I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 199 Lower Third Street

According to Lao Zhang, Zhang Jun walked forward along this main road.

After crossing the two intersections, you saw a sign.

It clearly says [Zhongsan Street]

[Zhongsan Street, the fairy cave, heaven and earth, and Taoism are naturally formed. 】

Zhang Jun ignored the entrance and walked straight forward, but not long after walking, he saw two people lying on the ground.

At first glance, he turned out to be the Golden Scale Guard of his own class.

The two fell to the ground, but strangely, their bodies were naked and their flesh was red, but they had smiles on their faces.

It seemed that the two of them had encountered some erotic love.

Zhang Jun walked up and felt for his pulse with his fingers. The two of them were already cold.

Yes, it was completely cold, from the inside out, and the blood in the body had even frozen.

Did they freeze to death?

Zhang Jun came to a conclusion.

I have seen this kind of death before.

He once signed up for a group to climb Mount Everest and took a plane to the camp above.

I once saw similar corpses on Mount Everest.

The tour guide told him that these were people who had made major mistakes while climbing Mount Everest, or who had encountered extreme weather.

Most of these people froze to death.

Before freezing to death, people will tremble and have fever, which means they feel that their whole body is extremely hot, and they unconsciously take off their clothes, and an extremely kind "smile" will appear on their face.

As for the reason, the tour guide said a lot at that time, but I didn’t listen at all and just took selfies with my phone.

Thinking of the white light emitted by his own white lantern, it was obvious that the person who killed these two people was the Wutong Shen Tongkuanghou who came to look for him just now.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun sighed: "I'm sorry, it's me who has caused trouble for both of you."

After that, they put the two bodies into the storage bag.

Immediately continue walking down.

[Down the Third Street, there are tens of thousands of years of bones in the sea of ​​Rakshasa, a grave at the end of the netherworld. 】

Looking at the words on the sign, Zhang Jun's eyelids jumped.

There are three streets on this East Street.

After comparing the sentences on the three signs with each other.

Zhang Jun estimated that the people on the upper third street should be good gods, the middle third street should be people and gods, and the lower third street should be evil gods and ghosts.

"Hmph, don't care about your evil spirits, this matter is not over today."

After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he raised his head and looked towards the street.

In contrast to the deserted Shangsan Street, the street was hazy and surrounded by smoke and clouds, but inside there were red lights and singing and laughter.

Zhang Jun looked through the white fog and saw the shadows of many people moving inside, which was very lively.

I glanced down and found that the shrine at the entrance was dedicated to the Earth God.

There are incense and fruit plates placed in front of the shrine. Apparently Brother Han and others have come to inspect, but I don't know if they are in danger.

Behind the shrine is also a small house.

But compared with the one on Shangsan Street, this small house looks particularly dilapidated.

The moment you step into the street.

A biting chill hit him, and even Zhang Jun couldn't help but shiver.

Looking up again, the fog on the street dissipated, every house opened its doors, and shouts from the gambling stalls in front could be heard in the distance.

"Big, big, big...ah, I lose, I lose!"

Zhang Jun walked to the door, looked inside, and found that there were many people inside.

Seeing the jealous looks of these people gambling, Zhang Jun didn't pay attention at first and was about to leave, but suddenly he couldn't help but take a closer look inside.

The soul between the eyebrows beats, and the eyes gradually bloom with fluorescence.

This time he saw something different.

Above the gambling table, a huge toad was lying on it, its mouth wide open greedily, as if it was sucking something from the gamblers.

With every gamble, the spirit of these gamblers declines, and their fortunes also decline with it.

Then he glanced at the shrine blocking the doorway from the corner of his eye.

There was actually a toad inside.

Seeing the four words "Jin Chan Patriarch" clearly written on the shrine, Zhang Jun couldn't help but sneer, is this thing worthy of enjoying the incense in the world? ?
Isn't this just a big toad?
As if aware of Zhang Jun's gaze, the toad actually raised his head and glanced at Zhang Jun.

Immediately, the pair of eyes were locked on Zhang Jun, and they looked at him with malicious intent.

"Hey, you are a Taoist and a Taoist. You are already in the state of concentration at a young age. Why don't you come to Jinchan and take a gamble? I have a panacea to help you break through, a magical weapon from the Xuanmen, and even a magic weapon that connects the mysteries. "

The toad's voice reached his ears. Zhang Jun heard it clearly, but he shook his head and wanted to leave.

The toad was not angry when he saw this, but just let out a hoarse laugh: "Hahahaha, I remembered, you are the Golden Scale Guard that the Wutong God is looking for, right? It's ridiculous, you actually dare to come to the door, I'm afraid you don't know Life or death."

Zhang Jun paused and looked back at Toad coldly.

"Oh, it's actually this kid who delivered it to your door."

Outside the next door, a figure came out, looked at Zhang Jun, and let out a sharp laugh.

This person is neither a man nor a woman. There is an Adam's apple on his neck, but his face is that of a woman. His chest is loose and his clothes are open, revealing two circles.

He was even holding a one-meter-long golden smoke pole in his hand. Before he even got close, Zhang Jun was stupefied by the pungent smell on his body and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose.

This man was also a god and pointed to the house behind his house.

"Young man, you are so brave. Why don't you come and sit here first? The worst thing you can do is drink a bowl of milk soup before leaving."

Zhang Jun took two steps forward and saw the house behind the other party.

Concubine, concubine, treacherous.

It's so lively inside, everyone's face is pale, their eyes are dull, their eyes are wandering, they seem drunk and awake. There is a large bowl of white soup on hand, which exudes a strange fragrance. All you need to do is drink it. I felt like I was in a state of ecstasy.

Zhang Jun felt sick after seeing that scene and immediately quickened his pace.

After walking a few steps, a fox head poked out from the big red door, opened its mouth and spat out a stream of pink smoke at Zhang Jun; "Young man, why don't you come and have a good time before you die? All the girls here are beautiful." Sai Tianxian, I guarantee you a spring night, full of charm." Zhang Jun avoided the smoke and dust, not even bothering to look inside this time, and jumped straight over.

Immediately behind, there was a crowd, with several children kneeling on the ground with straws in their heads, and some adult girls who were tied up and stripped naked as goods.

The smell of blood filled the air.

A row of old women waited at the door.

Not long after, a bamboo basket was pulled out and placed outside.

Upon seeing this, these old women immediately rushed forward to fight for each other. Zhang Jun took a closer look and saw that they were all bloody steamed buns soaked in blood.

After the steamed buns in the bamboo basket were snatched away, not long after, two skinny old men came out carrying a corpse.

Corpses have no heads.

The head was held in the hands of an old man among them.

Followed by a young woman, holding the man's body and crying bitterly, she walked forward.

When they reached the next shop, they carried the body inside.

An old man carrying needle and thread took the corpse's head, took out the needle and thread, and prepared to sew.

At this time, the old man raised his head and glanced at Zhang Jun.

The gray-black eyes gradually turned white, and the corners of his mouth raised and opened slightly: "Hey, here comes another person who wants to die, why don't you pay first, three taels of silver, and I will clean it up for you later, even if it's the Wutong God I can sew you up even if you are torn into pieces."

"Thanks, no need."

"That's a shame. My skills are pretty good."

Seeing Zhang Jun's refusal, the old man's white eyes gradually returned to normal, turned around and continued working as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Jun turned around and walked to the second street.

There are more people on this street.

It's just that they wear various masks on their faces.

When Zhang Jun walked in, his Golden Scale Guard costume and handsome face looked out of place in the crowd.

When people saw him coming in, they started dancing, beating the gongs and drums on their hands, waving the incense burners on their shoulders, and danced weird dances around Zhang Jun.

What surprised Zhang Jun was that there were no other shrines on this street.

Even the house behind was demolished, and five huge bronze statues were erected on the ground.

He paused in front of a statue.

I saw the statue holding a lantern and wearing a slender cloak.

It should be the Tong Kuang Hou just now.

He looked at the faces of these gods, but saw that the faces of the five gods were completely blurry.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun couldn't help but laugh.

"Ha, haha...hahaha..."

The laughter grew louder and louder, even overwhelming the sound of dancing present.

His wanton smile made everyone around him stare at him as if he had seen a ghost.

Gradually, he started to stay away from Zhang Jun, for fear that getting closer to this unlucky man would implicate himself.

For a moment, Zhang Jun suddenly stopped laughing.

His cold eyes scanned the masks on the faces of the people around him.

Everyone who was swept by his eyes felt their hearts tightening, and even retreated unconsciously under the sharp gaze.

"Hmph, a bunch of ghosts and snake gods, even if they set up a statue, they don't dare to show their faces."

After that, Zhang Jun took the bodies of the two colleagues out of the storage bag and carried them on his shoulders, one on the left and the other on the right.

With a cold face, he strode straight towards Wutong Shen's mansion.

It may be that Lao Zhang has not been to Xiasan Street for a long time. There are no other shrines on this street. At the end of the road, there is a vermilion gate, surrounded by high-rise mansions built among the small houses on the side.

No wonder.

After all, behind the Wutong God is King Rong.

With King Rong's financial resources, material resources, and power, how could he let Wutong God live in such a simple house.

Without waiting for Zhang Jun to come to the door.

The scarlet door is open.

Five figures wearing the same clothes but different colors came out.

The faces of these five people are exactly the same.

Apparently quintuplets.

The chests of their clothes were actually embroidered with the patches worn by officials, all in the same color.

This is the kind of clothes that can only be worn by civil servants of the seventh rank.

Even Zhang Jun was surprised by this scene.

As the saying goes, the king's brother-in-law has three official positions, and the prime minister's family has seven official positions.

The treatment of this Wutong God is almost the same as that of the prime minister of the dynasty, which is really eye-opening.

The five people had the same gaze, locked on Zhang Jun, condescending and indifferent. They had seen many people who wanted to seek justice from the God of Five Powers.

It's just a grasshopper after autumn, hopping a few more times before dying.

They all said in unison: "Kneel down!!"

This scolding, with its great official power, formed a strong sense of oppression, making Zhang Jun feel as if his shoulders were like mountains and his knees were weak, and he was almost suppressed to the ground.

Fortunately, at this time, Zhang Jun tore off the official uniform of the officer and was able to barely stand still.

"Everyone who comes has a name!" the five people asked in unison.

"Zhao Ju!" Zhang Jun raised his head and looked at the five people in front of him.

"What are you doing here!"

Zhang Jun called out the [Bi Luo Sword] and held it in his hand, and said two words slowly: "Ask the guilt!"

(End of this chapter)