level was directly promoted to the late stage of Jindan, and he was vaguely about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.
Yinyi had not put this prince in his eyes before, but since Yintianyou came out of seclusion, Yinyi felt that Yintianyou had changed. He couldn't tell what the specific changes were, but there seemed to be a cold aura about Yintianyou, which made him dare not approach him.
, so he chose to surrender without any hesitation or consideration. After all, he was not Mo Han, and there was only one Mo Han in this world.
"Uncle Fu, do you think he can get out alive this time?" Yin Tianyou said slowly, playing with the wine glass made by Pei Cui in his hand.
"If you can keep him, he will naturally not be able to leave. If you cannot keep him, he will naturally be able to leave."
Everyone has seen Yin Tianyou's transformation, and now the only person who can still talk to him like this is Uncle Fu.
In the most deserted alley in the Imperial City of Xuanye Kingdom, the sound of silk and bamboo came from a restaurant, and bright lights illuminated the place. This is the most deserted street in the Imperial City of Xuanye Kingdom, also called one-person street
.
There is a building for one person on the street, so the name of the restaurant is called Yilou. The owner of the building is Yin Zhao, the adopted son of the emperor of Xuanye Kingdom.
Yin Li has only one heir in his life, Yin Tianyou, and Yin Zheng and Yin Zhao are both adopted sons.
A building is Yin Zhao's property, his only property, and he only entertains one guest here, himself.
At this time, late at night, the stars were dim, and a man in black appeared on the street of Renren Street. He was thin and the cold wind blew by. The man in black was indifferent and still walked firmly towards a building at a constant pace.