I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand four hundred and eighty-four chapters are weird!

Kunpeng looked around, but no spiritual monk was found on the street.

Spirit tribe monks are sent to each demon tribe, there are at least several, but they are generally stationed in the most important cities.

Shoucheng is the central city of the tortoise tribe, so the spirit tribe monks will not despise it naturally. But even if you pay more attention to it, there are probably not too many resident spirit bodies in Shoucheng. Even if there are more than ten, they are not so easy to encounter in such a big city.

Just ask a shopkeeper on the side of the road, and he knows the location of Yumen.

Yumen is probably the most remote shop on Guishou Street, in an alley next to the street. When I walked over, at the entrance of the alley, the word “Yumen” was carved on the top. If it weren’t for knowing that this is a jewelry shop, most people would take the initiative to ignore it when they see this alley. Who would have thought that this seemingly remote and inconspicuous place would be the most influential and possibly the richest jewelry shop in Shoucheng, and even the record spirit jade needed by the entire demon world could only be bought here.

There is no demon on duty in the alley, and no one dares to set up a stall here. Perhaps those vendors know that Yumen is an untouchable existence and dare not touch it.

I wanted to find someone to ask about the situation inside Yumen, but because there was no one at the alley, he had to walk to the street opposite the alley, where there were a few upper shops selling some miscellaneous goods.

Although this section also belongs to Guishou Street, compared with the bustling Guishou Street, this section is particularly deserted. Not only were there few shops, but there were not many pedestrians on the street. When they passed by, they basically kept silent and hurried away silently. Only after passing near the alleyway, they seemed to continue their vitality, even the pedestrians on the street opposite the alleyway. Therefore, the operation of those shops can only be described as very bleak.

Kunpeng was very confused about this.

When he walked to this alley, he didn’t feel any difference in breath, as if he was no different from other places on the street. But why do these turtle monsters feel pressure?

He walked into the small shop right across the street. There were only sparse shops in this shop, all of which were strange-shaped stones. He didn’t know what they were used for.

There are still a few small words hanging above the store door: “Wangpu quickly turn”, these words have been filled with dust, I am afraid it has been hanging for a long time.

It is probably extremely difficult for the shop owner to see someone coming to his shop, and seeing Kun Peng walking straight forward, he was a little surprised, not excited. But seeing his firm steps and calm temperament, unlike the idlers, he may have a bit of hope again, and he quickly put a smile on his face.

“What do you need to buy, sir?”

Kunpeng looked at the stones in the store, then raised his head and asked the owner: “There are a few stores here, the business is very cold, what’s the matter?”

“Huh?” The shopkeeper became excited. “This is the property left by my ancestors. The ancestors used to be big households on Guishou Street, so the several shops around here are also ours. But these years, our descendants have become more and more depraved. In decline, and I don’t know how to operate, I had to rent out the store to other businesses. Sir, do you want to rent the store or just buy our store? The price is good to discuss, we need money urgently!”