And now, the man was lying on the ground, covered in blood, with his eyes wide open, and he had died of exhaustion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The blood beneath him flowed more and more, gradually coagulating into filthy blood.

Even if this person died, no one would come to collect his body. Over time, it became a road paved with bones and blood.

The squirrel stood on Zhu Qing's shoulder, stared at the two of them for a while, and said, "Look, these two people are about the same age as you, and they can kill people so easily." So don't say that Song Ye didn't remind you, you have to be careful everywhere in this dungeon?"

The squirrel suddenly stopped talking, making Zhu Qing a little strange.

He moved away and stared at the horrific corpse on the ground, suppressed the strong sense of rejection in his heart, and frowned and asked, "Squirrel, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't worry, why don't I think the breath of these two people is not quite right?" The squirrel said with doubts in his tone, encouraging Zhu Qingdao: "Boy, do you want to try to get close to them? The distance is too far to judge." ”

After being pitted by the squirrel so many times, Zhu Qing already had a sense of vigilance, and he didn't want to directly refuse the squirrel's request: "Forget it, those two people have good strength at a glance, isn't it Song Ye, do you tell me to be careful? Besides, this distance, for you Song Ye, is it still far away?" Zhu Qing couldn't help but teased.

The squirrel scolded angrily: "You bastard, do you think Master Songye and I have a dog's nose?

A person and a squirrel began to argue, but Zhu Qing was careless, and the movement was a little louder, which seemed to alarm the two people not far away.

One of them was a little shorter, looking like a woman, turned around, and his cold gaze fell directly on Zhu Qing, as if he wanted to poke a hole in him: "Boy, what did you just say?"

Zhu Qing didn't expect to be called suddenly, and accidentally met the woman's gaze, only to feel that the temperature around him dropped instantly, and his arms obviously began to stiffen, looking down, Zhu Qing was shocked to find that at some point, a layer of snow-white frost had formed on his hands, and his fingertips had even condensed fine and dense ice ballast.

For a moment, Zhu Qing almost thought that this masked woman was Yun Yanshan. After all, when the arrogant girl attacked that night, she used a similar trick to freeze his entire room, and later attacked him with ice arrows.

Zhu Qing had also studied Yun Yanshan's tricks and guessed that this was probably a special exercise. It is strange to hear that Yun Yanshan and Black Fan are father and daughter, but they are not taught by Black Fan, and the number of attack paths used by the two is completely different.

But the idea that this woman was Yun Yanshan only appeared in Zhu Qing's mind for a moment, and he vetoed it himself, firstly because the two were very different in shape and temperament, and secondly, because the lethality was completely different. When facing Yun Yanshan, Zhu Qing could easily deal with her. However, this woman didn't even move her hand, she had already quietly broken through the defenses around him and directly froze one of his hands!

Zhu Qing didn't dare to be careless, and immediately used his spiritual power to resist. Soon, the frost on his hand was melted by the fast-moving spiritual power in his body, turning into ice water and falling to the ground drop by drop.

When the woman saw that her tricks were resolved, she didn't care, but smiled and said, "Boy, you have some ability!"

After that, a slender ice spike suddenly appeared under her black sleeve, which was not clear in the darkness, but the cold air rushed towards her.

"I don't know this, can you stand it?!"

The woman let out a low cry and had already made a gesture to make a move. Zhu Qing didn't dare to be careless, just about to face the battle, the tall man who had been standing next to the woman and was silent suddenly spoke: "Don't make trouble." ”

The man had not spoken before, and he was standing next to the woman in pitch black, and his sense of presence was a little weak. Now that he suddenly spoke, Zhu Qing noticed that he was different This man was very tall, and his voice was extremely hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been injured.

His voice was not loud, but it was these three short words that made the movements of the woman next to him stop instantly, and the ice spike quietly retracted.

The woman nodded, and snorted at Zhu Qing from afar: "Boy, count your fate!"

After that, Zhu Qing's eyes flashed, and when he looked at the two people again, they had disappeared. Zhu Qing looked around and didn't notice them, and couldn't help but be shocked by the speed of the other party. And with their departure, the chilly air around Zhu Qing disappeared in an instant.

These two people are definitely not ordinary masters!

Zhu Qing was only glad that he didn't really do anything offensive to the other party. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, shook his head, and walked around the way.

Zhu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but the squirrel was not happy, and he was shouting his dissatisfaction all the way: "Why don't you go over? What are you afraid of?" was obviously very dissatisfied with Zhu Qing's behavior of not going over to let him figure out the identities of the two people.

Zhu Qing didn't understand why the squirrels were biting these two people to death: "Master Song, with all due respect, those two have nothing to do with us, why do you insist so much?"

"What do you know!" The squirrel was anxious: "Those two have the breath of the demon clan on them!"

"I know what you want to say, do you want to say that maybe they just came back from the no man's stream? Let me tell you, people are people, and the demon clan is the demon clan, and you can't tell the difference between humans and demon clans, can't I tell the difference between Song Ye and me?!

Hearing the squirrel's words, Zhu Qing was a little surprised.

"You mean they are from the Demon Clan?" Zhu Qing frowned and asked, "Didn't you say that the Demon Clan would not leave the clan land easily?" The aura of the two people just now was indeed unusual, but there was no evidence that they were the guests of the Demon Clan.

"Forget it, let's go. Now I don't have a chance to verify it!" The squirrel snorted angrily, obviously unhappy: "In case they are really demon clans, but it shouldn't be a big deal, don't think about it!"

Although the squirrel brushed this matter aside, Zhu Qing did not ignore it. He knew very well that the squirrels were hiding a lot of things, if the demon clan really appeared in Qingye City, then what was their purpose? Zhu Qingyi thought about the black-winged spider butterfly eggs that Qiu Lanzun wanted to participate in his own search, and couldn't help but wonder if there was any connection between the two.

But he still suppressed the doubts in his heart and chose to complete tonight's task first. After such a turmoil, Zhu Qing did not encounter similar troubles on the road behind him, and when he walked to the end of this long dark street and saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but be surprised.

I saw that in front of me is a staircase that is not very wide, and it extends to the bottomless underground dungeon and the prosperity of Aoba City is different, it is more like a high tower buried in the ground, with fine iron as the skeleton, all kinds of buildings are built layer by layer, both like a downtown and like a drinking party, each floor is lit with bright lights, the boundary is very clear, and there are stairs between different floors, and the layout is very complicated.

Countless people wearing silver masks shuttled through it, some shouted loudly, some whispered, no matter what, Zhu Qing could feel an atmosphere that was completely different from the outside, a bloody and murderous atmosphere.

"There are seven floors down here. The squirrel seemed to have forgotten the previous unpleasantness, and came out to Zhu Qing again: "The first five floors are relatively normal, they are places for underground transactions and buying and selling goods, and the last two floors are forgotten, so don't mention it." ”

"What are the last two layers?" The squirrel rarely had something to keep his mouth shut, which inevitably aroused Zhu Qing's curiosity.

"Alas, what do you humans say about the sixth layer, what is that word called?" Squirrel scratched his ears with his paws and said, "To be honest, Master Song, I really have some difficulty understanding how you humans play. ”

Zhu Qing thought about it, and suddenly understood what the squirrel was talking about, and couldn't help but blush. Although he is not unfamiliar with this kind of thing, he still feels a little embarrassed to be mentioned so clearly.

"What about the seventh layer?" In order to change the topic, Zhu Qing hurriedly asked.

"The seventh layer is called hell. The squirrel changed his words and sneered: "Think about it, boy, this dungeon is not the light of day, killing people is as common as drinking water and eating, what is the situation on the seventh floor at the bottom of the dungeon, can't you guess?"

"To be honest, I haven't seen Song Ye with my own eyes, but I've heard of it when I was living here. The seventh layer is called the martial arts field, which is a place to bet on and watch the fight, if this is the case, it will be fine, after all, this kind of thing is your own choice. But it's even more cruel here, once you lose, whether it's life or death, whether the other party is willing to spare your life or not, you will be sent to the Yama Hall and subjected to eighteen kinds of torture. There is also an unwritten rule here, that is, if the undead loser can survive the eighteen tortures and still be angry, then the dungeon will give you the best medicine for the wound, find the best healer, and guarantee to cure you. ”

Eighteen kinds of torture: Where can human beings endure?

As long as Zhu Qing thought about going up the knife mountain and going down to the oil pot, he felt that he was terrified that he would really use this kind of torture to deal with people?

"However, I have also heard that there are really people in this seventh layer, who did not die after undergoing eighteen tortures, but broke through. The squirrel sighed: "I don't know if it's true, if that's the case, that person is really hard!"

Zhu Qing couldn't help but say: "It makes people want to see him." "Those who survive this kind of torture must have extremely strong willpower.

"Forget it, it's just a loser, otherwise he won't be sent to the Yama Palace! Even if he is cured and hurts the foundation, it is estimated that most of this person has already been abolished. The squirrel didn't care.

Indeed it is.

Once the foundation is destroyed, unless there is another adventure, this life is no different from a wasted person. Thinking of this, Zhu Qing couldn't help but feel a little regretful. But after the pity, he has to do more important things.