boyutpedia Chapter 324 Just missed it
Chapter 324 Just missed it
The evening in Shanghai is still lively.
The day is over and the night market is about to begin.
The daytime is the world of mortals, and the night is the realm of demons.
After all, demon cultivators also need to make a living.
The various foods for sale also began to become strange, but they were all kinds of spiritual food. Placed on the road were cultivation supplies - various kinds of blood.
Wen Ye walked in front of these stalls, glancing at the things one by one. His eyes were calm, and he just listened to the conversations of those demon cultivators.
"That man killed several people again today. It is said that his methods were very cruel."
"The group of people responsible for guarding Xueming Palace should have been almost killed. How pitiful."
"Don't feel sorry for yourself. If this batch is gone, we'll have to reassign new ones. Maybe it will be our turn. But there's someone who's lucky today. He didn't complete his mission, but he's not dead yet."
"Ah? The monarch didn't kill him? What mission did he have to be spared by the monarch?"
"It seems like they are looking for someone, but the people inside didn't reveal it."
When Wen Ye heard this, he paused slightly. He turned his head to look at the stall next to him, which was a stall selling blood.
The people who were speaking were vendors not far away. Wen Ye didn't look at them, but just silently looked at the blood on the stall in front of him.
The blood was collected in basins, and the bloody smell was overwhelming.
Behind the stall was a sturdy demon cultivator, he glanced at Wen Ye, with a clean and tidy temperament, like a lamb that had just arrived in the Demon Realm, he stroked his chin and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Buy blood?"
The sturdy demon cultivator spoke as he pointed at the three large basins on the stall.
"Cow blood, sheep blood, and dog blood, what do you want?"
The topic of the conversation among the demon cultivators behind him had changed, and Wen Ye no longer paid attention to it.
He raised his head and glanced at the sturdy demon cultivator. His dark eyes were like an icy cold pond, revealing a hint of chilliness.
When the sturdy demon cultivator met his gaze, he paused slightly, as if he had made a mistake. The little lamb did not look like a lamb, but more like a little wolf with claws and fangs.
Wen Ye didn't say much. He turned around and left without saying a word, blending into the crowd on the road.
He had been to this street before. The demon cultivators here were not easy to get along with, so it was enough for him to come here every day to get some news.
Yan Ping stood in a corner of the street, looking coldly at the various bones and blood sold by the vendors.
It was his first time appearing in the Magic City, and he hadn’t expected that there were places selling these things in his city. Although most of them were animal blood, a small part was mixed with human blood.
No one reported it!
Looking at the demon cultivators on the street, Yan Ping's blue pupils were filled with chill and murderous intent, and he began to gather spiritual power in his palms.
His eyes suddenly fell on the back of a person leaving. He was stunned for a moment, and the spiritual power in his palm dissipated unconsciously.
It was a tall but somewhat thin figure.
It was inconspicuous, but among this group of demon cultivators, it was particularly conspicuous and attracted his attention.
When Yan Ping wanted to look again, the figure disappeared into the crowd.
Yan Ping felt a sense of strangeness. He curled his fingers instinctively, and a sense of emptiness rose in his blue pupils.
He stood there, looking at the street in front of him, his pretty eyebrows slightly frowned. He instinctively felt that this shouldn't be the case.
But what was it like originally?
Such a person suddenly appeared on the street. He was dressed in black, with white hair draped behind him. Between his delicate eyebrows were a pair of azure blue pupils.
At this moment, there was a hint of emptiness in his expression, as if he was unconsciously searching for something, just like a harmless doll that had been abandoned.
The demon cultivator, who was originally on guard, felt a surge of heat and greed in his eyes when he saw this scene.
Even though those who are being killed now dare not make a sound, they are essentially demon cultivators, and being bold and reckless is their basic quality.
"Young Master, are you looking for me?"
"Do you need our help?"
They were approaching silently.
Yan Ping's previous thoughts were interrupted, and a coldness suddenly rose in his eyes, and a thick layer of ice covered his blue pupils.
However, those demon cultivators did not care. The beauty was alluring, and they only remembered the scene they had just seen.
Yan Ping looked at the demon cultivators who were getting closer and closer, and a sense of anger rose in his heart. When he gathered spiritual power in his palms, he thought of the figure just now and simply restrained his strength.
Just cut off the heads of the last few demon cultivators.
The thud of heads hitting the ground and the noise of corpses falling to the ground finally woke up the demon cultivators.
They looked at the clean cuts on the heads on the ground, exactly the same as those hanging in the streets.
The previously noisy atmosphere suddenly became silent.
Panic rose in everyone's eyes, and they all knelt down in unison, no one daring to speak.
There are a lot of people on this street, and any noise can quickly spread.
Many people who didn't understand what was happening, when they saw others kneeling down, also knelt down for the sake of caution, and the street became quiet in an instant.
Yan Ping looked at the crowd of people kneeling in front of him with a cold and frightening look in his eyes. He suppressed the hostility in his eyes, raised his eyes and looked forward, but the figure just now disappeared.
He walked towards the direction where the figure had just left with a cold face.
The demon cultivators who were kneeling on the ground and dared not look up could only see a pair of black boots, with the hem of their clothes swaying slightly, passing by in front of them.
From time to time, I could hear the sound of heads hitting the ground, followed by the thumping of corpses, and the smell of blood began to spread on the street.
At this moment, all the demon cultivators realized that their new demon lord had arrived.
No one dared to resist, and some would even step back to make way when the hem of the clothes passed in front of them.
Finished a street.
The smell of blood rose to the sky.