"Don't worry, may I ask if there is a polluted place near Changjing?" Yang Ji didn't turn around and leave, but asked with a smile.

"Your Excellency is a Qi Refiner?" the bishop looked surprised, and unconsciously used an honorific.

"Lord Bishop, I am a person who loves life, and if I were not a Qi Refiner, I would never think of going in and dying. Yang Ji said with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and his face remained unchanged.

"Your Excellency's breath control is impressive. The bishop couldn't help but praise him, this young man looked like he was only about 20, but as a five-star qi refiner, he was able to enter the realm of the upper realm, but he had been alone for so long without noticing, which could only show two possibilities: his realm was higher than his own, or he used methods to perfectly hide his aura from being seen through.

No matter what kind of possibility exists, it proves that he is not an ordinary qi refiner.

"There is indeed a polluted place in Changjing, but it is located in a remote area, and the danger assessment level is high, and only the upper realm qi refiners can enter, I don't think it is suitable for your cultivation. The bishop shook his head, dissuading him from thinking.

"Will the Shengji Sect be responsible for the safety of those who enter?" Yang Ji asked.

"My sect is mainly responsible for containment and isolation, the polluted environment is complex, and there are crises everywhere, and we really have more than enough to do about the safety of those who enter. ”

"That's right, I'll decide for myself whether to enter or not, and you don't have to worry about my safety, I'll take responsibility for all my actions. Yang Ji resolutely agreed to the bishop's proposal.

......

When Yang Ji walked out of St. George's Cathedral, he already had an extra scroll made of brown paper in his hand, which marked the location of all the polluted places, which was the right granted by the gold-clothed saints, although the bishop was well-intentioned, but Yang Ji could only refuse, because he had his reasons, there were some questions to be confirmed, and he had to go to the polluted places to get the preliminary answers.

In fact, he had always had doubts in his heart: How could cult members confirm each other's identities? How did they acquire their dangerous and strange professions, and how did they cultivate? Why could a heretic, a heresy that needed a large number of corpses, have obvious traces of committing crimes, and how can it develop and grow under the nose of the federal government?

All these clueless things, after he heard about the "polluted land", almost subconsciously connected them.

He had to take a look.

The nearest polluted place in Changjing is in the second district, and it takes two hours to get to the vicinity by bus No. 9 from the ninth district, so Yang Ji hurriedly bought a box of Dongguan boiled food and two breads at the convenience store and set out on his way to the "polluted place".

The dappled sunlight shines through the shade of the trees, dividing the city streets into trivial lights and shadows, and some of the leaves have turned red after the weather enters November, sandwiched with other leaves of turquoise and golden, which looks quite a bit unique and gorgeous in autumn, like in full swing.

With the autumn afternoon sunshine and a pleasant rest, he arrived at the destination of the trip with brisk steps.

Kwan Fu Street.

This term sounds obscure. Walking down the terminal, Yang Ji glanced at the name of the platform and couldn't help but complain.

It's a remote part of the second arrondissement, and there aren't even many townspeople living nearby, and the vast expanse of factories and cemeteries that covers the area makes it a literal industrial area, and the wind blows through it with a faint amount of soot, making it gray over the years, and the suspended particulate matter in the air makes the sunlight dim, as if it has traveled from sunny to cloudy.

Yang Ji looked at the surrounding environment and frowned, he didn't have a mask and goggles, he could only run the true qi to cover his body with a thin layer, and isolate it from the surrounding dust particles, he didn't want to come here and get a nasal allergy or rhinitis or something back, it would be annoying.

According to the instructions on the brown paper, he walked along Guanfu Street all the way west for about a kilometer, and suddenly felt a faint fluctuation of vitality.

The street has extended into a dead end, and there is a street sign inserted at the intersection in front of the alley, which is marked with two big words in shocking red: Stop!

The sign seems to have been erected before the paint was dry, flowing down the handwriting all the way down, and finally hanging on the strokes and wooden signs to form a solidified mark, as dazzling as blood.

"It seems to be a dangerous place...... "Normal people are in such an environment, and suddenly see such a street sign, I believe that the first reaction is definitely to turn around and leave.

Yang Ji sighed as he crossed the intersection and walked straight into the dead end in front of him.

The smoke and dust here seem to be thicker, and the sunlight can no longer shine directly here, only a faint afterglow can only penetrate in, making it not as dark as night.

"Stop. Out of the thick smoke and dust came an old man in a crimson clerical robe, with a crystal cross hanging from his chest, not tall, with a somewhat rickety figure, but his bearing was unfathomable.

"Hello, I am a practitioner introduced by St. George's Church, and I am also a golden-clothed saint of the Holy Rite Sect, hoping to enter the polluted land to practice for a day. Yang Ji didn't dare to slack off, took out the golden badge from his pocket and handed it over.

The old man raised his cloudy eyes and looked at the badge, and instead of reaching out to take it, he waved his hand and said, "Go back." ”

"Why? The golden-robed saints are supposed to be free to come and go in the no-go areas of the church. Yang Ji was surprised.

"At your level, don't go in and die. The old man said unceremoniously.

"When I walk into this place, life and death are fate, and I take all the responsibility. Yang Ji did not back down.

"Although you have some skills, don't think that you can live well here with the huge vitality in your body and a slightly different physique. The old man raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the wall behind him, and continued in a hoarse voice:

"Half a year ago, it was not the same as before, and the danger of this polluted land needs to be reassessed...... I've already reported this to the church, but the approval process is too slow, so occasionally you rookies will come to your death. ”

"The criteria I give it a rating are...... Below the Extreme Martial Realm, no one is allowed to enter!"

"What? This is not the upper realm qi refiner......" Yang Ji swallowed in the middle of his words, he had just experienced an assassination of a cult, and perhaps had not yet faded out of the other party's sight, he suddenly realized that now really did not seem to be the best time to enter.

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