Even thriving empires have their own dark side.

Entering the dungeon along the drainage ditch flowing with stinky water, Ye Chuan found that there were so many people living in this dark world in the empire, and most of the people living in the outermost layer of the dungeon were old people and disabled people, living by picking up garbage and a little leftovers.

People who live in the dark often have great distrust of others, their eyes are indifferent, Ye Chuan is looking for someone to ask for directions, the other party doesn't even bother to say a word, just raise his hand and point Ye Chuan in the direction, and then keep looking at Ye Chuan with malicious eyes, if it weren't for Duoduo by his side, Ye Chuan was very suspicious that these guys would treat themselves as soft persimmons and rob them.

Duoduo, who was noble, didn't like the stench of the dungeon very much, shook his head, and motioned for Ye Chuan to hurry up and finish his work and leave this ghost place.

Turning a few corners along the sewers, the dungeon flourishes, and the center of several gutters is occupied by tens of thousands of poor people who open taverns, casinos, brothels, shops, and even shops that trade capsules.

There are some in the upper world, and there are also in the underground world, but here it is more filthy and low-level.

Several women who were unclothed and whose skin was pale due to malnutrition and long-term lack of sunlight entangled Ye Chuan, claiming that just one silver coin could bring Ye Chuan ecstasy and happiness, Ye Chuan glanced at the shack where they lived, only a dirty blanket and a curtain that could not hide the light at all, obviously, this happiness was only for the people who lived here.

There is a thriving drug trade in the dungeon, and the person Ye Chuan is looking for is the owner of a tobacco house, and the people are lying on the bunk. Inhale a cyan smoke with a sweet taste. Or laugh out loud. Or bury his head in crying, all kinds of ugliness made Ye Chuan sigh softly.

Behind the smoke house, Ye Chuan saw the bald man who went to Song's house to force debts today.

"Wait here." The bald man glanced at Ye Chuan fiercely and said.

Immediately, he went into the room where the office was written at the end of the smoke house, and after a few minutes, he waved his hand and motioned for Ye Chuan to come in.

"Leave the dog behind." The bald man said.

Not~

Duoduo didn't growl, just let out a very low whimper, and there was murder in his eyes.

Ye Chuan smiled slightly. Shaking his head slightly, Duoduo stopped making the heart-tearing sound and became calm.

"Do you think it's better for Duoduo to follow me, or to stay outside with you?" Ye Chuan asked him rhetorically.

At this moment, the bald man had just recovered from his frightened state as if he was facing a great enemy, and his face and back were all covered with cold sweat.

Wiping the sweat from his head, the bald man reluctantly said, "Control your dog, otherwise." Hum! ”

Ye Chuan walked into the room and saw that there was a comfortable sofa in the room. There is a pure wooden floor, a large writing desk, and a few oil paintings hanging on the walls.

In the corner is a daylight machine, a sealing machine that can imitate the rays of sunlight, and the person Ye Chuan wants to see is inside, and outside there are several women who are also pale and have a flattering smile on their faces.

Ye Chuan sat on the sofa and waited, the bald man sat opposite him, his eyes didn't dare to leave Duoduo for a moment, although Duoduo was very well-behaved now, lying at Ye Chuan's feet, but the bald head always felt that there was a murderous aura surrounding him, which made him very uneasy.

After a while, the daylight machine finally turned on, and out of it came another bald head, he was very tall, about two meters away, with a naked bronze muscular body, many cyan tattoos on his head, and a very special earring in his left ear, which seemed to be human teeth.

Night ghosts.

The people of the dungeon called this man with strange earrings like this, he was one of the most powerful people in the dungeon, in addition to the bazaar that Ye Chuan passed by just now, there were several other markets of the same size in the dungeon, which were also under his control.

The night ghost stood on the ground, several foxy women wiped his body with cold water, Ye Chuan could clearly see the countless scars on his body, as if to deliberately show off, the night ghost kept shaking his strong muscles, and those dark red wounds seemed to be about to explode at any time.

"Ghost master, it's him, the guy I met at Song Kai's house." The bald head walked over very attentively, and said to the night ghost with a low body.

"Hmm."

The night ghost was indifferent, pushed away the women around him, came to the desk and sat down, looking at Ye Chuan with a cold gaze.

"Is it that you want to pay back Song Kai?" The Night Ghost asked.

"Can't you?" Ye Chuan asked rhetorically.

The night ghost was choked by Ye Chuan, sneered and opened the account book, found the page that recorded Song Kai's loan, and said in a deep voice: "As of today, a total of six hundred and twenty-one gold coins with interest. ”

Ye Chuan smiled slightly, "As far as I know, after noon, it is clear, and now that the time has passed twelve o'clock at noon, the account should be calculated until tomorrow." ”

The night ghost crooked his mouth and laughed, "There is this rule, I can calculate today's interest, or not, you are very shrewd and don't want to leave any hidden dangers." ”

Ye Chuan said indifferently: "I have always been like this. ”

The night ghost closed the ledger, "As of twelve o'clock tomorrow at noon, six hundred and twenty-seven gold coins." ”

Ye Chuan nodded, took out six snakeskin bags, lit twenty-three gold coins in one of the snakeskin bags and received them in his hand, and then asked the bald head to take the money to the night ghost.

"Fifty gold coins missing?" The Night Ghost frowned.

"Your subordinates smashed a Song family's hovering motorcycle, and the money will be deducted." Ye Chuan said lightly.

"A broken motorcycle costs fifty gold to repair?" The night ghost asked rhetorically.

"If you don't believe me, I have a receipt." Ye Chuan said in a deep voice.

The night ghost was stunned, Ye Chuan was choking himself with his own means, how to calculate the interest of usury, it all depends on their own algorithm, how Ye Chuan calculates the repair cost, and the same.

A few seconds later, the night ghost burst out laughing, "The account has been settled, no delivery!" ”

Ye Chuan didn't move the place, "IOU." ”

The night ghost took out a piece of paper from the drawer and tore it off in front of Ye Chuan, still on the ground.

Ye Chuan sneered: "I mean the real IOU. ”

The night ghost laughed again, and took out another piece of paper from the drawer, this time he didn't tear it off directly, but handed it to Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan looked at it, put away the IOU, nodded slightly like a night ghost, called Duoduo, and turned around and left here.

Anyone who scrapes the ground in the world is a virtue, but fortunately, Ye Chuan was born in a slum area, and he has long understood the methods of these guys, and it is really not easy to deal with others instead.

Seeing Ye Chuan leave, the bald head said anxiously: "Ghost master, just let him go?" What about our errands? ”

The night ghost touched his chin, lay down on the chair, and said to himself, "What if you don't let him go, this kid has a very powerful dog." ”

"The ghost has good eyesight! This silver hound is indeed unusual, just now this beast roared at me, his voice was murderous, I have seen a little of the world, but just now, I was almost scared! Bald flattery.

The night ghost sneered, "Where is he yelling at you, he is yelling at me!" I also heard it clearly in the daylight machine, this young man is not simple, the Song family actually climbed such a soft and hard character. ”

The bald head frowned and said: "But we always collected money from others, but now things can't be done, and it's not good to spread out." ”

Hum!

The night ghost gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I do! ”

His eyes became gloomy, and the night ghost pondered for a moment, and asked the bald head, "How many children does Song Kai have?" ”

"Eleven."

"Very well, you come to me, I tell you what to do." (To be continued......)