Gu Xiaoqi and Gu Simu sat down in Wanxiang Tower, and the mountain puppet stood guarding them silently.
From time to time, the little Suan Ni would poke his head out of the small book floor, as if to see if the dishes were served, and then retract his head when he saw that the dishes were not yet served.
Two beautiful girls, plus a silly guard.
Such a strange combination is not common in the underworld.
But even if it was strange, he didn't come forward to disturb him without opening his eyes.
In the underworld, you can't go very far without a few brushes in your hands.
The weirder the lineup looks like this, if it is done in a very high-profile manner, it means that there is either a master or the support of an expert behind it.
No matter what kind of willingness it is, it is an existence that cannot be easily provoked.
"It's not peaceful here lately. I heard that You Wuming died just last night."
"You Wuming, as a veteran Saint-level master, died inexplicably at night. Even his body was burned to dregs by a strange black fire. This is really weird."
"Someone saw the process of the strange black fire devouring the corpse. Curious, he wanted to find out. As soon as he touched it, the body was ignited by the black fire. If he hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands, he cut off his right hand in time, and he would have almost died. Underworld!"
In Wanxiang Tower, several underworld monks were discussing some recent events.
The most eye-catching thing is naturally the killing of the master who rebelled and left the Holy Land of Styx not long ago.
The death of a peak holy master will naturally attract the attention of many forces, not to mention that it also involves the Styx Holy Land.
In the discussion among the people, some people have begun to suspect that the rebel master was probably killed by the Emperor Realm powerhouse in the Holy Land of Styx.
Only an emperor-level warrior like that could kill a veteran saint-level master so easily.
Just when everyone thought that this should be the case, another person walked into the restaurant and happened to hear these conversations, so he asked:
"Is the black fire you are talking about incombustible? It can even burn the soul and has an extremely powerful restraint effect on the underworld?"
"That's true. The black fire is so terrifying. It's hard to imagine what kind of person can control such magical powers!"
Some witnesses nodded, recalling what they saw that day, with a hint of fear in their eyes.
At the same time, everyone looked at the visitor strangely, wondering why the visitor was so aware of the function of the black fire.
Seeing that everyone is looking at me, the purpose of the visitor has been achieved.
He waved and called the waiter.
"Waiter, serve the wine!"
"If I have nothing to do, I will come and tell you the heroes about the deeds of the Black Fire Master!"
"Everyone has guessed that the veteran master who rebelled against the Holy Land of Styx died at the hands of the senior officials of the Holy Land of Styx. However... that person did not die at the hands of a powerful Emperor Realm person, but died at the hands of a powerful person in the Imperial Realm. In the hands of the younger generation of talented monks from Styx Holy Land!"
The words of the visitor immediately aroused heated discussion among the crowd.
The skills of the Nether Tribe monks have always been weird, mostly related to the spiritual practice of ghosts. The veteran saint-level masters have many trump cards, which are far beyond the comparison of the younger generation.
No matter how abundant the resources of the Holy Land of Styx are, even if a genius monk has reached the level of cultivation, in terms of true means, he may not be as good as the older generation of monks of the same level.
Therefore, everyone did not quite believe what the man just said.
When the man saw this, he was not in a hurry to explain. Instead, he raised the wine jar, took a big sip, and shouted that he was very satisfied.
"Everyone, please don't rush to conclusions."
"I don't know if you have ever heard of the Styx Son who is the latest to win the title of King of Shadows?"
This remark once again aroused heated discussion in the venue.
"Saint Son of Styx, Oriliang! I've heard of him, the youngest Shadow King in the underworld!"
"The King of Shadows is also known as the King of Killers. I heard that the Holy Son of Styx was born in the lower world and is extremely talented. He can hold the title of King of Shadows at such an age. It is indeed possible to kill a veteran saint. Master."
This time, everyone began to nod in agreement with the visitor's statement.
After all, they still recognized the gold content of the title of Shadow King.
It's just that after Zheliang came to the underworld, he always acted in a low-key manner, and no one knew about Zheliang's related deeds.
"Good fellow, Oriliang has actually become the Holy Son of Styx, and he is also called the King of Shadows. He is doing well, and he has lived up to his master's expectations!"
In a corner of the restaurant, Gu Xiaoqi also heard the discussion of a group of monks from the underworld.
At first, she just listened to the excitement, but she didn't expect that the person the monks were discussing in the end was Oriliang.
There was some pride in her heart.
"Uncle Zheliang, you are so awesome."
Across the way, Gu Simu was holding an oversized chicken wing and gnawing on it.
While chewing, he gave a thumbs up and praised Uncle Zheliang.
"The title of Shadow King is both an honor and a burden."
"Do you know who the Holy Son of Styx met after he killed You Wuming?"
At this time, the man in the field started to show off again.
Everyone was used to it, and some people immediately cooperated and asked: "Who did you meet?"
"Young Master of the Dark Night Temple, Cheng Feng!"
"Did they fight?"
"No! The Dark Night Temple and the Styx Holy Land have always been sworn enemies. The young master of the Dark Night Temple was once a strong competitor for the King of Shadows."
"This time, the Holy Son of Styx took the title of King of Shadows away from him. Naturally, he was dissatisfied. So, he handed the Holy Son of Styx a life-or-death battle."
"Which Holy Son of Styx signed his name on the letter of challenge without any hesitation."
"The young master of the Dark Night Temple saw this and signed the letter of war. Now the contract comes into effect..."
Halfway through his words, the man saw everyone looking at him with curiosity in their eyes, and he started to play it off again.
"oops!"
"You are so annoying, could you please stop stopping at the critical moment every time!"
A Nether Tribe monk spoke out what everyone was thinking, causing everyone to laugh in unison.
The person who spoke also laughed, and simply started to talk about the causes and consequences of the confrontation between geniuses from the two major forces in the underworld.
Styx Holy Land is the top force in the underworld and is famous in the six realms for its assassinations.
The Dark Night Temple comes from the God Realm and is also famous for assassinations. Now that the Dark Night Temple has come to the underworld to develop, it naturally cannot surpass the Styx Holy Land.
The two forces clashed not once or twice.
This time, the young master of the Dark Night Temple took the initiative to issue a letter of challenge, which was also the letter of challenge issued by the Dark Night Temple to the Styx Holy Land.
Therefore, no matter what the reason is, Zheliang, who ascended from the lower world as the Holy Son of Styx, must accept this letter of challenge.
This battle will not only determine who is the killer king of the younger generation, but will also affect the layout and development of the two forces in the underworld.
"Orira, that guy seems to be in big trouble!"
Gu Xiaoqi felt a little worried as he listened to everyone's stories.
Even Gu Simu, who had been eating non-stop, wiped the oil on his hands and put down the extra large chicken drumstick in his hand.
