Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 1092 Black Market, Shadow House
Half an hour later, An Ruxia arrived at the black market.

The black market is a bazaar.

The black market is a street.

This is the most complicated street in Junlin City.Inside, it is full of various forces, including three religions, top experts, princes and nobles, and dark races. You may meet them all on this street.

Each shop is darkly decorated.

The facades are old and dilapidated.

You can't underestimate these stores, as long as you step in, there may be another world inside.

These shops do all kinds of business, reselling goods, reselling souls, reselling organs, reselling flesh, reselling forbidden drugs, and reselling forbidden techniques.

All the taboos of the empire will appear on this street; all the laws of the empire have no binding force on this street.No one knows who the real backer behind the black market is. They only know that it is an extremely terrifying existence. It may be from the Two-Star Continent, it may be the dark demons, or it may be a half-step king from thousands of years ago.

An Ruxia stopped in front of a small dark building.

The small building has three floors.

The bricks and tiles are pitch black, of unknown material, and look gloomy and cramped.

There is an old wooden sign at the door, with the words "Shadow Building" written on it, the characters are scarlet, and the words will bleed, which is eerie and terrifying.

Under the black cloak, An Ruxia's red lips curled slightly.

It is here.

She stepped into the shadow building. Inside the building, there was a reception desk in front of it, and a shopkeeper in a blood-clothed coat lay down on his stomach boredly, yawning.

An Ruxia didn't dare to underestimate this shopkeeper.

With just one glance, she knew that this shopkeeper was the blood guard of the Shadow Building, and the bloody aura exuded from his body was at least the cultivation level of a third-tier Berserker.Laziness is just an appearance.

In the shadow building, there are 36 blood guards and four blood shadow kings.

Everyone is a master assassin.

Once the shadow building issues an assassination order, the target of the assassination will definitely die.The entire shadow studio will hunt down the target no matter the cost, until the target dies!When necessary, the shadow host will personally dispatch.

The truly scary thing about Shadow House is that it only recognizes money.No matter what the identity of the hunting target was, he dared to do it.

The shadow building has existed in the empire for hundreds of years.During these hundreds of years, they have assassinated one emperor's uncle, four princes, seven prime ministers, eight princes of the opposite sex, nine heads of sects, and countless masters from famous families.

There is a saying in the market, there is no one that the shadow house can't kill, only the money you can't afford.

"I want you to help me kill someone."

An Ruxia walked to the edge of the counter, she deliberately lowered her voice, as if she didn't want to reveal her identity.

The sleepy shopkeeper in blood clothes cast a lukewarm glance at An Ruxia. The black cloak revealed first-order fair hands. She was a young woman who wanted to pretend to be mature. A pair of Suzhou embroidered palace boots were exposed from the hem of the cloak. , looking at the gold thread, from the palace, either rich or expensive.

The blood-clothed shopkeeper kept his expressions on the ground, and had already found out about An Ruxia's details.The young women in the palace, who are rich and want to kill, are nothing more than some concubines, or the regular wives of some prince.A concubine's room cannot afford the price offered by the shadow building.

"Who to kill?" The bloody shopkeeper said, even his voice was full of blood, "Name, identity, cultivation level."

An Ruxia was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Ye Luo, a country woman in the Fire Crane Country, a bitch, a fox, a mad warrior of the seventh rank."

The shopkeeper in blood clothes frowned, slightly dissatisfied: "Please detail your identity."

(End of this chapter)