Today I finally didn't lose my breath and torture, I could walk around the villa at will, eat whatever I wanted, play whatever I wanted, and every fox regarded me as the head of the house and obeyed me.

Early the next morning, Hu Yifei and I hit the road, one day earlier than the time agreed with Miao Qianqian.

This is thanks to my cultivation speed, and I have the ability to fight against three consecutive qi losses one day in advance.

I drove my dilapidated Xiaoliu in Qianzhuang and walked along the mountain road, and in less than half an hour, I got on the highway.

Hu Yifei squatted on the driver's platform, curiously looking at the scenery outside the car window, and kept meowing.

In the beginning, I wanted to talk to her, and even wanted her to become human.

Anyway, leaving Hu Hongying and them, there are no outsiders here, and it is better to talk to a person than to talk to a cat.

However, Hu Yifei didn't pay attention to me at all, annoyed by my question, and glared at me.

I don't think I'm bored, if you like to be alone, just let you, it's like I have a kitten.

More than 100 kilometers of road, it took nearly two hours to arrive.

Because Cuiyuan Street is closer than Dongfeng Road, I plan to go to see Miao Qianqian first and then go home.

Maocai Pickle Factory is a well-known old enterprise in Baozhou City, with a history of more than 100 years, and it is said that during the Qing Dynasty, the pickles they produced were also paid as tribute to the court.

However, with the development of the times, there are fewer and fewer people who eat pickles, and the business of the pickle factory is also declining, and the factory is in disrepair, a dilapidated scene.

The big iron door was locked, and a fat old man in his sixties and seventies in the doorman's room waved his hand in surprise when he saw me driving over, and said, "Today's weekend, if you don't go to work, you can come back tomorrow to discuss business." ”

This is obviously an ordinary pickle factory, how did it become the office of the Monster Administration?

I was a little surprised and said, "Master, I'll buy pickles." ”

"Buy pickles?" the old man pointed to a shop on the left side of the gate, and said, "Where to buy pickles, there are all kinds of pickles." ”

With my head full of muddy, I drove over and parked the car.

Just as I was about to get out of the car, Hu Yifei suddenly opened his eyes and got into my jacket pocket like lightning.

This little fox has indeed not forgotten what he came here for.

In front of the same is a very old shop, although the area is more than 100 square meters, but the facilities are extremely simple, there are more than a dozen large vats in a row at the door, there are more than a dozen tin boxes on the counter, and a strong smell of pickles comes to the face.

This shop is attached to the pickle factory, and serves as a display place for the pickle factory's products, and also occasionally does some retail business.

Behind the counter, there is a fat middle-aged woman in her forties, who is holding a mobile phone and scrolling through Tik Tok, constantly laughing hahaha.

When the woman saw me coming in, she didn't even raise her head and asked, "What to buy, look at it!"

"I ...... Buy pickles!" "I'm a little puzzled, could it be Miao Qianqian teasing me?"

"How fresh, what are you doing here without buying pickles?" the middle-aged woman glanced up at me.

"Any jambalks?"

"Yes, the third jar on your left, and here, it's all mixed pickles. ”

"I'll buy ......" I was about to say how many assorted pickles I would buy, when I suddenly froze.

The number written on the note that Miao Qianqian gave me at the beginning seemed to be more than three catties, but I didn't remember how much it was.

That number should be some kind of code word, I hurriedly reached into my pocket to look for it, not only did I not find the note, but I ran into Hu Yifei.

Hu Yifei screamed impatiently, stretched out his little paws, and even scratched the back of my hand.

"How much do you buy?" the middle-aged woman finally stood up, walked over with a shovel and a plastic bag, and said, "You often eat our pickles, right? ”

"I ...... Let's come to three pounds and six taels!" I was in a hurry, and casually said a number.

Just buy pickles, who doesn't have to buy a whole catty, the most is half a catty, and it is almost impossible to have six taels or seven taels.

Sure enough, the woman paused, looked up at me carefully, and asked, "Three catties and six taels, are you sure?"

Sure enough, it was a code word.

I said, "That's right, it's just three pounds and six taels!"

"Not enough!" the woman put the plastic bag and shovel back.

"Not enough, how is this possible?" This big vat of assorted pickles, not two hundred catties, also has one hundred and fifteen, right?

"It's really not enough, these aren't assorted items. The middle-aged woman actually covered the big vat with assorted pickles and said: "But there is a factory in the factory, you go in from here, turn left when you enter the door, and go to the second workshop, our deputy director is over there, and he will give you three catties and six taels of assorted pickles." ”

Sure enough, if it's a code, there will be a new instruction.

Overjoyed, immersed in the joy of being a spy, I nodded at the middle-aged woman, followed her finger, walked through the back door of the shop, and entered the factory.

The whole factory is deserted, with a row of more than a dozen office buildings in front and three rows of workshops about 50 meters in length in the back.

Because it was a weekend, the whole factory was deserted, and there was not a single figure in sight.

I rushed to the second workshop, pushed open an iron door, and walked in.

The moment the iron door was pushed open, I clearly felt that there seemed to be some special energy fluctuation sweeping past me.

I looked left and right, and when I saw nothing unusual, I continued walking.

"Boom!" However, when I took less than three steps, the floor in front of me suddenly flipped up, and a large hole in the ground appeared with a diameter of more than two meters.

Beneath the "Boom ......" was a metal cage, and when the floor returned to its original shape, the metal cage began to slide down a tunnel deeper into the ground.

Exciting, this is indeed the office of the Monster Administration.

They are a special unit, and the place where they work is naturally more mysterious.

It is estimated that in the underground of the pickle factory, there must be a brightly lit palace, in which all kinds of goblins shuttle back and forth, which is definitely a novel and spectacular scene.

The tunnel was very long, spiraling down, about a hundred meters, and I estimated that it had gone deeper than thirty meters underground.

Suddenly, I felt a lightness in my body, and the iron cage actually floated up, and there seemed to be no tunnel underneath.

Then there was a loud bang, and the iron cage hit a stone wall and bounced back.

"Poof!" the cage flipped on its side and, with me, fell into a waist-deep pool.

In an instant, a foul smell came to my face, and around my body, there seemed to be the corpses of dead animals!