Hearing this, Mu Fan showed a look of lovelessness.
Sure enough, a woman's heart is a sea needle
Mu Fan pulled Xia Yuqing, who was sleeping like a dead pig, from the bed and carried her into the bathroom.
Then he brushed Xia Yuqing's teeth with his left hand, and brushed his teeth with his right hand.
Seeing this, Xiao Xiao chuckled, "You're just getting used to puppy teeth."
"Why don't you just help her take a bath?"
Mu Fan blinked his pure eyes, "I just washed it last night."
Xiao Xiao's face turned dark when she heard this, and she had the urge to stab Mu Fan to death with a toothbrush.
Suddenly, she frowned and said, "Xiaofan, why is there a bruise on your neck?"
Hearing this, Mu Fan opened the neckline and looked, indeed
A slender bruise wrapped around Mu Fan's neck, like a strangle mark
Mu Fan moved his neck, feeling a little numb, "It's okay, maybe it was left from the fight last night."
"Hey, sister Xiao Xiao, do you know anyone who understands evil spirits?"
"I want to find out what the evil spirit sect's purpose is before entering Jiumang Mountain. In case they want to do something wrong in Jiumang Mountain, we will have a way to deal with it."
Xiao Xiao thought for a while and said, "Speaking of evil spirits, um, I know that the master of the underground black market in Yongle District is a necromancer."
"He should understand such things as evil spirits."
Mu Fan nodded, "Okay, then make arrangements and I'll meet him."
The stretched Lincoln slowed down on Industrial Avenue and pulled up in front of a run-down department store.
Mu Fan looked around, straightened his coat, and then walked into this dilapidated department store.
The room was dimly lit, the goods on the shelves were scattered, and there was even a layer of dust on the chairs against the wall.
It seems that the owner here never expected to make a living from this department store.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
Standing behind the counter was a tall man with a bald head, his shiny forehead reflecting the sunlight outside the window.
Mu Fan said lightly, "A long farewell."
The password leading to the underground black market is to tell the gatekeeper about a supernatural plant, which Mu Fan learned from Arthur.
The bald gatekeeper looked Mu Fan up and down, then turned and walked into the house
"plz follow me."
Mu Fan followed the bald man to the warehouse where the goods were stored.
The surrounding wooden boxes were piled up like a mountain, and the bald man guided Mu Fan through the wooden boxes, and finally stopped in front of an iron gate.
The bald man took out the key from his pocket, and with a "click", he unlocked the door.
"Please come in, pull the rope behind the door when you come out."
Mu Fan thanked him, and walked behind the iron gate.
"Bang" the iron door was locked again.
The surrounding light is dim, and there is a deep corridor in front of it. Every ten meters, there is a dim yellow horse lantern hanging on the wall.
Mu Fan glanced around, then lifted his foot and walked forward.
The cramped passage can only accommodate two people side by side, coupled with the dim lighting, there is a strong sense of depression when walking in it.
After turning a corner, a stone staircase leading down appeared in front of my eyes.
"Well, it seems that the underground black market is really underground."
Mu Fan shrugged, and walked down the stone ladder.
The stone ladder was in a spiral shape, and after turning about five times, a thick iron gate appeared before Mu Fan's eyes. On the iron gate were engraved with fuzzy runes, vaguely resembling some kind of writing.
Ancient Yanhuang characters
Mu Fan was taken aback, he didn't expect to see long-abolished text here, which shows that this rough iron gate has a history of at least a thousand years.
Unfortunately, the text on it has long been blurred.
Mu Fan sighed secretly, pushed open the iron gate, and suddenly there was a faint cry in his ear.
Looking around, there are two rows of majestic stone pillars standing on the vast underground square, from the ground to the ceiling about ten meters high.
Some kind of symbols are engraved on the rough stone pillars, but most of them have been damaged and become blurred.
At the moment, dozens