It's unclear exactly when the "final test" will begin, so I'm in a hurry, and I have to have enough say and establish a foundation in the sea market in a short period of time before I can deal with the test. Vertices

Once I take the test, it means that Haiting will definitely find out my strength, and if I still can't gain a foothold in Haishi at that time, I may face countless troubles.

In Haishi, the more powerful people are, the easier it is to be targeted, this is not a joke, this is a reality that we have to face.

In this seemingly prosperous steel city, the survival resources are actually very limited, if an overly strong competitor suddenly appears in such an environment, the resource allocation will inevitably quickly tilt towards it, which leads to the relatively weak competitors may lose the ability to survive.

In order to survive, they can only unite and find ways to kill the strong.

And before such a situation arises, I must form an alliance with the strong people in this city, on the one hand, to protect myself, and on the other hand, to gain enough time and energy to find the people of the Heavenly Sect.

The purpose of my going to sea is to find the Tianzong people who have disappeared overseas, and I don't have so much leisure to deal with the deception in the sea market.

Suffice it to say, if I can't establish a solid foundation in the near future, Haishi will definitely be a stumbling block for me, let alone provide me with any help.

The centipede obviously didn't understand why I was in such a hurry, he looked back at me and asked in a wary tone, "Why are you in such a hurry?" ”

I casually lied: "Of course I'm in a hurry, the little devil is going to show a movie in the bar at twelve o'clock in the evening." ”

The centipede raised his hand and scratched the wound on his face: "Really? ”

I shoved him behind his back: "Hurry up, drag it out any longer, and when I get back to the tavern, the movie is over." ”

It's hard to tell the truth from a lie like this, and the centipede pondered it for a while, but probably couldn't figure out a reason, so he could only take a sulk out of his nose, and then quickened his pace and took me out of the warehouse.

He was a very careful man, and along the way he kept looking for the shadowed corners, and his steps were like those of a cat, and he also tied the openings in the sleeves of his clothes with strings to prevent the wind from making noise as they went.

After nearly two hours of walking through the intricate streets, at a quarter past seven o'clock in the evening, the centipede finally led me to a black alley with no lights at all.

He stopped, crouched down, and groped his hands on the ground.

The light was too dim to see what was on the ground, but the centipede seemed to be very sure that there was something there, and it groped back and forth for nearly fifteen minutes, and never stopped.

For a moment, I heard a muffled "whirring" sound from his side, not the sound of his palms rubbing against the ground, but more like his fingers rubbing against the board.

I felt a heavy trepidation rise in the centipede's heart, and he sank hard before pulling on the ground.

He opened a manhole cover made of old wood, and a faint light shone through the crack at the mouth of the well, making a faint yellow band of light appear on the centipede's trouser legs.

The centipede leaned down and pressed his left ear against the manhole cover to listen for a few moments, then quickly pulled the manhole cover open and turned back to me and beckoned me to follow him in.

I quickly approached the well, and the centipede shrank and jumped down the well.

This is not a wellhead, to be exact, but a patio in the old town.

After following the centipede into the wellhead, I turned around and carefully re-covered the manhole cover, and only after the heavy wooden cover was tightly embedded with the edge of the wellhead did I take a closer look around.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of me at this time was a deep corridor illuminated by yellow lights.

On both sides of the verandah were two rows of doors neatly stacked, the panels of which had been completely rotten due to disrepair, leaving only rotten door frames, and the air was filled with the stench of rotten matter and an extremely strong smell of burning.

Probably because I was underground, the dampness was also heavier, and the dampness was not just water vapor, it seemed to be mixed with fine oil particles, and soon, I felt that the pores on my face were all blocked by oil, and the greasy feeling on my face was similar to an all-night stay.

There seems to be a layer of grease attached to the back, and it is sticky and greasy.

This is the corridor, that is, the street we were on was on the roof of this building?

Thinking of this, I immediately reacted that this building should belong to the old town that was abandoned in the early years.

The little devil once told me that the new town was piled up on top of the old town, and whether the foundation of the old town was solid or not directly determined how long the steel city could stand in Bermuda.

The centipede turned sideways and beckoned to me, motioning for me to follow him.

The two of us crept forward as silently as we could, and I glanced into the doorframes on either side of the porch, and found that many of the rooms were inhabited, but they were lying in the darkest corners, as if they had lost all hope for life, like old rats waiting to die, even if the stench of the room was filling, they were indifferent.

This place is simply a cemetery for the living, and the living people who live here have long given up hope of life.

When he reached the end of the corridor, the centipede suddenly became nervous, although he was still pressing his steps, and his movements looked the same as just now, but if you look closely, you can find that this guy's knees are a little weak, and his center of gravity is obviously much lower than before when he walks.

Looks like we're almost at the place where the King of Yellow is sheltered.

At the end of the corridor, there is still a corridor.

The wall is carved out of an irregularly shaped opening, through which one can see the corridor of another building, less than half a meter apart, and one can jump to the other building with a slight jump.

Just when the centipede decided to jump, I quickly struck out and grabbed him.

Standing in front of the hole in the wall, I could feel that there was a very strange aura on the corridor opposite, this aura was very similar to the one I saw outside the fog, and I was worried that if the centipede rushed in, it might be hit.

The centipede came back to his senses and gave me a puzzled look, and I made a silent gesture to signal him not to move, and then leaned over to the hole in the wall and reached into the opposite hallway.

Sure enough, this aura should come from the same source as the one I saw before, the difference is that there is also a faint corpse qi fused in this dojo, once the centipede inhales the corpse qi, there is a chance that the corpse will change after three hours.