This person is wearing a gray-black robe, and the style looks respectful, it should be similar to a steward in this attic, and the jade pendant on the waist and the material of the clothes should be of high rank.

"Sir, sir...... Look at me, look at me! ”

Seeing the person appearing, a group of young men hurriedly surrounded the man, scrambling to let the family see them.

"Get out of here!" The steward directly shook away this group of teenagers with spiritual power, how could a group of teenagers in the Spirit Sprout Stage resist even a random blow from the Spirit Lake Stage?

The teenagers were shocked to the ground one after another, and their mouths were slightly lower and they spit blood, and their internal organs were shattered, and they fainted directly from the pain.

"The old rule, throw these unconscious people outside." The steward indifferently instructed the guards on both sides.

The guards on both sides were also very skillful in directly lifting the teenagers who had fallen to the ground and fainted, and threw them directly out of the backyard door, ignoring the fact that they were seriously injured at this time.

"It's too ugly, throw it out!"

"The body bones are not bad, but after the age of eighteen, throw it out!"

"Sir...... I really just celebrated my eighteenth birthday last month, so please be okay and leave me behind! Please! The eighteen-year-old immediately threw himself into the butler's thigh, trying to speak for himself.

But the speed difference between the two was so big, the steward kicked the eighteen-year-old boy away, and the eighteen-year-old boy was directly shattered! The heart is torn apart!

Losing his heart in the spirit bud stage is losing his life, even if Dongfang Zitang takes out the pill now, he can't save the young man's life.

"Don't worry, it's just a memory of this seat, in fact, this boy died a thousand years ago." The Lord of the Black Market said lightly.

Dongfang Zitang didn't speak, she knew how humble the life of the weak was in front of the strong, but the death of that young man not only had no meaning, but a steward dared to act like this, and it seemed that he was already a habitual offender.

In the outside world, is the strong the absolute law? Dongfang Zitang's eyes were cold.

"Ridiculous, untouchables, want to touch me too?" The steward cast a purifying spell on himself, disgusted.

The body of the eighteen-year-old boy was thrown out like this, and many of the teenagers had fear written in their eyes, but they did not want to back down.

"Throw it out."

"Throw it out."

"It's okay, you stay, Bai Bai and Qing look pleasing, just be a scholar next to an adult."

"Thank you, sir!" Although the young man's eyes were written with fear and unwillingness, and even a hint of humiliation, there was also ecstasy in his eyes.

"Scholar?" Dongfang Zitang shook his head, "I'm afraid this is not for the selection of the family, but for the selection of **, right?" ”

If he was just a scholar, how could that young man show such a look?

"Yes, ** in the outside world, there are many of them, the weak are not qualified to decide their own fate, even if they know that the road ahead will be bumpy, and even if they are not human, they will still decide to sell their bodies to serve the same men, because in this way they can get resources, and it is possible to change their own fate." The Lord of the Black Market replied.

"The road of the world, why should it be like this." Dongfang Zitang disagreed.

"You're right, the world is the road, why should it be like this, but once someone thinks he is cornered, he may be able to do anything." The lord of the black market said lightly, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Dongfang Zitang.

Finally, the steward saw the young man who was at the peak of the spiritual sprout stage, and his eyes lit up: "Although you were born poorly, this talent is not bad, so I will ...... I made an exception to accept you, so let's fight under me first. ”

"Is that okay!? Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! The boy was grateful, and everyone looked at him with envy.

The lord of the black market took Dongfang Zitang's hand and began to walk away again.

"Do you want to know what happened to that teenager?" The Lord of the Black Market asked.

"It must not be good."

"Oh? Why? ”

"You said that you came to this world a thousand years ago, and it must have been you who passed through this place and finally arrived in the world where I live, that is...... What allows you to see the ending is not a good ending. ”

"Not bad."

Although Dongfang Zitang's words were a little strange, the lord of the black market agreed with Dongfang Zitang's words. The longevity of spiritual cultivation is far beyond the reach of many people, and if it had a good ending, the master of the black market would not have known the end of that young man so quickly.

At this time, the path that Dongfang Zitang and the Lord of the Black Market had walked began to speed up, and when they stopped, they were already outside the city after an unknown number of days and nights.

It was a moonless night, and Dongfang Zitang heard a woman's cry. When I looked at it, I saw a woman crying with the boy she had seen before, and the boy had a large blood stain on his chest, which seemed to be the heart that had been pulled out and he had completely lost his life.

"The young man entered the attic with his talent, and received a little more care from the owner of the attic, but he was harassed many times by the steward, who was so talented and arrogant that he was not convinced, and said that if the steward did this again, he would tell the attic owner about it."

When the lord of the black market said this, Dongfang Zitang knew what this young man had experienced. The young man was too arrogant and unscrupulous, and how easy it was for the steward who was trusted by his master to play with him for many years in the attic. But he relied on his outstanding talent and thought that he was respected, and even threatened the steward in person...... According to Dongfang Zitang's previous understanding of the style of this steward, it is conceivable that his life will not be long.

"Dog thief! My son is so gifted, and you treat him like this! I, Li Situ, swear here! If I don't take your life, I will not be a man!" ”

The mother cried hoarsely and swore poisonous oaths. Her heartache is indescribable.

"Do you want to know how this mother is?" The Lord of the Black Market asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, you just happened to bump into this scene when you left the city, how do you know what happened to this mother?" Dongfang Zitang asked rhetorically.

The lord of the black market hooked his lips and smiled, it was really the same as this little girl thought, he did just bump into such a scene when he left.

"I was really going to leave, but I thought it was interesting at the time, so I followed this woman," said the lord of the black market, "This woman is calmer than her son, she is desperately doing business during the day, and secretly cultivating at night, and this seat has followed her for two whole years." ”

The fast-forward shot flashed in front of Dongfang Zitang's eyes.

Two years later, this mother's cultivation had only been promoted from the third order of the Spirit Sprout Stage to the fourth order of the Spirit Sprout Stage, and every day she watched the people in the attic drunk and dreaming of death, she would think of the death of her child, and she became more and more impatient.

Later, she received a trade order from the attic, which turned out to be about food. She thought to herself, this opportunity has come.

She used all her belongings to buy a bottle of poison that was said to be able to poison even the peak of the Spirit Sea Stage, and prepared a comprehensive plan.

Finally, the day has come to deliver the ingredients to the attic.

On this day, she had been waiting outside the attic for the news of someone's death in the attic, imagining the scene of avenging her son, and her whole body was boiling.

The lord of the black market took Dongfang Zitang's hand and walked into the attic, where the owner was preparing to eat this delicacy made with the most popular ingredients of the moment.