In the dark cellar, a strange beast strolled down the stairs silently, the sharp and thick dragon claws touched the hard ground without a sound, and the golden bell next to the jade plaque around its neck made a subtle and pleasant sound as the person walked down step by step.

In the past few days, in addition to training, he will be here whenever he is free.

He seemed to have gradually fallen in love with the cellar, which was slightly filled with the smell of carrion, which mixed with the fishy smell of the cellar, and he was a little intoxicated, and he walked to the flat floor and took a deep breath.

The light at the exit was partially obscured by his tall and broad back, and in the dim front, a pair of dark eyes shone faintly. The light fabric, fluttering in the wind, outlines that perfect and peculiar curve.

Walking slowly, he came to a pile of frozen pieces of meat.

Yes, it was a pile of meat, and the meat was not fresh anymore, and some of it had even begun to rot. However, thanks to the ice that never melted, most of it was still intact.

In the middle of the piece of meat was a dark blue bead, which Wu Feng rewarded him when he was happy, which could keep things within a few feet in a frozen state, this thing was not a treasure in the demon clan, but it also played a role. However, in such hot temperatures, even adding a piece of ice to the cellar that has not melted for thousands of years could not completely stop the rotting of that pile of meat.

The beast picked up a large piece of flesh in good condition, the edges of which were torn in uneven layers, and he thought for a moment, and then looked at the other flesh on the ground, which had obviously been torn alive by some great force, and the edges were pitted and hung with a few crumbs.

As if picking up pork in the vegetable market, he squatted down, looking extremely patient at the moment, and the thick giant tail behind him swayed gently, as if at this moment, its owner was in a good mood.

Eventually, he picked up a piece of bone-in meat, which was supposed to be near the ribs, with a bright red flesh with a distinctly white strip-like skeleton.

After looking around, the monster found an iron chisel not far away, so he skewered the meat on it, lit a fire in the woodpile on the side, and grilled the meat skewers on the fire.

After a while, a smell of meat began to emerge, and the white fat dripped onto the fire, making a "zizi" sound. The person who was squatting next to him looked at the fire and looked at the string of meat, and his expression drifted away, as if he was in a daze. It was only when the sound of oil and water dripping on the fire gradually became louder that he came to his senses, and regardless of the boiling heat of the iron chisel, he directly held it with the deformed "human hand" and removed the meat.

The fingertips of the scales were sharp and hard claws, and he tore at the half-baked meat with his strength and sharp claws, and ate some of them with gusto, making indistinct noises in his mouth.

After eating the soft meat, he began to gnaw hard at the hard bone, perhaps because it was too hard, the beast's originally beautiful and delicate eyebrows began to wrinkle, but the four sharp teeth in its mouth shook as if they were competing with the bone. After several struggles, the hard bone finally broke, and the corners of the monster's mouth were also knocked out of blood.

Bite the bones inch by inch, and swallow them inch by inch, a process that takes a long time. When all the bones were devoured, the demon beast narrowed its eyes in satisfaction and licked the blood that overflowed from the corner of its mouth. Then I started to clean up the rotten pieces of meat.

After picking up a few pieces of rotten meat that he couldn't eat, he staggered deeper into the darkness.

With a "poof", the soles of the feet seemed to step on something, and the thing burst and shattered in an instant. The demon beast looked down at the sloppy thing that it had stepped on, and the white worms next to it fled in panic, and the green-headed flies around it flew up in horror and buzzed.

The beast walked indifferently, letting the filth of the ground be trampled underfoot, and he tossed the pieces of carrion over before leaving.

With a click, the pieces of flesh seemed to have fallen on something, and the demon beast turned its head to take a look, only to see that in the pile of decay, a human head that had long been unrecognizable was submerged in a piece of maggot's rotten flesh; although the man's facial features could no longer be seen clearly, the painful and distorted look on his face was deeply imprinted into the bone marrow.

A smile that had not been seen for many days appeared on the cold and magnificent face of the demon beast, and it flicked its tail as if it was in a good mood, and then left.

Yes, he ate him—what Bladeless rewarded him, the one who was most unreasonable to him.

Manshahar – the most prosperous part of the vast western desert. It is also the trading center and cultural center of the entire Great Western Desert, where the goods and art of the Gobi tribes of the desert are gathered. Every day, before the head is out, this gathering place begins to come and go. It was bustling until midnight.

On the nearby Gobi Desert, under the scorching sun, a group of camel caravans moved forward slowly. Several red camels were laden with bags, some on foot and some on their mounts. The camel roamed leisurely to the jingling of the bells, staggering to the drowsiness of the man sitting on the camelback, and in the middle of the caravan was a large carved cage pressed against a flat plate with wheels, the huge cage was exquisitely beautiful, but each bar was as thick as a grown man's thumb, and it was obviously quite strong.

Inside the cage is a strange beast - with majestic horns, a thick dragon tail, and alienated limbs. It was covered in a light robe, which hunted in the warm wind, and its thick iron chains were attached to its thick scaly ankle rings. Sitting on the edge of the slab next to the cage was a month-white complexion.

Ziwu sat on the rickety board and took a sip of water, then handed the water bag to the caged beast: "Drink some water." ”

The strange beast sitting in the cage looked at it and just shook its head.

"There's some water, give me some!" waved the man behind him on a camel, as if to get the witch's attention. Ziwu glanced at the person and smiled, threw the water bag over, and the man took it and immediately took a big sip.

"Save a little, there is no water source in this generation. Ziwu saw that the man was unequivocal, and hurriedly reminded him.

The man wiped his mouth, drove the camel forward to Ziwu, returned the water bag to him, and wiped his sweat: "How long is it?" ”

"I should be able to join Mozha tonight. Ziwu calculated the time and breathed a sigh of relief: "The time is almost the same as what your left envoy arranged." Once you've handed them over, you'll move from light to darkness and start planning in earnest. ”

The man glanced at Mo Shuang sympathetically, "Hey, I see that he has been sullen lately, in fact, I think that the plan of the Lord this time is really ......."

Sensing the slight sideways glances of the people around him, the man immediately turned around: "Really...... Seamless!"

Ziwu glanced at this person with a smile, how could there be such a person with such a character among the leaders of the dark guards cultivated by Wu Feng himself?

"Ghost Bian ......" Ziwu touched his nose, "You weren't very busy some time ago, why did Zuo Quan send you here for this mission? ”

"Lin Chen didn't know what he was doing, he was mysterious, and he wasn't in the house. The boss is basically staying by the lord's side now, like a microphone. You think it's good for me to swap him... I haven't stopped running around lately. "Ghost Bian rode a camel, took a piece of dry grass and smoked the camel from time to time, but the soft strength was obviously not to be feared.

"It's been a busy time. Ziwu sighed.

"Hey, I've heard that your rebels have been planning some disruption lately, and how's it going?" the dead grass was violently bitten by the camel and chewed on.

Ziwu said: "When I came out, it was still in the plan, and I don't know what the progress is now." Anyway, I'll just do my job well, and I don't want to worry about anything else. ”

"I just like you like this, at ease!" Ghost Bian smiled.

At this time, he turned back a subordinate from the front, saluted to Ghost Bian, and asked for his opinion: "My lord, it's almost noon, should we rest or continue to hurry?"

Ghost Bian turned his head to look at the tired crowd in front and back, and then looked at the small piece of greenery not far away, and said decisively: "Rest in the shade in front of you, and start at the right time!"

Someone came and took the command to go back and deliver the message. The crowd walked for a while, and when they came to the bustling green area, they found a shady place to rest. Ghost Bian took out the key from his bosom and opened the golden cage, and said to the silent beast inside, "Come down and rest." I'm afraid this is the last time, and you'll have to stay in this cage for the rest of the road. ”

Ink Frost glanced at Ghost Bian and slowly stood up, then dragged the heavy anklet out of the cage and walked alone to a bush to rest.

They took out all kinds of food and boiled them in the pots they had brought with them, and then they went to feed their camels, sort out their goods, or gather together in twos and threes to gossip, and no one cared about the strange beast. Only Ziwu walked towards him with a large piece of jerky and wine sac in his hand.

"Eat something, don't go hungry. He handed it to the man who didn't say a word, then sat down beside him and said, "Don't think too much, don't get into the horns." Then he looked at the man who was chewing the jerky and showed some apologies: "This operation was originally from our rebel army. It's just that for some reason, your left envoy suddenly sent you. ”

"Don't talk about the past, and don't look into the causes. Do a good job, not just for the task, but for yourself!" he said, patting the beast on the shoulder, taking a sip of wine, and handing the bag to Inkfrost.

"No, it won't. Seeing that the other party handed something over, he just said lightly, but did not answer.

Ziwu was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief, nodded and said, "No, wine is not a good thing." ”

The beast didn't speak, and Ziwu was not interesting or embarrassed, still sitting next to the man.

When they had almost rested, the crowd began to hurry again. And when they were about to reach the meeting place, the alien beast also wore an iron chain on its wrist.

"Remember, you are not of good mind and cannot speak. Ziwu fastened the lock of the bracelet and smiled at the man in the cage. Then he patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, and then sat down.

With the smoke and dust of the loess, the craggy and strange rocks, it is a good walk. Everyone finally walked to a desert inn at night.

The iron cage covered with cloth in advance was moved to a hidden place, and the leading ghost Bian and Ziwu entered the inn to hand over the matter. However, the tea was ten, and with the two of them walked out was a sturdy and swarthy man, followed by a team of people.

"This time, I chose to ensure that he was satisfied. Ghost Bian vouched: "If this time it happens, please ask Mozha to speak a few words for my master in front of Namor, and the benefits of the sand goods exchange in the future will definitely have your share." ”

As he spoke, Ghost Bian took out a bag of red jade from his arms and handed it to the black-faced man.