Chen Qingshan walked in the stone alley, reaching out and touching the mossy wall, slippery and greasy, surrounded by crowds, and an unpleasant smell filled Chen Qingshan's nasal cavity.

Chen Qingshan followed Zhao Wushuang to the black market in Sangzi City, where Zhao Wushuang stopped in a corner, and in front of him was a wooden door that was not big, and it was even a little old.

But Zhao Wushuang was stunned, staring at the wooden door tightly, as if there was a great danger behind the wooden door. Chen Qingshan was also a little curious, what kind of place was behind this wooden door, which could make a veteran like Zhao Wushuang dare not step forward.

"A life-and-death struggle, do you exchange your life for money?" Chen Qingshan looked at the old wooden door and muttered, feeling that maybe it was not as simple as a life-and-death struggle.

Zhao Wushuang in front of him seemed to be making up his mind, exhaled heavily, pushed the door in, and Chen Qingshan followed sideways.

Chen Qingshan couldn't help but squint his eyes to adapt to the strong light of the world behind the door, which was different from the cold and gloomy in Chen Qingshan's imagination, behind this door was magnificent, the soft fur on the ground, and the large night pearls embedded in the walls, all reflected the comfort of this back world.

There is a faint fragrance that fills the air, a very soft fragrance that will not cause anyone to be offended.

Outside this inner door are two completely different worlds, which can be described as unique, and the good inside this door makes it difficult to associate this place with killing and blood.

But whether it was Chen Qingshan's intuition or Zhao Wushuang's reaction, Chen Qingshan knew that this place was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

A figure appeared, more precisely, floating over, like a ghost-like figure, with water sleeves and a long shirt, white on the face, as if coated with thick powder, and two small red dots on both sides of the lips were extremely symmetrical, which reminded Chen Qingshan of the paper man he had tied when the people were in vain.

A living paper figure floated in front of the two of them like this, Zhao Wushuang trembled with fright, but he still suppressed the fear in his heart with his will.

"Why did the two guests come here?" The waiter saluted Chen Qingshan and Zhao Wushuang, his eyes constantly rolling, as if he was examining the two.

"I'm here to walk the mountain of corpses." Zhao Wushuang bowed and made up his mind.

A word that Chen Qingshan does not understand is not a battle of life and death, but "Corpse Mountain", just these three words, you can feel the danger.

When the waiter heard this, the corners of his mouth widened even more: "There is no door to the sky, there is no way to enter the earth, walk through the corpse mountain, ten thousand taels of gold!" ”

"Two guests, please, this mountain of corpses will soon begin." The waiter stretched out his hand, motioned for the two to enter, and then hung in front of them to lead the way.

This waiter did not have the cultivation of the Five Realms, but he could leave his feet off the ground, and Chen Qingshan felt that he should have used something like a talisman. In addition to the talisman, there is also a possibility that this waiter is not a living person.

"Please."

Walking to the end of the palatial corridor, the waiter lifted a curtain, Chen Qingshan and the two walked in, behind the curtain was a stone staircase, all the way down, the long staircase walked for a long time, Chen Qingshan and Zhao Wushuang came to an extremely spacious place.

The temperature around it was a bit colder, which meant that it was located very deep underground beneath Sangzi City. A circular arena, surrounded by stands, in the center of the arena, is a white bone tower, vaguely visible mottled blood stains on the tower, the top of the tower, emitting a soul-dementoring light, makes people shudder.

"I didn't expect that there is such a place under this Sangzi City, I'm a little curious, who is the owner here? There is such a means. Chen Qingshan whispered.

Zhao Wushuang shook his head, he had lived in Sangzi City all his life, and he knew that there was such a place in Sangzi City, but he had never been there, and naturally he didn't know who the owner of this place was.

"My master?" The attendant muttered, glanced at the tower, looked down, landed at the bottom of the arena, and finally retracted it.

"My master has always been mysterious, if the guests stay in this Sangzi City for a long time, plus some fate, they may be able to meet my master." The waiter replied.

"If there is fate, no one can see it." Chen Qingshan laughed "poof".

The surroundings were lively, and one by one figures floated out, leading the guests behind them, and Chen Qingshan keenly noticed that all the waiters were the same.

"Puppets, or other creatures?" Chen Qingshan whispered, becoming more and more curious about the master of this place, and his divine sense probed out, wanting to explore the reality of these waiters.

His pupils shrank, and within Chen Qingshan's divine sense, there was nothing.

In other words, these attendants are neither puppets nor other creatures with bodies, but belong to something more inexplicable and unclear.

When Chen Qingshan was thinking, then the waiter had already taken Zhao Wushuang into the arena, and in Zhao Wu's hands, there was an extra wooden card, on which was "Twenty-Nine", Chen Qingshan didn't quite understand what this was for.

Like Zhao Wushuang, there are many people who also want to go to this corpse mountain, and the number may have exceeded hundreds. And among these more than 100 people, in the end, only one can survive, what is the "mountain of corpses", that is, to kill everyone else and climb to the highest point of the white bone tower, that's all.

The people who came to participate in the "Mountain of the Dead" were, as the waiter said, all people who had no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, and they were all desperate and vicious people.

Even if Zhao Wushuang is a veteran of the Terracotta Division of Sangzi City, among this group of people in the "Mountain of Corpses", he seems a little ordinary.

Among these people, except for Zhao Wushuang, the one who could attract Chen Qingshan's attention the most was an old man, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, and there was a faint cold light in the old man's sleeve, which was a flying sword, he was a little different from other desperate people, and there was no desperate intention on his body.

And when the others came to the White Bone Tower one after another, familiar with the structure of the White Bone Tower and the surrounding environment, the old man didn't need to know the surrounding environment at all, as if he was already very familiar with this arena and this White Bone Tower.

"Is it someone who came here specifically to make money?" Chen Qingshan whispered and told the origin of the old man. This old man may be nothing in front of Chen Qingshan, but his strength is still more than one level higher than the people under the tower.

If it were a one-man fight, no one would be the opponent of this old man.

More attendants led the guests in, and these guests, richly dressed, were all wealthy men of Sangzi City, and they wore masks, sat down, and looked into the arena with interest.

Chen Qingshan is no stranger to such a gaze, and the people of Datang are also like this when they choose pigs in the market.

These guests are looking at the "pigs" below, which one is stronger.

"Pick your numbers and bet." A waiter floated out from all directions, with a tray in his hand, and on the plate was a piece of wooden plaque, on which was naturally the number of the person under the white bone tower.

Chen Qingshan instantly understood that they were making a profit in this way, no matter who stood on the White Bone Pagoda in the end, the merchant would not lose money.

And if Chen Qingshan guessed correctly, each guest can only turn over one brand and buy a number.

The wooden cards in the hands of the guests flew out and flew into the tower of bones.

The skeleton at the top of the White Bone Tower opened its eyes, and invisible ripples emanated, and the guests' breathing was much heavier, and the people under the tower also had a bit of mania.

A bloody feast was about to begin, Chen Qingshan frowned, feeling that something was very wrong.