However, for the sake of the future plan of action, Fang Yang couldn't care about anything else, so he had to pinch his nose and endure it.

It's not that his adaptability is too poor, it's just that the scene in front of him is too different from what Fang Yang expected when he thought, it can be said that there is a world of difference.

Coupled with the rich and pungent smell of waste metal, which rushed straight to his mouth and nose, it really made Fang Yang's stomach tumble and unbearable.

Fang Yang is not like the people here, most of them are prosthetic modifications, for him, his complete body really can't adapt to this polluted atmosphere.

That's why so many people in this city need to modify their prosthetic limbs, and it's not all because of pollution.

The mouth of the sewer was pitch black, and it was almost impossible to see the edge at a glance, although there was a large pile of industrial pollution and garbage under his feet, it still seemed extremely empty and secluded, and Fang Yang could even hear the echo of his own footsteps.

Step by step, this echo floated in such a damp and empty sewer, extremely quiet, and even had a feeling of panic that made Fang Yang panic.

The muddy sewage under your feet is almost up to your ankles, and there seem to be several drainage channels on both sides of the sewer that can divert the sewage.

As we got closer, the pungent smell faded a lot, probably because the pollution here was diverted a little, or maybe because the sewage seeped in from the outside, and after passing through the crooked sewers, the smell was diluted a lot.

However, this is not the point, although the pungent smell is less, Fang Yang seems to smell a strange smell, like a faint smell of blood, and it is not the kind of stale taste, but it is so strong that it seems to have been accumulated for a long time.

"Huh?"

Smelling this faint bloody Fang Yang, his heart began to be vigilant and cheered up.

According to the route mentioned by the shopkeeper, the empty passage after the sewer turns around should lead to the underground black market, but there is a faint smell of blood here.

Although the shopkeeper was greedy for money and calculating, he wouldn't fool himself in this regard, after all, he was also afraid that Fang Yang would go back to settle accounts with him.

"Could it be that there is another killing in the underground black market?"

Fang Yang's heart sank, thinking that he wouldn't be so unlucky.

Before he came, he had heard that the underground black market was an enclave that connected the central city and the old city!

An enclave is a place that is not within their respective jurisdictions but is not far from each other and does not have any jurisdictional constraints.

Here, fists and money are the biggest truths, and even money has to be in the back row, after all, the guardians of order in the underground black market are several centurions.

Although the underground black market is absolutely safe, after all, it is necessary to ensure and maintain the order of the market, but these intersections and those dark and damp corners, all kinds of murder and ambush attacks are not uncommon, and there is no way to avoid it.

Where there are huge interests, there will inevitably be conflicts.

Fang Yang felt that this time it was very likely that he had encountered the fight of those people, so he felt that he was a little unlucky.

The shopkeeper told himself that there was such an entrance, but there might be a large group of people fighting in front of him, so Fang Yang was allowed to sit down.

What should he do now?

Is it possible to bypass it?

But he knew this way, if he wanted to take a detour, he would not only have to go back, but also find another way out, he didn't know how many things he would have to waste, these things were simply unpredictable, so Fang Yang first denied this idea.

Just kidding, I've wasted so much time to find this, and I can go back because of several waves of people fighting and fighting?

How can it be!

Fang Yang settled down, no matter what, he felt that it was better to go and explore the situation first.

The main reason is that he doesn't have much confidence in his own strength, and he doesn't know much about the power of the underground black market, otherwise, he wouldn't seem so entangled and uncomfortable.

Not to mention that his strength has fully recovered, if his exoskeleton mecha can be repaired, he doesn't have to be so entangled, just break through.

But now that he doesn't have these hole cards and strength, Fang Yang's confidence has really dropped a lot, and even the next step by step approach is tiptoeing.

The main reason is that the underground waterways are all wet and dirty, and every time Fang Yang lifts his foot, there will be a lot of water sounds and water droplets slapping and splashing.

Although Fang Yang's movement was very small, in this damn underground waterway, these subtle sounds were put very loud, and they spread far away, making Fang Yang's face darken, he didn't want to make any noise, but now he was about to make a little noise.

These sewage are all industrial wastewater, very dense, and extremely heavy, Fang Yang stepped down, no matter how light, how careful, or how fast and sharp, these will make some noise, which is inevitable.

Fang Yang had no choice but to approach the edge walls on both sides of the sewer as he walked, trying to get his whole body closer, in the dark, trying to seem to be integrated, in this way, it would be more difficult for others to find out.

Fang Yang's ears were pressed against the edge of the wall, it was very cold, a stinging cold, and the pain made him grin.

Come to think of it, the walls here have been soaked in damp industrial wastewater for many years, and all the energy and temperature have been sucked away, plus there is no sunlight and sunlight all year round, so there is such a cold temperature.

Fortunately, Fang Yang was extremely adaptable, and he got used to it after trembling twice, and then slowly got down and slowly walked into the depths of the sewer step by step.

Although Fang Yang's innate cultivation was deprived, his suffocating divine sense and six senses were still there.

His spiritual power and six senses of divine sense, but after being polished by the twin brain nuclei of the Holy Beast Tianwu, what kind of refining is that, what kind of qualitative change?

It was unimaginable that it could be said that Fang Yang's entire spiritual power was a leading figure among the younger generation of martial artists in the galaxy, this was still to put it mildly, if it was a little bigger, it could even rank among the hundreds of millions of star fields.

Otherwise, the Galactic Martial Artist was like a carp crossing the river, how could Fang Yang, a person who did not have an advantage in the realm of strength, stand out.

The reason was because Fang Yang's spiritual power and six senses of divine sense were far superior to those of the same level of martial artists, even those powerhouses who were close to the sect master level in the fifth rank and seventh level were difficult to compare, what kind of advantage was this?

Therefore, even through the thick wall, Fang Yang followed the empty and damp sewer, he still heard some subtle movements.

It was like the sound of the tip of a knife deboning, and it was like the sound of kissing blood, anyway, it must have been a knife, the rhythm and sound quality of that kind of metal, Fang Yang was extremely profound.

You can hear the movement on your side, but the people over there may be busy with the things in their hands, and they didn't notice Fang Yang at all, and they also heard the sound of water splashing from beginning to end.

Fang Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the fight over there should have also come to an end, so he wasn't so vigilant, and he hadn't been discovered until now.

Otherwise, he would have rushed in so recklessly, and would have been seen by the victorious among them, and he might have given birth to some moths.