At night, the dim light lit up in all corners of the Dark City, like a lone lamp in the night, trying to illuminate every corner, but after all, it was too much to do, and there would always be a part of the place that would be in darkness.

A wheelbarrow staggered out of the darkness, crunching from the worn-out wheels. On the board of the wheelbarrow was a tattered straw mat, and under the straw mat were some long items piled up haphazardly.

The crunch of the wheelbarrow seemed to be all it represented, and everywhere he went, rich or poor, rich or poor, rich or poor, or anyone, he would take the initiative to avoid it, and even a few people would cry.

Yes, in this part of the Undercity, there are only a handful of people who cry at the sight of a wheelbarrow, and there is only one kind of person - someone who feels sorry for himself after death.

Pushing the wheelbarrow was a young man with a thin body and a black robe shrouded in his body. Since the robe was hated, it was not possible to see the face of the young man or the specific age of the young man. I can only see that this robe is very dirty, and there is already a peculiar smell, but the peculiar smell on the robe is much better than the peculiar smell coming from the wheelbarrow.

The ill-fitting robe looked twisted on the young man's body, but no one would question it. There is only one industry that pushes a wheelbarrow out every night in the Undercity, commonly known as the corpse collector. They pack the same, they have the same car, they move the same.

The corpse collector industry doesn't know when it first appeared in the Undercity, but it survived. Because in the bustling and dirty streets of the Undercity, people die every day, and someone needs to collect the corpses every day. After all, most of the people who will die on this street are lonely ghosts who have no relatives or friends.

Corpse collectors generally inherit their father's business, so there are often a few middle-aged or younger young people or children, who are engaged in the corpse collection industry day after day, year after year.

Therefore, when Mo Han pushed the wheelbarrow and appeared as the corpse collector, he did not attract any attention.

Seeing the corpse on the side of the road, Mo Han lifted the straw mat covering the car, dragged the corpse into the car at will, and then covered the straw mat and kept stepping forward.

The movements are single and dull, so that those next to him can imagine that his face is expressionless, as if he is dead.

At the roadside stall selling braised beef and turbid wine during the day, the corpse of the boss with his back bent was still lying on the cold ground, and the blood stains next to him had long dried up and seeped into the ground.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The wheelbarrow pushed by Mo Han came here, and dragged the boss's body onto the wheelbarrow without a trace, the only difference was that the other corpses were all facing Mo Han, and the head of this boss's corpse was towards Mo Han.

"Why don't you leave!" Mo Han pushed the wheelbarrow forward, not seeing anything unusual.

"Waiting for you. The voice of the wheelbarrow was no longer the old one, but an ethereal and melodious voice as a lark.

"You don't have to wait for me, even I don't have the confidence to get out alive this time. ”

"You say that every time, but every time you get out alive. ”

The corners of Mo Han's mouth raised slightly, as if he could see the smile of the owner of the voice on the wheelbarrow, "I'm really not sure this time, you can go, go and wait for me elsewhere." ”

"You know, I can feel your anger, I can feel your reined in with murderous intent. Are you sure you're letting me go because you can't get out alive, not because you're about to bleed here?"

Mo Han was silent, and the silence was like a boulder pressing on his heart, making people speechless.

"He" was right, Mo Han didn't want her to see the blood flowing, and he didn't want her to see his bloody side. In fact, no one knew that there were two people who picked up together at that time, a man and a woman, the man was Mo Han, and the woman was Tang Xian'er, the girl who was now lying on the wheelbarrow.

"I'm able to cultivate, and I'm now a Jindan stage cultivator, a very strong one. After a long silence, Mo Han finally spoke.

Tang Xian'er, who was lying on the wheelbarrow, smiled slyly: "I can also cultivate, I am now a cultivator in the late stage of Jindan, who is about to break through to the Yuan Infant stage." ”

"So that's why you stayed?"

"Yes, I can help you, I can accompany you to rescue him. ”

Mo Han and Tang Xian'er call Cha Fengchen more often by him, and rarely by the master.

"Then you should wait for me outside the city, I am confident that I can break into the city, but I am not sure if I leave the city. ”

"Good!"

The conversation between the two ended, and the wheelbarrow just left the Dark City, and Mo Han pushed the wheelbarrow towards the outside of the city.

"The platform of life and death, the killing blade, there is no starlight in the vast dark night; several people stand, the sky is staring, and the meteor falls to shine on one side. ”

This is the news that Tang Xian'er told Mo Han, except for Mo Han, maybe no one in this world can understand what this means.

"The platform of life and death, the blade of killing. What Tang Xian'er told Mo Han was that Cha Fengchen was imprisoned by the royal family of the Xuanye Kingdom on the altar of sacrificing the Killing Blade.

"There is no starlight in the vast dark night" tells Mo Han that the guards there are very tight, just like the dark night without starlight, nothing can illuminate the night, and no one can silently break through to the dust and dust there.

"Several people stand, the eyes of the sky are staring, and the meteor falling shines on one side" tells Mo Han that there are many people guarding there, and there are cultivators with advanced cultivation who are watching at any time, and there are mysterious people who have come down from the Upper Realm Continent to pay attention to the wind and dust.

In the Crown Prince's Hall in the Imperial City of Xuanye Kingdom, Yin Tianyou sat on a chair, looked at the scene coming back from the Killing Blade Altar, and asked, "Yin Yi, how is the situation on the altar?"

"Back to Your Highness, everything is normal on the altar, there is no trace of him. According to the tip, he has not been seen in the entire imperial city, and it seems that he has not returned. A young man dressed in gray and black, with a body like a cheetah, knelt down on one knee in front of Yin Tianyou and said respectfully.

Yin Tianyou looked at the hidden one like a shadow, always in the middle of reality and illusion: "Has anything special happened in the past two days?" ”

"Yes. Yin Yi said with certainty: "In the Dark City, the biggest news dealer was killed yesterday evening. The law enforcement team did not find the killer, and the body of the news dealer was dragged out of the city by the collector at night and buried. ”

The Ming Emperor and the Dark Emperor are the two most elite imperial guards of the Xuanye Kingdom, and the Ming Emperor and the Dark Emperor are divided into five teams, the Ming Emperor is responsible for the security of the royal family, and the Dark Emperor is responsible for all the unsightly activities of the royal family.

Ming Yu is the first to the fifth of the royal one, the first of the two, the second of the three, the thirty people for a team, twenty teams for a group, the captain of the early stage of Jindan, the leader of the group is the late stage of Jindan, all the team members are in the late stage of the foundation, the fourth and fifth of the royal five are each 5,000 people, a team of 100 people, the captain is the early stage of the foundation, and the team members are in the valley period. The Imperial One is the Imperial Lord's Imperial Guard, and the others are responsible for the security of the Imperial City.

The Dark Emperor is hidden one to hidden five, with twenty people in each team, the captain Jin Dan is in the late stage, and the team member Jin Dan is in the early stage, which is a dead soldier killer cultivated by the Xuanye Kingdom, and is only responsible for the emperor.

Yin Yi is Yin Li because of the dust and wind things, specially sent to Yin Tianyou here for Yin Tianyou to call. Along with Yin Yi, there are also twenty dead killer squads led by Yin Yi.

Yin Tianyou dragged his chin and looked into the unknown distance through the window: "Why do you think that the death of a message dealer is a special thing?"

Yin was stunned one by one, not understanding what the prince wanted to know, but he didn't hesitate and said his thoughts: "The news dealer of death is the biggest and most famous news dealer in the city, there is nothing he doesn't know, and there is nothing he doesn't understand. Generally, no one dares to do anything to him, firstly because he needs news, and secondly, because selling news is just his side business. He is mysterious, and everyone who used to do anything to him is dead. ”

"But this time he's dead, isn't he?" Yin Tianyou suddenly took over.

"Yes. ”

"Did anyone check on him after he died?"

"The law enforcement team went to check and the law enforcement team confirmed that he was dead. ”

"Have you checked it out?"

"The subordinates are derelict in their duties, and the subordinates deserve death, so the subordinates will arrange for someone to check!"

Yin Tianyou sighed: "No need, it's useless to go." Because his body was either cremated or taken away. Go and tell the altar that the one we are waiting for is coming, and before you know it. ”

"Yes. "Yin Yi took the order and left.

After several life and death crises, Yin Tianyou returned to the royal family, and after a few months quietly, his cultivation was directly promoted to the late stage of Jindan, and he faintly wanted to break through to the Yuan infant stage.

Yin Yi didn't put this prince in his eyes before, but since Yin Tianyou came out of retreat, Yin Yi felt that Yin Tianyou had changed, and he couldn't say exactly where it had changed, but Yin Tianyou seemed to have a cold aura on his body, which made him dare not approach, so he didn't hesitate or choose to surrender without any consideration, after all, he was not Mo Han, and there was only one Mo Han in this world.

"Fu Bo, do you think he will be able to get out alive this time?" Yin Tianyou said slowly, playing with the wine glass made of Pei Cui in his hand.

"If you can stay, you can't go out, and if you can't stay, you can naturally go out. ”

Yin Tianyou's changes are in everyone's eyes, and now the only person who can talk to him like this is Fu Bo.

In the Imperial City of Xuanye Kingdom, in the coldest alley, the sound of silk and bamboo came from a restaurant, and bright lights illuminated the place. This is the most deserted street in the Imperial City of the Xuanye Kingdom, also known as the Street of One Man.

There is a building on the street alone, and the name of the restaurant is called a building, and the owner of the building is Yin Zhao, the adopted son of the emperor of Xuanye Kingdom.

Yin Li has only one heir in his life, that is, Yin Tianyou, Yin Zheng and Yin Omen are both adopted sons.

A building is an omenous property, the only industry, and there is only one guest here, and that is himself.

At this time, in the middle of the night, the starlight was dim, and a man in black appeared on the street of Yiyi Street, with a thin body, and the cold wind blew, and the man in black was indifferent, still walking towards a building with a constant pace.