"This thing...... It's a big pit. ”

After studying for a moment, Wu Chong saw something.

This box is also a contaminant!

He finally understood why he had never been able to open it before, this was something more terrifying than the night demon, he couldn't even solve the night demon people, could he deal with the pollutants? However, this pollutant was different from the oil lamp he had seen before, and the green bottle when he killed Jiang Xiao, there was no trace of pollution on the surface, and it looked like an ordinary box. Even ordinary people will not be affected if they touch it.

After discovering this, Wu Chong felt that this thing was extremely hot.

Are the contaminants harmless?

The question is like, 'Do beasts that don't eat people?' and you can guess the answer without thinking.

What is it that suppresses the source of pollution of this thing, and what is it that is plotting?

No matter which answer it is, it is a hot potato for Wu Chong. Someone else has been designing for so long, and if they find that their design has been destroyed, they will definitely come to the door.

An existence that can suppress pollutants, Wu Chong doesn't think he can deal with it now.

Judging by the energy level of the monsters in this world, the pollutants are monsters that are one level higher than the night demons. He can't even solve the night demon now, and when he encounters a power that can suppress pollutants, nine times out of ten, he will be cold.

"Dispose of it quickly."

After discovering this, Wu Chong immediately went out.

After changing into the most commonly used style of knights, he turned around and went to Fang City.

The city of Black Fang in White Deer City.

After being in this place for so long, Wu Chong also roughly knows some roads. After spending a little money, I inquired about the largest black market in White Deer City, the ghost market. When he came to the answering point, and after passing some black judgments, the guide led him to the top of a well.

"I won't send it."

The guide said in a hoarse voice.

Compared with Wu Chong, the outfit of this guide is more hidden, and he is hunched up, wishing that his whole body is wrapped in black cloth, and he can't tell who he is at all.

But that's fine, this kind of place is the most convenient way to deal with hot things.

Went down the well.

Wu Chong stepped on the ground, only to find that there was a hole under the well.

The size of the area is almost equivalent to an independent small space, this kind of handicraft does not seem to be something that ordinary forces can make at all, maybe there is the power of Penglai behind it. However, for Wu Chong, the greater the power of the black market, the more it can help him prevent disasters. It doesn't matter if the box wasn't opened before, but now that the box is open, the person behind it must have sensed it, and it's already on the way over.

Until then, he has to get rid of this thing, and then it will be none of his business.

Wu Chong stood beside the black earth and waited for about ten minutes before an old man holding a bamboo raft paddled over from the mist.

"Ten taels of money."

The old man's bow hung a dim oil lamp, and under the reflection of the light, the whole person looked a little hideous, especially his eyes, which gave people the feeling of being like a dead corpse.

"Let's go."

When Wu rushed over, the guides told him, so naturally they wouldn't bother with this little money.

After paying, the bamboo raft under his feet moved.

The old man rowed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, there was no trace of the black soil on which he had previously stood, and both people and bamboo rafts were lost in the mist. Wu Chong tried to close his eyes and perceive it, and found that this fog actually had the effect of isolating perception, even if he had three skills in one, he could only perceive a distance of about five meters, let alone the water under his feet, the water in this place was the same as the isolated body, and he couldn't see through the things inside at all.

"It's better not to mess around."

The old man rowing in the back suddenly spoke.

"Ghost markets have rules for ghost markets, and knowing too much is sometimes not a good thing."

"What are the rules? I wonder if the old man can tell me about it. ”

Wu Chong took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels.

Money talks.

He didn't believe that ten times the price of the ship could not be asked for any useful information.

"I can't say it, I can't say it."

The old man grinned, and the fog lightened a little at this time.

Wu Chong's pupils, who were standing at the bow of the boat, shrank slightly.

Who is this rower?

It was clearly a piece of wood dressed in human skin, and from the broken position of his forehead, he could still see the gears turning inside.

This thing was talking to me?

"I'm sorry, the skin is off, it didn't scare the guests, did you?"

The rowing man seemed to notice it, but he just reached out and took out a piece of skin, which was attached to the damaged position like a plaster, and then continued rowing.

"It doesn't matter."

Wu Chong turned his head, but in his heart he became a little interested in this ghost market that he had heard of for the first time.

This rowing old man is not a human at all.

But it wasn't a night demon either, much less a contaminant, but something he hadn't touched before. This is a product of the world below the sun, since he came to this world, all the people and forces he has come into contact with, including those enemies, have all lived on the yang side. This 'yang' is an adjective, and correspondingly, there is a 'yin' side in this world that ordinary people don't know.

This face is untouchable to ordinary people, and Wu Chong also relied on the old king's signboard to find the guide, and there seems to be a consumption of human affection or something. But it doesn't matter to Wu Chong, the favors he owes to the old man are not one or two, it's a big deal to wait for the future to support the old man and send him to the end.

The ship fell silent.

The speed of the raft is getting faster and faster, but standing on the boat is no different from the flat ground, and you don't feel the slightest bump.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the raft trembled.

"Guest, it's time to get to the ground."

The old man rowing behind him spoke again.

Wu Chong looked down and found that there was really an extra road under his feet, a black path that was exactly the same as the black soil before.

After going ashore, the bamboo raft behind it quickly disappeared, and after a short time, it disappeared without a trace, leaving only a foggy gray sea behind it.

I don't know the source, I don't see the end.

After walking along the path for about five or six minutes, the fog suddenly lifted.

A street appeared in front of Wu Chong's eyes.

Under the dry well of this White Deer City, there is a complete street!

"Guest officer, do you want to buy crops?"

As soon as Wu Chong entered the street, someone came over to say hello. What was sold was the 'crop' he had seen in Yue Gongzi's Mansion before.

Behind the man, there were seven or eight large iron cages filled with people.

There are also a few thugs who are disposing of the starving 'crops', and the attitude of discarding them at will is like throwing garbage.

"We have someone to clean up the malnourished weeds."

Sensing Wu Chong's gaze, the man hurriedly introduced.

Wu Chong ignored this person, but continued to walk inside along the street, and in the process, the demonic power on his body emerged little by little, shrouded around his clothes, turning him into exactly the same as other people who came to visit the ghost market, and he could no longer see anything special......