Half an hour later, An Ruxia arrived at the black market.

The black market is a bazaar.

The black market is a street.

This is King's Landing, one of the most complicated streets. Inside, it is full of all kinds of forces, three religions and nine streams, top masters, princes and nobles, and dark races, you may encounter them on this street.

One shop after another, the decoration is dull.

The facades are old and dilapidated.

You can't underestimate these shops, and if you step inside, it's likely to be a different world.

These shops do everything, reselling goods, reselling souls, reselling organs, reselling **, reselling banned drugs, reselling forbidden arts.

All the taboos of the empire will appear on this street; All the laws of the empire are not binding on this street. No one knows who the real backer behind the black market is, only that it is an extremely terrifying existence, it may be from the two-star continent, it may be the dark demon clan, it may be a half-step king thousands of years ago.

An Ruxia stopped in front of a small dark building.

The small building has three floors.

The bricks and tiles are pitch black, I don't know what material they are, and they look dark and cramped.

There is an old wooden sign erected at the door, with the words "Shadow Building" written on it, the font is scarlet, the words will bleed, and it is eerie and terrifying.

Under the black cloak, An Ruxia's red lips were slightly hooked.

This is it.

She stepped into the Shadow Building, and inside the building, there was a welcome desk in front of it, and a shopkeeper in a bloody suit was lying on his stomach boredly, yawning.

An Ruxia didn't dare to underestimate this shopkeeper.

With just one glance, she knew that this shopkeeper was the blood guard of the Shadow Building, and his body exuded a surging bloody aura, at least the cultivation of a third-order mad martial artist. Lazy, just a façade.

The Shadow Building, with a total of 36 blood guards and four blood shadow kings.

Each one is a master assassination.

Once the Shadow Tower issues an assassination order, then the assassination target will definitely die. The entire Shadow Chamber will hunt down the target at any cost until they die! When necessary, the Shadow House Master will be dispatched in person.

The real scary thing about the Shadow House is that it only recognizes money. No matter what the identity of the target is, he dares to do it.

The shadow building has existed in the empire for hundreds of years. In the past few hundred years, they have assassinated a total of one imperial uncle, four princes, seven prime ministers, eight vassal kings of the opposite sex, nine sect heads, and countless masters of famous families.

There is a saying in the market that there is no one who can't be killed by the Shadow Building, only the money you can't afford.

"I want you to help me kill someone."

An Ruxia walked to the counter, she deliberately lowered her voice, not like revealing her identity.

The dozing blood-clothed shopkeeper glanced at An Ruxia lukewarmly, the black cloak, revealing a first-order white hand, was a young woman, but she still had to pretend to be old; The hem of the cloak reveals a pair of Suzhou embroidered palace boots, aiming at the gold thread, from the palace, either rich or expensive.

The shopkeeper in the bloody clothes was silent, and he had already touched An Ruxia's bottom finely. The young women in the palace, who are rich and want to kill, are nothing more than some concubines, or which prince they are. Wife. The concubine can't afford to pay the price offered by the Shadow Building.

"Kill whom?" The blood-clothed shopkeeper spoke, and even his voice was filled with a thick bloody atmosphere, "Name, identity, cultivation." ”

An Ruxia was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Ye Luo, a country woman in the Fire Crane Country, a slut, a fox girl, a seventh-order mad warrior."

The blood-clothed shopkeeper frowned, slightly dissatisfied: "Please detail your identity."