Comprehensive Martial Arts: Others Practice Martial Arts, I Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 73 The Dark Side
"This thing is a big pit."

After studying for a while, Wu Chong saw something.

This box is also a pollutant!

He finally understood why he hadn't been able to open it before. This is something more terrifying than night monsters. He can't even deal with people like night monsters. Can he deal with pollutants?However, this pollutant was different from the oil lamp he had seen before, and the green bottle when Jiang Xiao was besieged. There was no trace of pollution on the surface, and it looked like an ordinary box.Even ordinary people will not be affected by touching it.

After discovering this, Wu Chong felt that this thing was extremely hot.

Are there any harmless pollutants?

This question is like 'Is there a beast that doesn't eat people', and the answer can be guessed without thinking.

What is it that suppresses the pollution source of this thing, and what is it plotting?
No matter what the answer is, it is a hot potato for Wu Chong.Others have been designing for so long, if they find that their design has been damaged, they will definitely come to their door.

An existence that can suppress pollutants, Wu Chong doesn't think he can deal with it now.

Judging by the energy level of monsters in this world, pollutants are monsters one level higher than night monsters.He can't even deal with the night demon now, and when he encounters a power that can suppress pollutants, he will be cold in all likelihood.

"Hurry up and deal with it."

After realizing this, Wu Chong immediately went out.

After changing into the most commonly used look of knights, he turned around and went to Fangshi.

Black Square City in White Deer City.

After spending so long in this place, Wu Chong also roughly knows some ways.After spending a little money, I found out about the largest black square city in Bailu City—Ghost Market.When he came to the reception point, after passing some slang judgments, the guide took him to the top of a well.

"I won't send it away."

The guide said in a hoarse voice.

Compared with Wu Chong, this guide's attire is more concealed, with a stooped body, wishing that his whole body was wrapped in black cloth, and it was impossible to tell who he was.

But this is also good, this kind of place is the most convenient to deal with hot things.

Down the well.

Wu Chong stepped on the ground, only then did he realize that there was a hole in the well.

The size of the area is almost equivalent to an independent small space. This kind of handwriting is simply not something that ordinary forces can do. Maybe there is the power of Penglai behind it.But for Wu Chong, the greater the power of the black market, the more it can help him prevent disasters.It didn't matter if the box wasn't opened before, but now that the box is open, the person behind must have sensed it, and maybe he's already on his way here.

Before that, he must get rid of this thing, and then it will have nothing to do with him.

Wu Chong stood beside the black soil and waited for about ten minutes, when an old man with a bamboo raft paddled over from the mist.

"Twelve ships' worth."

There was a dim oil lamp hanging on the bow of the old man's boat. Under the light, the whole person looked a bit hideous, especially his eyes, which made people feel like a dead body.

"Let's go."

When Wu Chong came over, the passers-by had told him, so naturally they wouldn't make trouble for such a small amount of money.

After paying the money, the bamboo raft under my feet moved.

The old man paddled very fast, and in a blink of an eye, there was no trace of the black earth on which he stood before, and both the man and the bamboo raft were lost in the mist.Wu Chong tried to sense with his eyes closed, and found that the mist actually has the effect of isolating perception. Even if he combines the three functions, he can only perceive a distance of about five meters, let alone the water under his feet. Like an insulated body, it is completely impossible to see through the things inside.

"It's better for guests not to look around."

The old man rowing behind suddenly spoke.

"The ghost market has its own rules. Knowing too much is sometimes not a good thing."

"What are the specific rules? I wonder if the old man can tell me."

Wu Chong took out a silver note of 100 taels.

Money can turn the devil around.

He couldn't believe that ten times the ship's price could not ask for any useful information.

"I can't say it, I can't say it."

The old man grinned, and the fog lightened a little at this time.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Wu Chong's pupils shrank slightly.

Who is this boater!

It was clearly a piece of wood wearing human skin, and from the damaged forehead, he could still see the gears turning inside.

Was this thing talking to me just now?
"Sorry, the skin fell off, didn't it scare the guests?"

The old boatman seemed to have noticed it too, so he just reached out and took out a piece of skin, stuck it on the damaged part like a plaster, and continued rowing.

"It's okay."

Wu Chong turned his head, but he became a little interested in this ghost market, which he had heard for the first time.

The old man who rowed the boat was not human at all.

But it wasn't a night demon, and it wasn't a pollutant, but something he hadn't touched before.This is the product of the world below the sun. Since he came to this world, all the people and forces he has come into contact with, including those enemies, all live in the sun.This 'yang' is an adjective, and correspondingly, there is a 'yin' side in this world that ordinary people don't know about.

This area is not accessible to ordinary people, and Wu Chong only found the guide by relying on the old Wangtou's signboard, which seems to be consuming favors or something.But to Wu Chong, it doesn't matter anymore, he doesn't owe the old man one or two favors anymore, the big deal is waiting for the future to take care of the old man.

There was silence on board.

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.

After an unknown amount of time, the bamboo raft suddenly trembled.

"Guest, we've reached the end of the land."

The old man rowing behind spoke again.

Wu Chong lowered his head and looked forward, and found that there was really an extra road under his feet, which was exactly the same black path as the black soil before.

After landing on the shore, the bamboo raft on the back quickly went away, and it disappeared after a while, leaving only a foggy gray sea behind.

I don't know the source, I don't see the end.

After walking along the path for about five or six minutes, the fog suddenly dissipated.

A street appeared before Wu Chong's eyes.

Under the dry well in Bailu City, there is actually a complete street!

"Guest officer, do you want to buy crops?"

As soon as Wu Chong entered the street, someone came to say hello.What was being sold was the 'crops' he had seen in the Yue Gongzi's residence before.

Behind the man, seven or eight big iron cages were filled with people.

There are also a few thugs who are dealing with the 'crops' that have died of starvation. The attitude of throwing them away at will is just like throwing garbage.

"Weeds that are malnourished, we have special personnel to clean them up."

Sensing Wu Chong's gaze, the man hurriedly introduced.

Wu Chong ignored this person, but continued to walk along the street. During the process, the monster power on his body emerged little by little, covering his clothes, making him exactly like other people who came to visit the ghost market. Nothing special anymore.
(End of this chapter)