"Let's go, let's go to the front and find a façade. ”

Qi Yun said.

A few people around him nodded suddenly.

They continued on their way forward.

The whole canyon is long, nearly a kilometer long.

Along the way, many shops have been damaged, and the green lights are becoming less and less, and the further you go, the more remote they become.

They quickly came to an end.

Qi Yun frowned slightly.

The address must not be too remote.

It's the same as doing business, if you choose too biased, you will definitely not do well.

They walked back again.

After careful observation and consideration, Qi Yun took a fancy to a broken store.

The dust accumulated on the whole store, I don't know how long no one has come, the lantern in front of the door fell to the ground, rotting out of shape, and the plaque on the lintel was also vague, and only two handwriting could be seen vaguely.

【Soul Destroyer】

As for the remaining one, I can't see it clearly for a long time, I don't know if it's the Soul Destroying Mansion or the Soul Destroying Building.

Qi Yun pushed open the door and walked in.

The facilities in the room are basic.

A bed, a bookshelf, a chair, a table with pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and discarded notebooks on the table, nothing else.

Qi Yun looked up and down and said, "Just here, clean it up!"

"Yes, Childe!"

A few people around him nodded and began to get busy.

After some tidying up, they quickly cleaned up the environment in the room.

Qi Yun took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and began to write down the plaque, and suddenly his heart moved.

Wait, wouldn't it be inappropriate to use the name of Heavenly Court?

The name of Heavenly Court is there, but it also offends the Night Tour Palace and the Destruction Palace, once a plaque is pasted here, I am afraid that these two forces will come to find trouble every day.

At that time, I am afraid that no one will dare to come to them to do the task.

Qi Yun frowned, thought for a moment or two, and wrote the other two words on it with pen and ink.

[Underworld].

His eyes twinkled.

One sky, one earth, one is in charge of the bright side, and the other is in charge of the dark earth.

In this case, it should be easier to do things in the future.

The more Qi Yun thought about it, the more satisfied he became.

Soon two more pieces of paper were taken and inscribed with poems.

[Robbing the universe, aiming to send down six disasters and seven killings; catastrophes in ancient and modern times, dominating eight difficulties and nine evils].

He smiled.

The Blood Spirit Hou, Lian Tian, Pang Long, and Liu Yue on the side all looked at each other, revealing surprise.

"Underground, good name!"

Lian Tian praised.

This is obviously an attempt to stand side by side with Heavenly Court.

One day, one earth.

In their eyes, Heavenly Court is certainly high, but unfortunately, they are now only registered personnel, and they are not regular workers.

But the underworld is different, the underworld was created by the Greedy Wolf Star Monarch, and they belong to the Greedy Wolf Star Monarch squad, so they naturally belong to the personnel of the Underworld.

No matter what the strength of the prefecture is, at least it's good to have an official addiction.

The few people next to him were all smiling.

Qi Yun took out the Furnace of Enhancement from his sleeve robe, threw all the three white pieces of inscribed paper into the past, energy poured in, and after a flicker, he poured out the contents again.

The three blank sheets of paper are all different.

It has become a kind of cold and icy iron.

The handwriting is full of murderous spirit.

Even Tian, the eyes of several people flashed, revealing surprise.

They watched as Qi Yun threw these pieces of paper into the silver Ding furnace, and after pouring them out, they all changed.

Lian Tian stretched out his hand and grabbed the piece of cold iron with [Difu] written on it, and his fingers flicked up, and the bell rattled.

"Fallen Iron!"

He lost his voice.

What kind of treasure is this?

Directly turned paper into falling cold iron?

The others gasped, grabbed the other two, and began to observe.

They know that there are people in the world who have the ability to make steel, and they can turn ordinary things into steel, but that kind of steel is just ordinary steel.

What kind of treasure is this stove?

Can you turn paper into cold iron?

Qi Yun's face was calm, and he received the Enhancement Furnace, not surprised by their shock.

"King Qin Guang, go out and get some weird ones. ”

He said lightly.

"Yes, Childe!"

The Blood Spirit replied and walked out of the room.

It's too simple to grab the weird here, with the unique aura of the blood spirit Hou, you don't need to make a move on the ordinary weird, but the breath can shock the other party.

In a short time, the Blood Spirit Hunter had already returned, clutching a few gray soul bodies in his hands.

"Tuck them into plaques and doorways. ”

Qi Yun said.

Blood Linghou suddenly understood, laughed cruelly, and stuffed all the few ordinary weirdness in his hand into the plaque and door couplet with handwriting.

These ordinary weird people were forced by the coercion of the blood spirit, even if they were stuffed in, they didn't dare to resist, trembling, and merged into the cold iron.

Suddenly, the handwriting on a few pieces of cold iron changed again, and there was an eerie aura out of thin air, which was very different from the plaques on other facades.

The more Qi Yun looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

"Alright, hang this plaque and the poem number for me outside!"

Qi Yun said.

Several people immediately got busy, grabbed the plaque and the door link, and walked out of the room.

Next, Qi Yun was ready to wait two days before leaving.

No matter how he said it, he had to see the official opening of the underworld before he could leave.

Otherwise, if there has been no business to the door, wouldn't this underworld be opened in vain?

A few people outside quickly hung up the plaque and the curtain, Liu Yue lit a yin fire and hung it under the plaque, and a gloomy atmosphere suddenly permeated the air.

On the street, a distinctive façade suddenly appeared.

Lian Tian and the others all showed satisfaction, clapped their palms, and walked into the store.

In the room, Qi Yun and the others began to wait quietly.

But it backfired.

Several people sat and waited for a long time, but no one came.

There are quite a few people passing by on the streets.

Although some people glanced at them a few times, unfortunately no one entered.

Everyone just glanced at it, and then hurried towards their destination.

The day passed quickly.

It's still a lot of fun.

Qi Yun's brows furrowed tightly.

A group of them sat here, their butts numb.

Could it be that their plaques are not loud enough?

Even the brows of several people gradually furrowed.

"Childe, do you want to go out and shout twice?"

Lian Tian asked.

Qi Yun sneered and said, "Shout two voices, do you really think you are a performer?"

Lian Tian suddenly showed embarrassment.

"King Qin Guang, a few of you go out and tie someone up for me and bring the mask on!"

Qi Yun said indifferently.

This is unreasonable.

Such a large façade is located here, just from the plaque, you can know that it is full of force, but no one has come.

Since he didn't come, Qi Yun was not polite.

Even if you tie it, you have to tie up a guest.

The reputation of the underworld must be beaten.

Even if it's a bad point, it's nothing.

Anyway, it's not really a business, everyone is fighting and killing, what means can't be used?

The Blood Spirit Hou sneered and said, "Yes, Childe!"

He couldn't hold it anymore.

Wait, according to his character, he should kill all the people in the entire street, destroy all the facades, and leave only one underworld.

That's the only way to really get famous.

Blood Linghou put on a mask, and his two-meter-five body strode out, with an unspeakable persecution, Lian Tian and the others hurriedly followed behind.

On the streets, the fog was shrouded.

A group of three figures approached from a distance, with cautious expressions, wearing masks and black coats, and their eyes looked around from time to time.

"Dad, what a horrible place, are the people here alive..."

A girl's tone was a little unnatural, walking here, cold hair.

The person at the head frowned, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't let you come with me, you want to come along, can this place be played? If you make a mistake, you don't know how you died?"

The girl's eyes winced, and she didn't dare to say more.

Not long ago, when she heard that his father was coming to Killer Valley, she was still full of energy and eager to try, and she had the idea of coming over to meet the heroes for a while, but after crossing the Yin River, she felt less confident.

Walking here, the cold hair is dripping, and the heart is beating wildly, as if walking in a pile of dead people.

The green lanterns on both sides of the street, like soul-devouring flames, made her creepy to watch.

Especially on the streets, these people passing by are wearing all kinds of masks, and their eyes are like hooks, trying to hook out people's souls.

She just felt as if everyone looked at her and wanted to eat her.

"Dad, there are so many killer organizations here, which one do we choose?"

Another figure next to him whispered.

This is a young man, about one meter eight tall, wrapped in a big coat, although he is as calm as possible, but the slightly trembling tone still betrays him, making him look a little nervous.

"Don't worry, take a look ahead, if you can let Youquan Mansion and Soul Hook Hall make a move, it's best!"

The leader whispered.

"Dad, do you want to see other organizations?"

The young man asked in a low voice.

The leader sneered and said: "Other organizations can't guarantee the success rate, once it fails, the deposit paid will not be returned, and it will be very risky to find them, only organizations like Youquan Mansion and Soul Hook Hall can guarantee the success rate, of course, if you can invite Sanssouci Mansion, that is the best, but unfortunately Sanssouci Mansion only takes one task a day, and we will never be able to grab a place." ”

He took the two of them and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he looked ahead.

A burly figure approached them.

There were three other terrible people behind him, whose cultivation was unfathomable, and there was nothing he could see through.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and quietly detoured from one side.

The two people around him also had numb scalps, hurriedly lowered their heads, and followed their father.

But although they lowered their heads and tried to get around, the burly figure blocked their way again, and the three people around them firmly blocked them.

The middle-aged man's face was shocked, and he said nervously: "Several, we have no grievances and no hatred..."

"If you don't want to die, follow me, or I'll pinch you to death now!"

The Blood Spirit Hou's tone was cold, and his terrifying gaze looked down like a soul-snatching hook.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but shudder at his sight, and swallowed his saliva.