Come and go in a hurry!
After Feng Qingyang and the Vermillion Bird Hall Master disappeared on the third floor, the bald man struggled for a moment, and finally he made a seal with his hands, and a ray of black light emerged from his fingertips.
Like green smoke, it twisted and turned into a wolf's head. His lips moved slightly, and he seemed to have planted something while muttering. Then he raised his hand and waved it, using some magic weapon to blast open the void. The wolf's head drilled into it and disappeared in an instant.
"Why are you leaving?"
Behind her, she heard the slightly anxious cry of the Suzaku Hall Master. Feng Qingyang was the hope of four people, so she could not tolerate any abnormality.
As the voice came out, it immediately echoed in the void, resounding throughout the entire second floor, waking up the people who were walking back and forth. A series of surprised glances followed the Suzaku Hall Master and converged on Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang stood there. Even at this moment, the cold and gloomy aura on his body had not completely disappeared. His mind kept recalling the previous encounter with the bald man on the third floor.
Being interrupted by the Master of Suzaku Hall, he felt a little annoyed. He looked back and saw that countless people on the second floor were staring at him. At this moment, he became the focus again.
Feng Qingyang was not unfamiliar with this feeling. He seemed to have experienced this feeling somewhere before. His eyes swept across everyone and met the somewhat complicated gaze of the Suzaku Hall Master.
His heart seemed to be touched. He put his hands behind his back, restraining the aura emanating from his body. His expression was calm, his body was calm, and even his heart was calm at this moment.
"Why should I leave?"
Feng Qingyang murmured, and the sinister look of the bald man on the third floor flashed in his eyes again. He trembled slightly in his heart, as if he had lost something.
"I just didn't have time to prepare."
Feng Qingyang spoke in a deep voice, it seemed that he was speaking to himself, but also to the Master of Suzaku Hall.
Is he really not him
Thinking of this, he stopped talking and just turned around gently. In the surprised gazes of everyone, he disappeared with a whoosh. In just a short moment, he walked out of Duobao Pavilion.
The head of the Suzaku Hall remained silent, perhaps because he felt that he had lost his composure by questioning someone he didn't actually know in public.
"What are you looking at?"
Then he roared in all directions, then turned into a flash of flame red, and disappeared into Duobao Pavilion with Feng Qingyang. Perhaps this made Feng Qingyang unhappy, and the two of them didn't say a word along the way.
The City of Sin is extremely large, covering an area of tens of thousands of feet, and it accommodates no less than hundreds of thousands of people. Although there are not many demons on the third floor, there are definitely quite a few.
Feng Qingyang remained silent as he walked forward for who knows how far. His originally restrained aura began to spread out again, making him look like a moving block of ice.
Suddenly, he stopped. His sudden pause caught the distracted Suzaku Hall Master behind him off guard and bumped into his back.
He rubbed his nose and was about to yell, but he saw Feng Qingyang's aura changed again and he stood there with a dull expression.
She looked around and immediately knew where the two of them were now, but when she figured it out, she took a breath.
This is the deepest part of the Wanmo area. Even if she comes here, she still has to be careful. Although she has the background of the sixth level, the demons here are all extremely desperate and if she is not careful, she may be doomed.
There were many people surrounding Feng Qingyang on both sides, but their attention was no longer on him, but on a platform in front.
The platform was not big, but it could accommodate several hundred people. It was crowded with onlookers. In the center of the platform, sat a strange-looking monk.
Each of them wore a small bamboo hat to cover their faces, and they gave off an aura of "let no one disturb you", isolating everyone's consciousness from outside.
"This is a trading place. In addition to the Duobao Pavilion, there is also one deep in the Wanmo area."
The head of the Vermillion Bird Hall spoke, but her words did not attract Feng Qingyang's attention. It was as if she was talking to herself in the air.
He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and suppressed his anger. He continued, "They are all people who come here to trade. The things traded here are not as formal as those in Duobao Pavilion. There are many fake and inferior magic weapons, but there are also real treasures among them."
"kindness!"
This time Feng Qingyang responded, but it was still just a short word, which made the Suzaku Hall Master behind him stamp his feet in anger. However, he learned his lesson this time, bypassed Feng Qingyang's body, squeezed into the crowd, and looked at the things in it. No one knew what fascinated him so much.
"This is… "
She screamed and covered her mouth with her hands. She didn't continue talking, but a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes. Then she was pushed out by the people behind her.
"This thing is very strange!"
Feng Qingyang thought to himself that the reason why he suddenly stopped was not because he was annoyed by the Master of the Suzaku Hall behind him, but because he was attracted by a voice in his ear after arriving here.
After following the sound, they discovered the platform here and countless people wearing straw hats sitting on it. On the edge, in a seemingly inconspicuous place, there was a strange skeleton.
It is called a skeleton, but actually it is not that. It just looks similar. The voice in his ear came from this palm-sized skeleton.
It was a very strange sound. In all that Feng Qingyang had experienced, he seemed to have never heard such a strange sound.
It seems like crying but not crying, and like laughing but not laughing, but if you listen carefully, you will feel a roar in your head. As the roar continues to grow, it will stimulate his blood circulation, speeding up countless times in an instant.
"What on earth is this?" Feng Qingyang frowned, feeling the strange sounds that kept coming. He felt inexplicably irritated in his heart, and his mind was in turmoil. His eyes flashed, and a gleam of brilliance passed through them.
Then he snorted coldly, this sound was directed at himself, the corpse king's blood in his body began to surge, and a roar came, washing over his whole body, spreading along every meridian and flesh, blocking out the strange sound.
The roar was like thunder. Almost at the moment when he got rid of the strange sound, he took a step forward, pushed aside the people beside him, and walked to the ignored edge of the platform.
"What is this?" Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the man wearing the bamboo hat. A deep thought flashed in his eyes, and then he spoke slowly.
These words seemed to alarm the man in the bamboo hat. He did not say anything, nor did he look up. Instead, he reached out and pushed down the bamboo hat on his head.
"Can't you see that yourself?"
He snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with Feng Qingyang's sudden words, so his tone seemed a little harsh, and his eyes hidden under the bamboo hat flashed a gleam of brilliance.
"If I could tell, I wouldn't ask you again!"