"Where is your homeland?" He decided to leave immediately. Master Wu always did things so straightforwardly.
Wang Cheng was startled at first, and then showed an expression of surprise. With an elder of this level taking action, maybe he can set foot on his homeland again to rescue more people!
Thinking of this, he became excited. He stood up and bowed to Wu Chong.
"Thank you for your help."
"No, tell me the details first." Wu Chong stood up and walked outside. Next to him, Ji Xiaohong and Feng Daoxi had their mouths hanging open.
When could such a major matter be so careless? Just seeing that the elders were leaving, Feng Daoxi had to rush out and let Xiao Du drive the car over.
The new country is still a long way away from Wang Cheng's homeland, and you need to fly to get there. With the current situation, whether there is a plane to go or not is the same thing.
"This is what it should be..." Wang Cheng followed and began to seriously describe the things about the devil in his homeland. From the time he was first discovered to the final development to an uncontrollable level, the whole process lasted for about ten years. .
When Wu Chong was preparing to leave abroad, the sewers of Jinghai City. Covered in mud, Huang Yu leaned on the wall, breathing heavily. His suitcase and drawing board were thrown away. He was now like a beggar, with ragged clothes and a scar on his face. Long wounds.
The wound looked like it had been cut with a sharp blade. Stamp... Deep in the dark sewer, there was a series of footsteps, followed by the sound of metal being dragged on the ground.
Invisible black and gray emerged again, and the color of the world began to fade away, leaving only faint traces, proving the existence of color.
"Here we go again!" Huang Yu coughed out a mouthful of blood, struggled to stand up, turned around and ran away to the other side.
Incubus Demon, this is the monster that Huang Yu has not been able to get rid of for thirty years. He originally thought that escaping into the new country would be a little better this time.
Unexpectedly, this thing still chased me. Distance seemed to have no substantial meaning to it, because it itself existed abstractly.
"We must find a demon of the same level." Huang Yu fled forward desperately. The maze-like sewer was affected by invisible forces, making it impossible to escape.
But Huang Yu had already expected it. He had made a complete plan for his return this time. In addition to visiting his relatives who had forgotten him, the best way was to lure this monster to the antique market.
One of the three most famous top demons in the new country. Rely on the power of the antique market to fight against the dream demon.
Trading nightmare. Greed versus fear! Only by letting them conflict can he, the ant, survive. Huang Yu has completed the first goal, and his suitcase and drawing board have been given to his relatives.
With the protection of those two things, they should be safer than themselves. As for myself, my life is at stake anyway, so I might as well give it a try.
Finally, when Huang Yu was about to reach his limit, what he was looking forward to finally appeared. Next to a sewage pipe, a copper coin appeared.
What is engraved on it is the imprint of the antique trading market. Anyone can enter the antique trading market by touching it with their hands.
This place is the real antique trading market. The 'New Year Painting' demon that Wu Chong and Feng Daoxi killed originally came out of this market.
It is a parasitic demon of the market. In these years, Wu Chong has encountered the antique trading market twice, but he escaped both times.
Compared with the stubborn "Minus Eighteen Floors", the antique trading market is like a businessman, never fighting head-on.
Wu Chong didn't bother to pay attention to such a cunning opponent after killing several of its parasitic demons.
They are all original demons who have mastered the alien space. It is not easy to kill them. In order to completely solve it, he must return to his prime state, otherwise it will be a waste of time and his own strength will be wasted.
The original negative 18th floor was withdrawn because of this. However, Wu Chong has not gained nothing in recent years.
He also has a relatively deep understanding of the antique trading market. What the 'Minus Eighteenth Floor' plunders is 'fear', while the antique trading market plunders 'greed'.
Each of these original demons is just like him, with their own will, plundering the power they need.
Huang Yu quickly rushed over, bit his index finger and smeared blood on the mark. In an instant, a noisy sound appeared out of thin air, and the noise like a vegetable market forcibly dispersed the black ash spreading from behind.
The copper coin imprint came to life like a doll.
"Welcome!" After saying this, the mark suddenly grew larger, and then Huang Yu was eaten in one bite.
After a period of spinning and twisting, Huang Yu fell to the ground with a 'Peng' sound. He covered his abdomen with both hands and coughed violently on the ground. It took him a while to recover.
Looking at the shadows of people coming and going around him, he took a deep breath and stood up. Phew...severe pain appeared in his arm. He raised his arm and saw that there was an extra number on it.
'231'
"Are there so many people in front of you?" This is not the first time Huang Yu has come.
"But it's just right for me. The longer I stay, the more violent the dream demon outside will be. Until it can't help it, it attacks the antique trading market!" He also chose the trading market demon for a long time, so he Also very aware of the rules here.
After confirming the number on his arm, he quickly stood up and walked towards the largest building in front. Huge square.
The pure black building complex is like a shadow. The huge building in the front is like a toad crawling on the ground. The full moon above the head shines, bringing light like white gauze to this space.
Walking along the toad's mouth, Huang Yu saw an old man with a wrinkled face trading there.
"I want to live forever!" The antique trading market has never forced buying or selling. But greed will make people actively look for it and make deals with it.
The antique trading market will also create loopholes in the rules. If you pay attention for a moment, you will be trapped by it. The most important thing is that the antique trading market has not violated the agreement.
This is the devil's contract and a portrayal of the most greedy desires in the world.
"Okay." The trader on the opposite side raised the oil lamp, looked at the old man trading opposite, and said grimly.
"Really? Exchange it with me!" The old man who was nearly 70 years old was most afraid of death every day.
When he came to the antique trading market before, he thought he was entering the Hall of Hell, but he didn't expect it to be a place where he could trade freely.
You can get anything you want here!
"Don't you look at the price?" The trader on the opposite side was also shocked by the old man's initiative, and he couldn't help but give a kind reminder.
"As long as you can live forever, what's the price?" The old man laughed. In his opinion, what's the price?
As long as he has immortal life, he will eventually be able to pay it back. Until then, he will make a sure profit without losing any money!
"As you wish." The corners of the trader's mouth raised like a crescent moon.
