Dugu Haotian and Gu Lian Chafeng didn't know where they were hiding, and they didn't show any trace until this time.

Not far from the unfinished inn, there was a makeshift camp.

The camp was deep underground, barely able to withstand a night storm or two, also from the Nether natives.

As he led Long Sanguan to the camp, he complained, "Those lazy, damned natives, it only took a day to build this camp for their own habitation, but it took more than twenty days to build the post station. ”

Long Sanguan said: "After all, the camp is temporary, and it has to be re-strengthened every day, and it naturally cannot be compared with a post station that can withstand storms for a long time." ”

"But I just can't get used to seeing their weak looks, if it weren't for our Sword Sect to provide them with water and food, these lazy guys would have died a long time ago. Parles Tightrope said indignantly.

Long Sanguan shook his head and did not speak.

As a cultivator of the inner sect of the Sword Sect, he naturally knew that these Nether aborigines had relied on Xingyue Lake for their livelihood since ancient times.

Long Sanguan also knew that before the outsiders entered the Nether. The aborigines have built countless "post stations", which surround Xingyue Lake layer by layer, and together form a civilization that is not glorious, but it is resilient enough.

But all of this was completely lost in the dust of history from the day the outsider entered the Nether.

Although the current Xingyue Lake has not been really occupied by anyone for a long time because of the mutual containment of many forces, whether it is the Sword Sect, the Yinhai Lin Family, or Tianyuan City, all the foreign forces have a little consensus.

That is, Xingyue Lake must not be returned to the natives of the Nether, Xingyue Lake is like the lifeblood of those aborigines, controlling Xingyue Lake is to cut off the source of water and food for the natives of the Nether Realm, and it is to cut off the fire of civilization that the natives of the Nether have inherited for thousands of years.

Walking into the camp, a sense of coolness came to his face, not to mention the two inner monks Long Sanguan and Paris Tightrope, Lu Li alone was already not afraid of the cold and heat, but the cool feeling after stepping into the camp at this time still made Lu Li's body and mind relax.

"Brother Sanguan, I recently asked someone to bring a few boxes of good wine from the "Molten Iron Hill", and I am worried that no one will accompany me to drink it. ”

Long Sanguan smiled when he heard this, and introduced to Lu Li: "The 'Molten Iron Hill' is one of the holy cities of the dwarf race, and the spirits produced there are all first-class and superlative ......."

"Don't go in the outer monks, the liquor in the Molten Iron Hill is not something that the outer monks can bear." ”

Long Sanguan frowned, and was about to speak, but he heard Lu Li take the lead and said: "It doesn't matter, it just so happens that I am more interested in those aborigines who are working outside." ”

With that, Lu Li had already walked out of the camp on his own.

"Heh, what do you say that you are interested in the aborigines, tsk......" Pales Tightrope only glanced at Lu Li's departing back before retracting his gaze, and turned to Long Sanguan and said: "Let's go, Brother Sanguan, this batch of wine I purchased is guaranteed to taste your taste." ”

Leaving the camp, Lu Li walked all the way back to the post house under construction, he looked at the aborigines who seemed to be very busy coming and going, and a question suddenly popped up in his heart.

Lu Li stopped an aborigine, pointed to the various building materials that the other party was holding in his arms, piled up like a hill, and asked, "This nether realm is barren, where do you build materials come from?"

The native's eyes were slightly dazed, and he shook his head, and was about to turn sideways and walk around.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Lu Li muttered to himself in confusion as he held his left hand on the quaint jade that hung from his waist.

The moment he injected the sword yuan into Yujue, a light and sweet female voice sounded in Lu Li's mind.

Lu Li said directly: "Translate the language." ”

The quaint jade jue held by Lu Li in his left hand emitted a faint faint light, and this blue-blue shimmer stayed on the aboriginal for a while, and then disappeared.

Lu Li's mind immediately sounded in a light and pleasant female voice: "The target has been detected as 'Nether Blasphemous', and the language has been translated into 'Desecration'......"

Lu Li cleared his throat and said to the nether aboriginal who had gone around again, "Hey, what's your name?"

The blasphemous was stunned for a moment, then replied, "My name is Kruru. ”

"Kruru? Lu Li muttered in his heart, and asked the previous question: "There are barren deserts everywhere here, where did the building materials in your hand come from?"

The blasphemous man was stunned, this act of being stunned before speaking seemed to be a habit of his kind, and Kruru replied, "Underground, a lot. ”

Lu Li nodded and said, "You go." ”

Kruru walked away with the building materials in his arms, his rough-skinned face showing no expression, like a soulless puppet, numbly repeating the day-to-day labor.

Lu Li stopped to watch the process of building a post station by the blasphemous people, and found that these short aborigines did have something special.

The first is that the building materials that Kruru said originated from the ground would be stacked in front of an apparently old-looking blasphemost before they could actually be put into use.

Then the old blasphemers staggered, dancing a dance without the slightest sense of beauty.

The building materials were constantly carried by the young Blaspher, and the old Blasphemer danced ugly over and over again.

In Lu Li's opinion, as the old blasphemous clansman finished every dance, some of the building materials stacked in front of him would have an inexplicable spiritual charm.

The building materials were then transported to another location, where they were processed into bricks, stone pillars, and other accessories by the Blasphemoth, who wielded tools such as furnaces, hammers, and saws.

After that, the young Blasphemers such as Kruru would assemble the parts and place them in different locations in the inn under construction.

When he saw the process of bonding and fixing those materials, Lu Li's expression couldn't help but change.

It was a woman of the Blasphemous Clan, who was agile and crawling all over the construction site, spitting out clumps of pale white liquid from their mouths.

These pale white liquids flowed between the crevices of the stone bricks, at the joints of the various fittings, and when they solidified, Lu Li could imagine their solidity just by looking at them.

"No wonder these inns can only be built by the blasphemers. Lu Li looked at it with great interest, and at this time, the old blasphemous clan who had been dancing an ugly dance finally couldn't bear the fatigue after another dance, and fell to the ground with a soft foot.

Kruru and the other young blasphemers put down their work and surrounded them, as if the old man had an extraordinary status among the blasphemous clan.

At this moment, a delicately shaped short sword swept from the camp, and in a flash of the sword, a female blasphemous lost her neck, and blood gushed from her neck like a pillar.

"Get to work!"

The cold voice of Parles Steelrope came from inside the camp, and the faces of the blasphemers were either angry or confused, but more blasphemous were numb, desperate expressions of enslavement for a hundred years, with no future in sight.

Lu Lijian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, watching the delicate short sword flaunt its might, hovering and flying above the heads of all the blasphemous people.

Then.

"I want revenge!" Kruru, who had had had a brief exchange with Lu Li before, showed anger and hatred on his face far beyond that of other clansmen.

He didn't bend the wind, but he took a step, raised the stone brick in his hand, and rushed towards the delicate short sword.

Syllable.

A large hand suddenly pressed on the top of Kruru's head, and the young blasphemous turned his head to see Lu Li, who was dressed in black robes and had no expression on his face.

"You, all of you, devils!" said Cruelu, who was no more than three feet tall, waved his arm and slapped the stone brick in his hand on Lu Li's knees.

Lu Li didn't care about Kruru's futile attack, he pointed to the headless corpse lying not far away, and asked, "That's your relative?"

"That's it, Mom. Kruru said with a sob.

Only then did Lu Li realize that it turned out that these blasphemous people would also shed tears.