Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Yang Qian never dreamed that one day he would find himself in a world full of demons and evil spirits.

And what's strange is that this world made up entirely of demons does not seem to be chaotic at all, but rather well organized and orderly.

If we change the appearance of these demons and fairies to human faces, there will be no awkwardness at all.

This undoubtedly proves the old saying: It's the same no matter who is gone in this world.

If there is any difference between this Zhongnan City and the human city that Yang Qian had visited, it is that the smell in this Zhongnan City is indeed too strong.

Yang Qian regretted transforming into a wolf demon.

The evil stench lingering around and his sensitive sense of smell made Yang Qian feel like he was dying.

Yang Qian had no choice but to block his sense of smell to the lowest level, and then he felt a little better.

The streets are full of stalls, and it is obvious that they have been planned. Every vacant roadside is used for stalls, and they are all the same width, and even the signs are all in the same standard. There are also shops on the roadside, and the sounds of shouting and bargaining are everywhere, making it very lively.

"What are those?"

"Oh, those are Essence Blood Pills. They are used by demon cultivators to replenish their Qi and blood."

"Essence and Blood Pill? How is it made?" Yang Qian was also an alchemist. He knew at a glance that these scarlet walnut-sized balls were not made by ordinary elixirs. He sensed a familiar aura on them.

Zeng Sanming smacked his lips and said nervously, "Master Yang, Essence Blood Pills are made from condensed essence blood. They are usually collected from various places in the lower world and then condensed."

"Human blood?"

"Yes, but not entirely. Anyone with blood and essence to be collected in the lower world will not be able to escape."

"A means to wipe out the whole family?"

"No, no, no, it's like keeping livestock in a pen." Zeng Sanming's forehead was sweating, and he knew that Yang Qian would definitely not feel comfortable hearing this. But this was the fact, and if he didn't say it today, he would have to tell it later.

Captivity?

Although the two words were not very detailed, Yang Qian still understood. It was like planting crops, and there was always a time to harvest them. What was the purpose of harvesting them? In addition to eating some on the spot, the excess would naturally be made into other things and sold, such as this Essence Blood Pill.

In addition to the Essence Blood Pill, there are also various magic weapon embryos. This is also something Yang Qian has never seen anywhere else.

There are flags, discs, some animal heads or human skulls. In short, it looks very strange.

Zeng Sanming explained that these things are called "horcruxes", a rare type of demon cultivation tool. It is enough to refine an embryo, and then the user can use the soul or blood essence to nourish it.

The starting point of a Horcrux is generally not high, but the upper limit is theoretically unlimited. Therefore, it is also something that demon cultivators often try. However, there are very few Horcruxes that are really well cultivated and effective.

After all, this thing is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the things needed are the same as those used by demon cultivators to boost their cultivation. Who is so rich that they would put their cultivation aside to tinker with an object?
"What about you? Do you have a Horcrux?"

"Master Yang, you are joking. How can a little demon like me who lives on every day afford to raise a Horcrux? Besides, the Horcruxes on the market are just for fools. The starting point is too low, and it is even more difficult to raise one. It is simply impossible to raise one. The truly good Horcruxes are kept in various demon palaces, and they are not easily obtained."

As he walked and looked, Yang Qian saw that the place with the most demon cultivators was a restaurant.

Unlike other places full of evil body odor, the entrance of this restaurant is full of strong wine aroma. Even Yang Qian, who loves wine, can't help but secretly praise the good smell of wine. "Gulu! Master Yang, why don't we go in and have a drink? This time I picked up a lot of spirit stones in Taijing City, which are just right for this wine!"

"Trading spirit stones for wine? You're willing to do that."

"Hehe, Master Yang, you don't know that what we sell here is not ordinary wine, but the monkey clan's Ding Dong Zui, which is brewed from spiritual fruits and spiritual springs. Drinking a sip can not only warm up your muscles and bones and relieve old injuries, but also relax your meridians to a certain extent. It is a rare good thing."

Monkeys brewing wine?

Monkey wine?
Yang Qian became interested after hearing this and followed Zeng Sanming into the restaurant.

Once inside, it was much more spacious than it looked from the outside, and it was obvious that some spatial magic had been used to arrange it. Looking around, there were no less than two hundred tables in the lobby on the first floor alone!

There were hardly any empty tables!
Looking at the price tag on the wall again, Yang Qian was shocked. The daily income of this restaurant might be much more than the entire year's revenue of those so-called great sects in Beixuan Realm.

Zeng Sanming went to arrange it. I don't know how he persuaded the store owner to find a good seat by the window. He also grabbed two pots of the daily limited special wine. He also ordered three dishes of side dishes.

After taking a sip of wine, Yang Qian's eyes lit up, and he drank three glasses in a row.

call.
"This wine is good!"

"Hehe, if Mr. Yang likes it, then let's drink a few more glasses." Zeng Sanming smiled and raised his glass to clink with Yang Qian, then picked up some dishes and ate and drank comfortably.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you someday?" Yang Qian was very curious about why the mink demon in front of him was so careless. It would be fine if he was just being quiet, but he didn't make any attempts at all, and looked like he didn't care whether to die or not.

"Master Yang, you look like a man who can do great things. It doesn't matter to you whether you kill a little demon like me or not. You tell me what you want to do. I'll just do my best to survive. Why should I think so much about other things?"

Yang Qian smiled and said, "You are quite open-minded."

"Master Yang, I also had a lot of bumps and bruises on my way to becoming an immortal. When I came up, the Heavenly Palace was gone. I relied on my smart brain to get a job under the Immortal Huang Yun to make a living.

I have always been steady and honest, and I am quick to seize opportunities. If Master Yang feels that Xiao Yao has done her best, it would be best if he could remove the restrictions on Xiao Yao at the right time. Xiao Yao promises to keep her mouth shut and never reveal anything to Master Yang."

"Let's wait and see." Yang Qian didn't make any promises. He always had the most malicious assumptions about the evil spirits.

Before he finished the two pots of wine, Yang Qian felt a divine thought locking onto him from behind.

"Which tribe are you from? Why are you still drinking here?"

Yang Qian turned his head and saw three wolf demons wearing armor standing behind him. The one in the lead was pointing at him with a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Yang Qian looked at Zeng Sanming and saw that he was also confused. He immediately realized that it was the trouble caused by the wolf demon he transformed into.

"What are you looking at? Get up and follow me!" As he said this, he stretched out his claws to grab Yang Qian's shoulder.

Yang Qian leaned sideways, and grabbed the opponent's wrist. After a struggle, the opponent was unable to break free.

"Are you admitting your mistake? I'm drinking here and you still want to interfere? Are you tired of living?"

After saying this, Yang Qian pushed the man, causing him to stagger. His wrist was pinched so hard that it hurt. (End of this chapter)