Xue Ling didn't expect that there would be a black market in a small place like Los Angeles.

However, the so-called black market is not as black as Xue Ling thought.

She was taken all the way by Fang Bei to a large mansion with a plaque with the words "Baichuan Entering the Sea" written on it, and at the same time, seeing the two young men at the door, the porter greeted her: "What are you doing here?" ”

Before Xue Ling could speak, Fang Bei took out a wooden plaque from his arms and shook it in front of the two people, and the porter's attitude instantly became respectful: "Two of you, please." ”

Please inside?

Xue Ling continued to follow Fang Bei, walked behind the door of this big mansion, and followed Fang Bei into a small ear room.

On the walls inside the transept, there are various kinds of masks, large and small, and the materials are different, and the things carved from the masks are also different.

"Let's choose a mask first." Fang Bei said quietly.

"You first?" Xue Ling opened her mouth and said, because of her inexperience, Xue Ling was happy to ask Fang not to give her a demonstration.

Fang Bei nodded, raised his hand and took a monkey face mask of Sun Wukong to put on himself, and raised his hand to take Zhu Bajie for Xue Ling.

Fortunately, Xue Ling was quick to see and grasp a green fox's wooden mask in advance: "I want this, I want this." ”

Fang Bei shook his head, looking like he was in a state of interest, but then raised his hand to take off a black robe and handed it to Xue Ling: "Put this on again." ”

Xue Ling nodded and took it.

The mask is fastened on the face, and then the smock is put on, and the whole person is not only hidden, but even the body shape and even gender are blurred.

Since walking out of Yanjing City, Xue Ling has never applied any rouge gouache, so there is no smell of women's fat powder on her body, and she has just bathed at this time, so the already light body odor on her body has become inaudible.

Xue Ling looked at Fang Bie opposite, and saw Fang Bie with a hippie smiling monkey king mask, wrapped in black clothes, looking a little funny, Xue Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Don't laugh, and don't speak in your original voice." Fang Bei said this, and at the same time stretched out his hand to help Xue Ling straighten the mask on his face, the girl's mask was a cyan fox face with a sharp mouth, and the shape was quite exaggerated.

"Think of a code name for yourself, go in for a while, we will all be called by code names, don't call each other's real names." Fang Bei quietly admonished, his voice was a somewhat thick baritone at this time, completely different from his usual clean and clear juvenile voice, Xue Ling had also seen Fang Bei's hoarse juvenile voice when he was in the mountain temple, and he was already a little surprised by Fang Bei's amplification and imitation ability.

"Me?" Xue Ling thought for a moment: "Then call me Qinghu." ”

Fang Bei smiled: "Okay, Qinghu, then you can call me Brother Monkey." ”

"Brother Monkey?" Xue Ling was stunned.

"Yes, Brother Monkey." Fang Bei confirmed: "Brother Monkey, Brother Monkey, you are really a great Brother Monkey." ”

After saying this, Fang Bei continued to hold Xue Ling's hand and pushed the door out.

Only one floor apart, Xue Ling felt that he had arrived in a completely new situation.

When I came in, it was a deep mansion compound that looked solemn, but now, in a space close to the main hall, as far as the eye could see, there were black-robed people wearing various masks shuttling in front of the stalls, and the stall owners of those stalls were also wearing masks of various demons and monsters, and for a while there was a feeling of a group of demons dancing around.

However, there are more than 100 "demons" gathered in this hall in front of you, but there is no noisy sound, everyone's conversation is soft, more than a zhang is almost inaudible, the fire burning above the head provides lighting, and the air is also a kind of strange incense, which makes people inexplicably feel that as soon as they enter here, they are a little excited.

"It's a special ambergris." Xue Ling's ears came from a thick baritone: "It's not poisonous, but it has some effect of excitating nerves, it's better to do a little internal strength and breathe less." ”

When Xue Ling heard this, he hurriedly used his Emei internal strength, and instantly felt that his heart, which was originally a little irritable, slowly calmed down.

As for the purple qi of his family's kung fu, Xue Ling still didn't dare to show it.

She could only follow behind Fang Bei while peeking at everything around her.

Under the wooden green fox mask, Xue Ling's dark eyes were revealed, but the other people he saw were really just all kinds of masks, almost everyone here was contemplating and breathlessly, obviously not wanting to inhale too much ambergris aroma, Xue Ling looked up at the top of the main hall, and saw a tall red-clothed man standing there, wearing a hideous and terrifying dragon king mask, looking very powerful.

"Who's that guy?" Xue Ling pulled the corner of Fang Bei's clothes, although the action of pulling the corners of the clothes was more embarrassing, but on this occasion, not pulling the corners of the clothes would not bring him a sense of security.

Don't look back, Xue Ling pointed to the red-clothed man standing at the top of the main hall.

"Dragon King." Fang Bei said quietly: "This is the dragon king assembly in Los Angeles, the dragon king is the person who presided over this assembly, it is said that the cultivation is unfathomable, and there is a realm of masters." ”

Xue Ling nodded as if he didn't understand.

"In short, this is the Dragon King Realm, and everyone is a person who is covered by the Dragon King." Fang Bei continued.

"And who is the Dragon King?" Xue Ling asked.

Fang Bei couldn't help but smile: "The reason why the Dragon King is the Dragon King is the same as that we are Brother Monkey and Qinghu, they are all code names when it is inconvenient for others to know their real identities. ”

"This dragon king gathering, no matter what kind of identity you are, you can come in, communicate with each other, and take what you need, as long as you have the strength and identity recognized by the dragon king."

"Of course, the Dragon King himself is also a big man who eats both black and white, and there are many guesses about his identity, but there are very few accurates."

Fang Bei's implication may be that he knows the true identity of the Dragon King.

Xue Ling just felt that the dragon king gave her a strange feeling, but she couldn't see what was strange.

At this moment, a heart-rending scream suddenly came from ahead, and ten paces away, a man in black wearing the mask of Marshal Tianpeng suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands and struggled in place and screamed, looking like he wanted to strangle himself.

Xue Ling was taken aback, and his first reaction immediately was to go over to check on the rescue, but Fang Bei grabbed his wrist and covered his eyes.

"Don't look."

The well-rounded baritone felt particularly reliable at this time for some reason.

Xue Ling only heard a soft snapping sound.

Fang Bei lowered his hand, Xue Ling saw that Marshal Tianpeng was already lying on the ground softly, his mask had fallen off, and it was a young man's face that looked no more than twenty years old, and at the same time, a man in red walked through the crowd, grabbed his feet, and dragged him out on the solid wooden floor.

"What happened?" Xue Ling couldn't help asking.

"I inhaled too much ambergris and went crazy with hallucinations." Fang Bei said calmly.

Xue Ling instantly held his breath.