The crowd forgot about the threat of death and turned their gaze towards Wang Ling...
"Young man, what did you just say?" one of the slaves exclaimed in disbelief, "You said you killed your way in?"
The others stared at Wang Ling, finding it hard to believe that someone could make their way into the realm of demons.
Moreover, the most important thing was that Wang Ling looked too clean. He didn't resemble someone who had just gone through a killing spree. He looked as though he had just taken a bath and changed clothes.
Wang Ling naturally felt the suspicion of these slaves, but he didn't bother to explain the matter.
"This isn't important. What I want to know now is whether you're missing some people among you," Wang Ling asked casually.
In response, one of the slaves quickly replied, "You mean Skinny Monkey and Sick Seed? They're hiding deep in the mine because they're afraid of being crushed."