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Chapter 800: The style of painting here is not right

In addition to these incense burner monks, there are other forces also dividing up these refugees.

Wang Yunxiao was standing on the street, worrying about how to get to that damn Xiquan Mountain, when he heard the sound of the inner city gate slowly opening.

A large caravan slowly set out from the inner city and passed through the streets.

Different from the rag-picking refugees outside, this caravan has a large number of horses, vehicles and armed guards. The vehicles are also full of goods. It looks very formal, as if they are going to do big business.

The question is...what big business can you do here?
Wang Yunxiao looked confused.

As he was observing silently, he suddenly heard someone shout, "Lord Wang?"

Turning around, it turned out to be Shi Hu.

Wang Yunxiao almost forgot who he was.

Shi Hu was the leader of the guards in the inner city. When they first came to train, it was Shi Hu who assigned them the job. At that time, Wang Yunxiao bribed him a lot of money, hoping to establish a good relationship with him.

As a result, this relationship was not put to much use later.

When he followed Veronica into the inner city, he no longer needed Shi Hu's connection.

He didn't remember Shi Hu, but Shi Hu obviously still remembered him and came over to greet him enthusiastically.

"Are you going out on business, sir?"

"What kind of official business is this? This is business."

Shi Hu jumped off his horse, an earnest smile on his face, and glanced behind Wang Yunxiao without leaving a trace: "Didn't the little princess come with Lord Wang this time?"

"She didn't come because of something... Lord Shi, where are you going to do business this time?"

"Go to Xiaoxitian. Those bald donkeys are very generous and never ask the price when buying things. Life in the city is not easy now. The treasury is empty, and you gentlemen have to tighten your belts to make a living."

Shi Hu sighed and said, "Life is getting harder and harder nowadays. Even a leader of the inner court guards like me has to work in a menial job just to make a living. I really feel ashamed of my ancestors..."

What's going on? You don't get gold coins from killing monsters anymore?

Wang Yunxiao has never figured out how the economic system of the Millennium Dynasty World works.

Monsters attack the city, and then you kill them to get gold coins. Do the masters in the palace eat gold coins as their meals?
Don't understand...

But this place itself is influenced by the dual dimensions of the underworld and dreams, and it is an imaginary outer dimension.

Does dreaming require any logic?
So don't ask so many questions.

Compared with the dreaming men in the city, the refugees outside look more like normal people.

The settlement that the Dragon Worshiping Cult built deep in the wilderness was named Little Western Heaven, which didn't sound very auspicious, as if they would capture any innocent little girls passing by and make them into weapons.

Wang Yunxiao asked Shi Hu about the location of Xiquan Mountain, and unexpectedly they were in the same direction. When the caravan arrived at Xiquan Mountain, they would also stop there.

It is said that the ancient town of Sunjia on Xiquan Mountain has a close connection with the Dragon Worshiping Cult.

There is a demon king with dragon blood on the mountain, named Chu Jiang, who has great magical powers and boundless power. He has 100,000 little demons under his command, occupying the 800-li Xiquan Mountain and dominating the area...

The concepts of time and space actually have no meaning in this place.

Especially the information spoken by the local natives, which is no different from those super elementary school students who claim to be from the M78 nebula and have a combat power of 53.

Just treat it as a dream talk.

You have to collect truly valuable information on your own.

When Shi Hu heard that Wang Yunxiao and his group were going to Xiquan Mountain, he extended a warm invitation. Wang Yunxiao said a few polite words and then reluctantly agreed. With someone leading the way, he saved a lot of effort.

Starting from the ruined imperial city and heading west, you can see villages and towns that have just begun to be built every three or five miles along the way.

Some homeless people are even trying to cultivate the land, but no one knows what they are going to plant.

There were also some villages that looked not very serious. The heroes inside were eyeing them covetously, and it was obvious that they were quite tempted by the large-scale caravans, but after repeated consideration, they decided not to act rashly.

We walked about thirty or forty kilometers in a day, but there was still no sign of Xiquan Mountain.

Wang Yunxiao breathed smoothly and did not feel any discomfort.

Of course, his physical fitness cannot be used as a reference standard. It mainly depends on the feelings of Chen Yan and Xiao Hulu.

Both girls said it was no problem. Apart from the depressing atmosphere caused by the desolate area around them, they did not feel the erosion of the outer dimension.

Since they are both fine, it should not be a problem for ordinary people to survive here.

It’s hard to say about long-term survival, but one or two days will definitely not have any impact.

It seems that the plan formulated by the Secret Service is not a fantasy, but is indeed well thought out.

Now it depends on whether the great demon king of Xiquan Mountain is willing to communicate and whether he can understand human language.

The night was peaceful and without any troubles.

The caravan set off again the next day and did not arrive at the foot of Xiquan Mountain until noon on the third day.

The scene here is not quite what Wang Yunxiao imagined.

It is said that Xiquan Mountain stretches for eight hundred miles, with no end in sight. The mountain is bare with no trees, only rocks - this is normal.

What is abnormal is that at the foot of this mountain, there is actually a very large town, extending from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountainside. It is densely packed with buildings and it seems that there are at least tens of thousands of people living there.

Moreover, it is not as lifeless as the imperial city. From a distance, you can even see the smoke rising from the city and hear the noisy sounds. It is almost no different from the real world.

There are arable fields here, with unknown crops planted in the fields, and there are also wells.

There is an inn, and there is even food that normal people can eat in the inn.

Wang Yunxiao was stunned when he saw the big bowl of noodles with gravy brought out by the waiter.

I'm not saying... isn't the style of painting here a bit too outrageous?

This is the underworld, right? How can you make it look like a paradise?

The locals used ghost money banknotes. The beautifully printed patterns on the banknotes were definitely from the world of the living. Other currencies could also be exchanged in the inn, including gold beads and gold bars circulated in the imperial city, and silver dollars and colored banknotes from the world of the living. Even the incense used by the Dragon Worship Cult could be used as currency here.

Sometimes being too normal is actually abnormal.

Anyway, Wang Yunxiao couldn’t figure out who had the ability to build this place into this.

too exaggerated.

Just as I settled down in the inn with Shi Hu, someone came to the door.

The visitor was a young man who looked wealthy and almost indistinguishable from a living person. He was holding a pen, paper and an abacus account book in his hands. After politely bowing and greeting, he began to introduce himself.

"I'm Li Yu, the town's tax collector."

(End of this chapter)