"Don't be so weird." Ma Yuncheng said calmly, "I'm just working part-time - there are old and young, and I don't have a few more jobs, how can I support the dozen or so mouths in my family?" ”

"What about the other guards?" I asked.

"There are several part-time jobs, but today it is my turn to be on duty, so naturally I will come forward to receive them." Ma Yun said, "Those who don't work part-time should have been summoned back by the door master." ”

"Why do I have a feeling that your 'Hunter Head' killer organization seems to have done a bit of child's work in secrecy?" I said.

"It's not child's play...... Ma Yun said, "Anyway, you'll know when you come in." ”

He led me and Yang Yu into the dungeon.

The dungeon is still eerie.

This time, we went the other way.

At the end of the road, there is a masonry pedestal that resembles an altar.

Ma Yuncheng embedded the black iron man's head into a hole in the masonry pedestal.

The hollow snorted, and swallowed the black iron head.

Bang Long!

Ga...... Ga...... Ga......

The pedestal slowly moved away, revealing a downward staircase.

"Just go in." Ma Yuncheng said, "The black iron head will be waiting for you on the other side." ”

"Let's go down, what should we pay attention to?" I'm not in a hurry to get in (although time is ticking by).

"There's nothing special to pay attention to." Ma Yuncheng spread his hands and said, "According to the rules, my job is only to be responsible for receiving people who come with black iron heads - I only recognize people and don't recognize people, so the next thing is just small talk between friends - there are no guards here, and there is no need to keep secrets, and you can't enter without a black iron head, if there is...... Even if you completely dismantle the inside, I'm afraid no one will stop you. ”

"Isn't that child's play?" I wondered.

"Again—go in and you'll know." Ma Yuncheng shrugged.

"Okay." I couldn't say anything, so I walked down the stairs by Yang Yu's shoulder.

No danger, 327 steps.

We're in the depths of the earth.

Quack.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise under his feet.

"I think I've stepped on something." Yang Yu said in horror.

My heart sank: Did I fall for a plot?

But then, a series of sounds came from the darkness:

Disheveled! Disheveled! Disheveled! Disheveled! Disheveled! Disheveled! Disheveled! Disheveled!

On both sides of the road, one after another oil lamps lit forward, illuminating this underground passage.

Goodo...... Goodo......

The black iron man's head rolled out of a groove in the wall.

I picked up the iron man's head.

"It's fine, it's just a mechanism to turn on the lights." I said.

"Aha, it's pretty stylish." Yang Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

At the end of the road, there is a stone gate with a simple pattern.

"This place looks like it's been around for some years." I looked around.

"Could it be an ancient tomb or something?" Yang Yu guessed.

"It's hard to say." I walked straight to the stone door and pushed hard.

Woo......

Although the stone gate is heavy, it is surprisingly easy to push thanks to the pulley mechanism.

"This ...... Are we in the wrong place? ”

The stone door cave opened, and the scene inside made me and Yang Yu look at each other.

In our imagination, the dark hall of a mysterious killer organization should of course be mysterious, shimmering and shrinking, hiding somewhere where birds don't, doing that sneaky thing......

But the scene in front of me is clearly similar to the vegetable market.

On the other side of the stone gate, there is a huge hall.

In addition to our stone door, there are several doors on the four sides of the hall, and from time to time one of them opens and a few people come in.

No wonder Ma Yuncheng said above that there is no need to keep it secret - there are so many people, it is difficult to keep it secret.

These people ...... Could it be that they are all killers of 'hunters' heads?

I looked closely, and it didn't feel like it.

How so?

These men walked around the halls, occasionally standing by altar-like pedestals, reaching out and throwing something into them.

But there are also many people who just look at it and then leave silently.

It's not so much that they are like killers, but that they are just a group of ordinary people who go shopping for things.

Of course, I noticed that there are quite a few people among them, and their martial arts cultivation is really not low.

What is this 'Hunter's Head' Dark Hall used for?

When I approached one of the altars, I found tablets on it, each with a hollow tube in front of it.

On the tablet, the name of the person is written.

On the hollow tube, there is a row of bronze figures.

"Do you recognize these names?" I asked Yang Yu.

"Some I don't know, and some seem to have heard of it." Yang Yu carefully read the names of those people and replied.

"Tell me about it?" I said.

"Look at this 'Chen Xiaorong', if I'm not mistaken, it should be the chief scoop of the **** alliance in Southern Kyushu, known as the 'King of Zhentian', and at the same time he is a state inspector, and he is also a member of the second rank of the imperial court!" Yang Yu recalled.

"Isn't that more powerful than the Talon King?" I was surprised.

"If this is really that Chen Xiaorong, then that's right." Yang Yu wiped his sweat and said, "This is a famous person." ”

I rolled my eyes a few times, shifted my position sharply, and looked at more than a dozen altars in a row.

Finally, I found the ...... I wanted to see.

Zheng Ying!

Another altar was turned.

Wu Xiaodao!

Alas, I should have guessed a long time ago—

These dozens of altars and hundreds of names are all characters in the martial arts legend list!

"Lian Ying said before that this hunter head is dedicated to hunting legendary figures." I tapped my head, "Forget about it all of a sudden." ”

"I can understand that the name is a legend list, but what is the number on this tube?" Yang Yu pointed to the hollow pipe in front of the tablet.

If you ask me this kind of question, who do I ask?

Fortunately, someone answered for me with action.

A man with a mask covering his face walked up to the altar and pulled out a stack of silver tickets rolled into a cylinder and stuffed it into one of the hollow tubes.

Before the plug, the number on the tube was: three hundred and fifty-seven thousand.

After plugging, the pipe retracted with a snort, and popped out again a moment later - the number on it had become: three hundred and eighty-seven thousand, seven hundred.

"Oh." Yang Yu and I looked at each other.

It seems that this number represents silver money.

When the masked man saw the number, he nodded slightly and hurried away.

"I see......," I muttered, "I see, this is a fund-raising killing." ”

"Raising money to kill?" Yang Yu was puzzled.

"Yes, there are so many people here, if you want to die, you can stuff money into that person's pipe - and this money becomes the 'murder fund' to kill that person." I said slowly, "If you want someone to die, but you don't have the strength and financial resources, then come here, everyone work together, you donate a copper plate, and I put three silver tickets - one day you can save enough money to buy murder!" ”

(End of chapter)