Supreme waste material concubine

Chapter 151 Black Market Crisis
Zhuge Wenyu gave Yun Kuangge a quick blink of an eye to convey the message: Left?
Yun Kuangge shook his head and made a gesture.

The torch was shaking, the footsteps were getting closer, Yun Kuangge held Zhuge Wenyu down, hid among the flowers, thinking about how to deal with it later.

"Strange, I saw a figure just now, why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?"

"Are you dazzled?"

The voice of the voice seemed to be above the head, Yun Kuangge listened with pricked ears and counted their steps.

Zhuge Wenyu glanced at Yun Kuangge who was staring with bated breath, his nervousness suddenly calmed down, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he pinched Yun Kuangge's serious face.

Yun Kuangge immediately glared at Zhuge Wenyu, he still has the mood to fight with her in this situation?How thick-skinned is this guy?
Zhuge Wenyu didn't care about it. If he was caught and confessed his identity, he would definitely lose face if he was caught, but it was better than losing his life. At worst, there would be some negative news.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps stopped, Yun Kuangge tilted his ears, held Zhuge Wenyu down, and frowned slightly, as if something was wrong...

Suddenly there was a gust of night wind blowing, overflowing with a faint fragrance of flowers, the smell became more and more intense, the white mist spread from the flower bed to the feet, the white mist became heavier and heavier, and nothing could be seen.

The strong scent of flowers couldn't hide the smell of blood.

Immediately there was a tragic scream from ahead, Zhuge Wenyu was startled for a while, and really wanted to get up to check the situation, but was pushed back by Yun Kuangge.

Zhuge Wenyu stared, and asked with lips: "What are you doing?"

Yun Kuangge didn't know what the situation outside was like. Her sense of smell and sixth sense had already told her that she was in danger, and going out rashly would only lead to her death. This mist is very evil, something must have mixed in.

Looking left and right, there was a study room behind him, and he gestured to Zhuge Wenyu, and also replied with his lips: "Go in!"

The two of them leaped backwards and entered the study room through the window one after the other at an incredible speed.

The study room is empty, only a desk and a screen are placed, and an ancient picture of Panasonic asking a boy hangs on the wall, but there is nothing else.

At this time, it was already foggy outside the door.

The white mist spread rapidly in the backyard, and the flowers in the flower beds withered quickly. The stamens were dark red like blood, and the petals were gray-black. The coquettish red and lifeless black were particularly conspicuous.

In the hazy mist, he could faintly see something crawling on the ground, but he couldn't see what it was. Zhuge Wenyu passed through the crack of the window, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he quickly closed the window.

"The mist is poisonous! Those dead black market guards have 'resurrected' again!"

As he walked over, he was about to move a table to block the door.

Yun Kuangge shook his head to stop Zhuge Wenyu's senseless actions: "It's not poisonous mist, it's monster energy...!"

It is definitely not a poisonous mist that can control the dead. The evil door that comes from this mist is obviously haunted by evil spirits. It seems that something has mixed in from the black market...

When Zhuge Wenyu heard the word 'demon', his brows were furrowed. How could the internal war of the demon clan come to the human world to cause chaos?

The Six Realms are getting more and more uneven!

Just as he was about to speak, he heard rustling voices behind him, Yun Kuangge immediately touched the dagger at his waist, and shouted heavily: "Who!"

In this quiet and tense environment, the strings of the spirit are always taut, and even the slightest noise can be detected, not to mention the suppressed coughing sound.

"Cough cough..."

A weak coughing sound came from behind the screen, Zhuge Wenyu and Yun Kuangge looked at each other, and went up from both sides, but behind the screen was a 17-year-old boy covered in blood.

He has a star-like blue earring on his left ear, picturesque eyebrows, and a blue dragon pattern on his arm. He is sitting on the ground, hugging his knees, his handsome face and clothes are covered with blood, and his arms are wrapped in dyed clothes. Bloody cloth.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the wet and innocent eyes like a deer, and the color of his lips was like rouge. When someone found him, he was stunned first, then turned his head to look at Zhuge Wenyu and then at Yun Kuangge.

Lips whispered: "Don't...don't kill me..."

Although he concealed it well, Yun Kuangge noticed the flash of killing intent and vigilance under his long eyelashes.

The brows were slightly raised, the corners of the mouth were raised, and the dagger in her hand was turning on her two fingertips: "We don't need to kill you, and you won't live long."

His brows were already stained with black energy, he must have inhaled a lot of monster energy, without them doing anything, soon his monster energy would erode his sanity and turn him into a puppet.

The boy froze for a moment.

Zhuge Wenyu didn't have such overwhelming sympathy anymore, and turned to Yun Kuangge: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, I think the black market will receive news soon, let's go back first and then make plans?"

If the Yaozu attack the black market, they will definitely not stop there. As long as the black market falls, each of them will be in danger, and now they have to gather together to have a chance.

"you……"

There are already footsteps lingering outside the door, this footstep is not human...

The ferocity in the young man's eyes subsided, and his pitiful expression returned. His pale face struggled a bit, then he swallowed his words back, looked out the door nervously, and sang to Yun Kuang for help: "Help me, help me..."

These few words seemed to have exhausted his whole body's strength. This was the first time in his life that he had uttered such two shameful words. It was always others who begged him for mercy.

"Save you? You and I are not relatives, why should we save you?"

Yun Kuangge played with the dagger, taking his time and showing no intention of extending a helping hand.

Looking at the blood-covered young man, Zhuge Wenyu also faintly sensed that his identity was absolutely unusual. He had an aristocratic aura, but it was covered up by killing and hostility. His weakness was just a disguise, but he was actually ruthless.

He handed over the decision-making power to Yun Kuangge, because if such a person is saved, he will cause trouble. If he is not saved, he will be their biggest trouble when he escapes!

The boy was also confused by the question.

Yun Kuangge was not at all nervous about the sound of the puppet knocking on the door, and leaned against the wall, playing with the dagger, waiting for the boy's answer.

The thick door panel slammed into each other, and Zhuge Wenyu lifted the desk to block the door. Every time the door was hit, the boy's heart would tighten, and the cold sweat on his forehead was gradually forced down.

He clenched his fists tightly, struggled in his heart, raised his head after a while, stared straight at Yun Kuangge, and gave a firm answer: "Because, I can't die!"

"Eh?" Yun Kuangge calmly raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him who seemed to be struggling in the quagmire, and uttered a short voice, meeting those gazes, his heart trembled suddenly.

"I can't just die so despicably, I want to live, to live for those brothers who have been humiliated and sacrificed their lives for me! This is my mission, and the only thing I can do for them."

The young man stubbornly raised his eyes to stare at Yun Kuangge's cold eyes, without flinching or fearing, his pretended innocence turned into determination and bloodthirsty, with faint tears shining.

His whole body was covered in blood, but even so, he still exuded brilliance, never in a state of embarrassment, only clanging and proud.

The smile on the corner of Yun Kuangge's mouth gradually subsided.

Zhuge Wenyu propped his back against the slammed door, looked at the young man, his eyelids twitched, why did he see this young man as if he saw Yun Kuangge...

Not only Zhuge Wenyu had this delusion, even Yun Kuangge vaguely saw herself who was once burdened with hatred, but she didn't cry...

"Can you still fight?"

"what?"

Yun Kuangge pressed his thin shoulders: "Let's fight together!"

The boy wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and nodded heavily: "Okay, I can!"

There was nothing more important than being alive and nothing touched him more than being able to continue to fight alongside men, his brothers were dead, he was alone, and now...he had companions.

Zhuge Wenyu came over, squeezed out a hemostatic pill from his purse and gave it to the young man. Yun Kuangge had already summoned Yan Wu, and split open the tables and chairs piled up at the door with sword energy. The door was broken, and the puppet at the door was also moved hurt.

Her strength limited Yan Wu, and her sword energy was not brought out to the maximum, otherwise she would be able to handle it alone without the help of Zhuge Wenyu and the young man.

"Cover your mouth and nose." Yun Kuangge explained to the boy worriedly.

The boy smiled gratefully: "My name is Xing Chen."

After finishing speaking, he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve. He was injured and his defense was the lowest. If he was manipulated by the monster mist, it would drag them down...

To deal with these low-level puppets, Yun Kuangge and Zhuge Wenyu's fighting power is still more than enough. They beat those puppets to the ground without any love for fighting. Yun Kuangge opened the window, and Zhuge Wenyu helped the boy jump out.

Yun Kuangge looked at the puppets who had been beaten to the ground and got up from the ground again, with a slight frown, he turned out of the window.

When we returned to the private room, it was already dawn, and the black market had become a mess. Those who packed up their packages and were about to leave were stopped by the deacon. The front door, back door, and side door of the black market, including the secret door for them to come back, were all closed.

Xingchen was leaning on the soft couch, the black air had begun to spread, and her skin had also begun to turn black, only those eyes were still so stubborn and unyielding.

"What can we do now, the evil poison is suppressed for a while, if it attacks the heart, there is really no cure."

Yun Kuangge raised the curtain and looked at the rioting crowd below, shaking his head: "Now the black market has been completely closed, and no one can go out or enter."

It is estimated that the matter in the backyard has reached the ears of the deacon, otherwise the deacon would not order the black market to be closed and no one is allowed to enter or leave.

The backyard is already on fire, and I don't know what the front door has become...

Xingchen's face was pale, beads of sweat rolled down his face, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and he replied weakly: "The front gate of the black market is already covered with blood, and the only way out is death."

Compared with the tragedy at the front door, the backyard is just a prelude. He witnessed the massacre with his own eyes, and he will never forget that scene in this lifetime...!
Staying in the black market and guarding here may still have a glimmer of life. If the monster race breaks in, there may be no survivors.

This time the Yaozu is really serious...

(End of this chapter)