Shen Xing turned around and found that it was the Indy student.

This Indian student has a very white complexion, looks a little close to a Westerner, has a good appearance and temperament, and knows at a glance that he is the kind of high-caste Indian.

The high-caste Indy student said enthusiastically: "Thank you for saving everyone just now, my name is Shukla, and it is a pleasure to meet you." ”

Shen Xing smiled slightly and did not speak.

"I wanted to get to know you last semester, but unfortunately I didn't find the opportunity, if I have time, I sincerely invite you to my villa in the suburbs. ”

Shen Xing had no choice but to smile again.

Shukla stopped and waved goodbye to him.

He may have a companion, or he is a regular student, and there are other classes to take, so he will not go with Shen Xing.

Shen Xing had already noticed him in the classroom just now.

When everyone collapsed on the ground and was unconscious, the Indian student Shukla was also struggling in pain, but like Teacher Elena, he was only weak in his limbs and still conscious.

So, this Indian student Shukra is not simple.

The other classmates may not even remember what happened, but he knows that I "saved" everyone.

Moreover, he said that he wanted to meet me last semester......

Shen Xingxiao, you should suddenly want to know me, right?

Shen Xing only found it interesting now.

He already knew Elena's name, and the original owner had listened to her class last semester, so he didn't have any impression of it.

Ah, I didn't expect this to happen in the first class of the new semester, I guess it will be more chaotic and interesting next, right?

I'm ashamed, how could I have such evil thoughts?

Could it be that I am really a great demon god?

The camera pans to the side of the Hell.

Master Qiao took the eldest corpse brother and the second senior brother Aimar and walked a long way.

They finally found a small town of Arkham, which had been the same kind before.

There are sometimes human cultivators in Arkham Town.

They have a deep hostility towards the Corpse Demon, believing that the Corpse Demon only has a will, and their intelligence is extremely low, and they will definitely want to destroy the human cultivator as an alien creature with only their will.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Master Qiao decided to let the big corpse brother stay outside the town, preferably outside the stone pillar.

The big corpse brother won't be angry either.

He is very obedient, and he will do what Master Qiao says.

So he walked back slowly, walked far outside the stone pillar, and then sat quietly on the water meadow, motionless, looking like a stone statue.

......

Master Joe and Aimar continued on their way.

The size of the town should be okay.

They walked ten kilometers from the time they met the outermost stone pillars of the town, during which they saw the farmland, and finally saw the outline of the town.

This shows that the area of this town is relatively large, enough to accommodate a large number of people, probably more than 10,000 people.

There can be a variety of shops in the town, suitable for Pathfinders to resupply.

Aimar has now adapted to the body.

He had already lost a lot, and in order to control his size, he was desperately trying to lose weight, and he did not dare to swallow that special substance in the air.

Master Qiao warned him, "Demon spirits must eat, if they just swallow that special substance in the air to survive, they will quickly lose more memories like lack of nutrition, and they will slowly turn into zombies." ”

Aimar was terrified, he didn't want to lose his memory again.

He walked in a big circle, almost returning to Zhao Sibao's previous body shape, but it still looked like a big ball, full of special gas, and it still looked very incongruous.

With his size, he urgently needs to go to the gym to suffer some sin.

Aimar is too delicate, and his personality seems to be quite delicate and shy, and Master Qiao sometimes simply calls him "madam".

"Lady Aimar, we're almost in town, what do you want to buy? cosmetics, or the kind of thing you wear on your chest, do you want me to give you a dozen, red, purple, and pink?"

After Master Qiao finished speaking, he quickly shook his head and corrected himself.

"Oh, no, you can't buy that size, maybe people don't recommend you wear it, you don't need to wear it, you're too small, not as big as a pushpin. ”

Aimar is like a shy little girl, and no matter how much Master Qiao jokes, he doesn't respond.

Old Man Joe is too lonely, the big corpse brother is a corpse demon, equivalent to a fool and a mute, so he must talk to Aimar, otherwise, the long journey will suffocate people to death.

However, Aimar is very shy and introverted, and deliberately maintains the demeanor of a swordsman, unlike their pathfinders, who like to make casual jokes.

It is worth mentioning that swordsmen, like knights, are a special class second only to the nobility, they do not need to pay taxes, and they enjoy certain privileges that the nobles have, they can have their own personal servants, and a small territory, in their own territory they are lords and can "do nonsense", but most of these privileges cannot be inherited to future generations.

They were one level higher than the samurai and one level lower than the knights, but in some times or in some countries, they were of the same class as the knights, and they were all called knights, and they could even inherit a generation.

Aimar's status as a swordsman should be relatively special, belonging to the kind that is inherited from his father.

"Shall I, then, call you—Sir Aymall?, and what will you eat later?" I will tell the servants to buy it, or, tell the butler, to make it haste to the cook. Master Qiao muttered to himself again.

Aimar couldn't hold it back, so he had to speak: "Sir, you don't need to call me that, just call me Aimar. ”

Master Qiao was very angry, turned his head and yelled at him, "You finally opened your mouth to say a word for hours along the way, you damn stinky ball, I bah!"

Aimar had no choice but to bow his head in silence.

The two of them finally came to the front of the town and saw the huge archway with the words "Wufu Street" written on it.

Walk into Wufu Street.

Mr. Qiao is sure that he has never been here, because it looks like a Chinese community complex, which can be understood as a "Chinatown" kind.

There is an almost identical Wufu Street in the dungeon of the Spiritual Hell, indicating that there must have been a person on the Wufu Street in Palm City, who fell into the Spiritual Prison and became a demon spirit after his death, and later suffered misfortune, and was eroded and parasitic by the fetus of the demon god and fused into a demon god.

Before his memory was completely lost, this demon god desperately reproduced the Palm City Wufu Street in his memory and turned it into this Arkham town.

There didn't seem to be many people on the street, and many of the shops were ajar, probably because it was daytime.

During the day, demons and zombies don't like to come out, preferring to sleep or hide in the house to play mahjong, and of course the Chinese community is popular to play mahjong.

It is worth mentioning that the day and night of the Spiritual Prison are different from those in the outside world, with only seven or eight hours during the day and seventeen or eighteen hours at night, so the time of day is very unfixed, sometimes long, sometimes short.

The average day is about eighteen hours, and the shortest day may be only thirteen hours.

Three big men blocked their way.

One of them said, "You're a foreigner, aren't you? If you want to stay here, you have to get the permission of the boss." ”

These three people are all demon spirits, and they are demon spirits equivalent to cultivators.

Just look at their feet, they stand firmly on the small stone pavement, not moving, indicating that their strength is very strong and full of mental strength.

Demon spirits with abundant mental power are often also people who practice martial arts.

If you see the kind of people who float up after walking a few steps, they are very simple demon spirits, and they haven't cultivated much, so their bodies are very light.

Once the demon spirit is seriously cultivated, it will be no different from the people in the human world in terms of appearance and thought.

They should eat, they should sleep, they should sleep, they should be in harmony.

In short, life is still relatively comfortable and happy, except that you can't have offspring, and you don't have to worry about your children's study and school choice.

Oh, no, there are still elementary and middle schools in the dungeon, and they are full of children who will never grow up. The devil knows why they go to school, and it's hundreds of semesters at a time, like Conan never grows up.

Master Joe argued with them.

"I've walked through so many Arkham towns, I've never heard of anyone who has permission to stay, and we're just passing by to get supplies, and you're doing it wrong!"

"This is the rule of Wufu Street. ”

Master Qiao said angrily: "Are you predators who have seized other people's territory?

Marauders are the equivalent of bandits and robbers, who will sack the town of Arkham, forcibly turning it into their temporary stronghold and driving away those they don't like.

The man explained, "We are not predators, this is the new rule of Boss Xu Yalam. ”