Zui Chun Tower (2)

Zui Chun Tower is brightly lit at night.

　　In the lobby on the first floor, girls in skimpy clothes were smiling and sitting next to men

drinking with them.

　　Miss Rouyi is especially happy today.

　　In Qingye Town, a rich young man came from the capital to seek immortality. He fell in lov

e with her at a glance when he looked at the portrait.

　　Yesterday, I not only asked her to spend the night with her.

　　I came to see her tonight too.

　　Their business was already in trouble. The death of Li Huakui some time ago had already

made the business worse. Then several top names left one after another for unknown reasons,

and the originally lively Zuichun Tower became even more miserable.

　　Last night, a very beautiful girl came to Zuichun Tower and occupied her Cuiwei Palace.

　　Most of them are here to compete with her for business. If a few of her scattered custome

rs are attracted by girls, how will she live?

　　Because she was afraid of affecting the girls' mood in accepting guests, the madam kept t

he matter a secret and just asked the turtle slave to bury the person quietly.

　　Rouyi didn't know anything, but felt vaguely strange.

　　For example, when I get up every morning, I can smell the faint smell of blood...

　　In the room, Yan Jue is lying on the bed, looking like an ancient well without any ripples, b

ut her heart is beating very fast.

　　"Miss Wenxiang! Miss Wenxiang!" Someone knocked on the door.

　　Yan Jue: "Come in."

　　The door was opened, and the madam walked in from the outside. She turned around an

d closed the door again. When she turned to look at Yan Jue, the original flattering smile on h

er face disappeared instantly.

　　With a grimace on his face, the Madam took a step forward and whispered: "Shangxian, I'l

l leave everything to you tonight!"

　　Yan Jue nodded heavily: "Don't worry, I will do my best."

　　The Madam walked out with a heavy face.

　　Yan Jue sat up from the bed, raised her hand as white as the bright moon and touched th

e command talisman hanging at her waist.

She is now in the early stage of foundation building, and her cultivation level is very shall

ow. She is not even the immortal mentioned by the old bustard, and she is not really a savior. I

f she is not on a mission, why would she come to such a place.

　　The arrow was on the string and had to be fired, but as a bait to lure the murderer, she co

uldn't help but feel nervous.

　　Yan Jue lay on her side on the bed with a green gauze curtain, her clothes were half unbut

toned, her exposed skin was white, her two long legs were well-proportioned, and veins could

be faintly seen on the white insteps.

　　With such a charming and charming face, it is difficult for people not to believe that she is

not the woman from the brothel.

　　She summoned the iron sword from the storage bag and lay quietly beside her.

　　Half an hour passed, and the night was getting darker.

　　Waves of cold wind blew in from the window.

　　Yan Jue was lying on the bed, unable to wait and couldn't help but get up.

　　In an instant, a pair of big black ears appeared on her head, fanning back and forth like th

e wind.

　　The original owner, the fox demon, still has many advantages, such as very sensitive heari

ng and smell, and can hear many things that others cannot hear.

　　"..."

　　Suddenly, there was a sound of very light footsteps on the eaves outside the window.

　　The tiles were rubbing against each other, and the footsteps were getting faster and faste

r, as if something was running towards this side.

　　Yan Jue's nerves exploded instantly. He lay unconscious on the inside of the bed, but secre

tly stared at the window over there, clenching the iron sword in his hand, and his whole body

tensed up.

　　Suddenly, Rouyi in the next room let out a deafening scream.

　　Yan Jue was stunned, quickly opened the door and rushed out.

　　The murderer didn't come to find her this time, but went to the [Zhaoxia Palace] next doo

r!

　　The distance between the two rooms was very close. Yan Jue arrived at Zhaoxia Hall in a f

ew breaths, kicked open the door suddenly, and saw the back of a tall man.

　　The man was wearing a black night suit, with his back to her and his arms tightly wrapped

around Rouyi's neck.

　　Rouyi's face was pale, she screamed loudly, and her clothes were disheveled.

　　And there was already a naked man lying in a pool of blood on the ground!

　　Yan Jue was holding the cheap iron sword in his hand, silently reciting the sword skills he

had practiced in his heart, raised his hand and slashed at the back of the man in black's neck.

The sword struck the man's back, causing blood to flow profusely.

　　The man quickly dodged and stretched out a thick hand to grab Yan Jue.

　　Yan Jue's heart trembled, and he suddenly threw the quicklime hidden in his sleeve towar

ds the exposed eyes of the man in black.

　　The quicklime stung his eyes, and the man in black let out a muffled groan. An extremely

sharp dagger flashed through the air, as if it was swung at Yan Jue with great force.

　　Yan Jue took the opportunity to lead the girl Rouyi back who had lost her restraints, and s

idled away from the man in black.

　　The man in black jumped out of the window.

　　Yan Jue picked up the iron sword and chased after him.

　　The night is getting darker, but the red light district is full of tourists.

　　The murderer moved quickly, jumping on the beams like an arrow that had escaped from

the string, and his ghostly body gradually turned into ghosts.

　　Yan Jue's original body was a fox demon, and his magical powers were much higher than t

hose of monks in the same realm.

　　She chased after the man in black and jumped from one rafter to another.

　　But after all, she was in the early stages of foundation building, and her body was light at

first, but then she gradually lost strength and her steps gradually became heavier.

　　Yan Jue watched the man in black getting further and further away from him, secretly thin

king that something was wrong.

　　A wave of demonic energy crashed in his chest, and a familiar burning sensation surged o

ver him like an overwhelming force.

　　Yan Jue silently recited "Peace Heart Jue" several times, put in the tail that was accidentall

y exposed, and then saw the man in black climbing down the city gate. Yan Jue followed close

ly and jumped down from the city gate to a forest outside Qingye Town.

　　The man in black was nowhere to be seen.

　　"The man in black...went into the forest?"

　　The forest was very quiet, and you could faintly hear a few eerie bird calls from the trees,

which was completely different from the city.

　　Yan Jue clenched the iron sword in his hand and walked a short distance into the forest.

　　The dry leaves made a crisp sound under the soles of my feet.

　　It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

　　"..."

　　Tonight's pursuit may be in vain.

Yan Jue looked at the darkness in front of him and couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

　　The man in black came to the brothel once a month. This time she lost track of him, and s

he didn't know when the next time would be.

　　Every command talisman in the Chief's Pavilion has a time limit. If the murderer went into

hiding to recover from his injuries, the mission would have expired next month.

　　If the mission fails, the next command talisman will not be received for half a year.

　　Even if she waited for another one, she would have been killed by Bingshan heroine Qi Xia

nqing!

　　Yan Jue was heartbroken, picked up the iron sword in his hand, and chopped down the th

ousand-year-old tree in front of him.

　　The thousand-year-old tree remained motionless, with only a shallow mark appearing wh

ere it was cut.

　　Yan Jue: "..."

　　Now, Yan Jue completely understands the importance of cultivation in this world.

　　If her Qinggong had been better, or if her cultivation had been higher, maybe the murder

er wouldn't have escaped without a trace.

　　Yan Jue knew that there was no point in staying here any longer, so it would be better to

go back quickly to see how Miss Rouyi was doing.

　　Yan Jue turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed something and

his footsteps stopped abruptly.

　　Not far away, in the depths of the dark forest, a faint glimmer of light appeared.

　　In the silent forest, a very faint sound suddenly appeared.

　　It's so weak that it will disappear in an instant if you don't pay attention.

　　Yan Jue's dark ears instantly stood up on his head, turning left and right like the wind, and

found that the sound was indeed coming from the dim light over there.

　　"Top-class herbal medicine! Only three spirit stones!!!"

　　"High-quality bat eyes! You can take it away with just one beaded hairpin!"

　　Footsteps, shouts...

　　It's a bit like the noisy dishes in modern times market!

　　Yan Jue frowned, clenched his sword and walked towards Shimmer.

　　Passing through the messy grass, everything around me gradually became clearer.

　　Yan Jue was stunned and opened his eyes unconsciously.

　　Deep in the forest is actually...

　　a market? !

　　The originally dense forest suddenly became empty in this area.

People of all kinds set up stalls on both sides of the open space.

　　There are various items on the stalls.

　　There were people coming and going in the middle, and it was very lively.

　　Yan Jue walked in and saw that no one around her was surprised by her entry, and her ten

se nerves relaxed a little.

　　"..."

　　Yan Jue walked around in this market, which was large or small, and made a surprising dis

covery.

　　All the stall owners in this market are monsters!

　　The original owner is a vixen who has a natural sense of the same kind. The person settin

g up the stall looks human on the surface, but there is a thick black gas around his head.

　　Demonic spirit.

　　A young man passing by introduced her enthusiastically: "This is the Pavilion of Ten Thous

and Demons. You can find unexpected treasures here."

　　The world is divided into three major forces: humans, demons, and demons.

　　Demons are a neutral group between humans and demons and have their own independ

ent living space.

　　This Ten Thousand Demons Pavilion is the legendary market opened by a turtle spirit fami

ly.

　　Not only here, but also in other major cities.

　　Demons all over the world can sell their treasured items here.

　　Monsters also have their own lives, and they need to eat and trade just like people. Wha

t's wrong with having their own market?

　　Yan Jue didn't find it strange at all.

　　She is also a little fox herself.

　　Yan Jue unknowingly stopped at a stall.

　　What caught the eye was a square piece of metal, exuding a dazzling luster under the mo

onlight.

　　There are several big characters written on the wooden sign next to it: Lock the Demon Ci

rcle.

　　The person who set up the stall was a pig spirit, and he introduced to Yan Jue enthusiastic

ally: "Madam, this is a demon locking circle made of North Sea black iron. As long as you carr

y it with you, it can lock your own demon energy, making it difficult for practitioners to detect

it. "It's very cheap. Do you want to try it?"

Yan Jue's eyes lit up: "This thing..."

　　She paused mid-sentence.

　　Awkward.

　　She has no money.

　　In this world, ordinary currency is of no use to cultivators, and transactions are basically c

onducted with spiritual stones.

　　But the original owner only wanted to accompany the male protagonist and did not comp

lete any tasks. Naturally, he did not have any savings.

　　The pig spirit seemed to notice her embarrassment, and his fiery gaze fell on the top of h

er head: "Why do you need to worry, madam? This demon locking circle is not that valuable, y

ou can just exchange it for the pearl hairpin on your head!"

　　Yan Jue was stunned. , raised her hand to pull off the hairpin on her head, and handed it t

o the pig spirit: "Can it be done?"

　　She knew that barter could be used in ancient times, but she didn't know that it could still

be used in this way.

　　The values are not equal!

　　After some questioning, Yan Jue finally understood that for old demons like them who liv

ed in deep mountains and old forests, these human decorative items were very rare.

　　In the past, if monsters wanted these gadgets, they could just grab them, but now the five

major immortal sects have become more and more strict in their jurisdiction over the monster

world, and no monsters dare to rob them.

　　Rouge, hairpin rings, purses, handkerchiefs and other items can be traded as currency in

Wanyao Pavilion.

　　In this way, the spiritual stone currency commonly used in the world of cultivation is wort

hless in the Ten Thousand Demons Market.

　　Yan Jue took the glittering golden demon-locking circle and was wondering why such a n

eat cube was called "circle" when he saw a flash of golden light in his palm.

　　This piece of North Sea Black Iron suddenly changed!

　　The black iron that was originally square slowly grew longer in her palm, and slowly close

d upwards, gradually turning into a shining golden necklace.

　　It was clean, with a lock hanging in the center of the gold collar, and three small bells han

ging below the lock.

　　Boss Zhu Jing smiled and said: "This black iron is very spiritual and will change according t

o the user's temperament. In the hands of the lady, it becomes a longevity lock. In the hands

of others, I don't know what it looks like." Got it."

　　Yan Jue was so happy that she immediately put the demon lock around her neck.

　　The cold collar rested on her neck, and she felt a slight change in her body.

The uncontrollable demonic energy in his body seemed to dissipate in an instant.

　　In the original work, the author briefly described how the original owner got into Wulong

Mountain.

　　However, after cultivating a fox demon as an adult, it is difficult to get rid of the demonic

aura. The reason why the heroine Qi Xianqing later stabbed her with a sword was because she

failed to protect herself from the demonic aura and was discovered.

　　Now she just lacks this thing.