The chivalrous spirit is fickle

There was no loud noise as imagined, nor was there any unusual phenomenon. Even the place where the bone was released and the fist landed was not damaged at all.

However, beneath the ground, murderous aura was surging wildly, and the insects hiding in the soil were as if being cut by millions of silk threads.

Shi Gu's face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his breathing became heavy.

Killing intent is violent, fierce, and evil.

A sudden thought, an unintentional disgust, a chance loss of control, or even deep-rooted hatred.

I want to kill a person, I want to cut him into pieces, I want to crush his soul.

Chaos and madness, this is the essence of murderous intent.

Therefore, in the entire martial arts world, no one can enter the Tao with murderous aura, except for Shi Gu during the heavenly calamity.

Shi Gu's martial arts was driven by murderous aura. This was the path he chose himself. However, murderous aura was ultimately an evil aura. For two hundred years, Shi Gu failed to perfect his martial arts.

In other words, it was a miracle that he didn't become a new great demon.

Now as Shi Gu's realm has returned to the ninth level of martial arts, the backlash of his martial arts has also come along, just like the sudden murderous intent that arose today.

Because of Shen Yue and Su Xue, Shi Gu felt murderous intent, and this murderous intent was even more exaggerated than he had imagined, so he had no choice but to leave that place and pour the surging murderous aura in his body into the ruins of Huiyin City Charity Cemetery.

Shi Gu could still handle the backlash of the ninth-grade martial arts, but he didn't want to waste the murderous aura in his body.

There must be something hidden under the charity cemetery. Even though Shigu and Xiaojiu had investigated it carefully, he still believed it.

Perhaps it was just like the green demon Fan Zheng, who hid a space in a tiny object that Shi Gu's spiritual sense could not find, so he poured his murderous aura that was about to get out of control into it.

If there were still people in that space, the murderous aura would probably cause a hole in that space.

As murderous aura continued to pour in, deep underground, in the deep soil, a shell that was squeezed and wrapped by the soil began to develop a tiny crack.

However, the next moment the shell dived quickly into the depths like a living thing, turning the thick soil into a river and diving into the depths like a fish.

……

In the dark palace, the entire body of the palace was shaking violently, and the swaying ghost fire suddenly suppressed, as if it was about to go out.

Zou Si was bound by invisible chains and could not move, but he saw a huge crack appearing in the palace above his head, almost running through the entire palace.

Seeing this, Kang Xi's face changed drastically. He quickly formed seals with his fingers and muttered an unknown formula. Then, in Zou Si's perception, the entire palace became like a ship in the waves, shaking and unstable.

It was unknown how long it was before Kang Xi stopped. He looked up at the huge crack above the palace. His eyes twitched and his expression turned ugly.

The underground palace here is one of the treasures passed down by the zombies. It is a treasure like Mount Sumeru and a mustard seed. Such a treasure naturally has the ability to self-repair.

However, the huge crack in front of it would take at least three days to repair. The escape just now caused the treasure to fall into a short sleep to repair itself.

During these three days, Kang Xi was unable to meet with his companions.

Thinking of this, Kang Xi's face became even uglier. According to the plan, he would meet up with his companions within these three days. They would send the three thousand boys and girls, as well as the remaining flesh and blood of Mara.

After sacrificing the three thousand boys and girls, they combined the flesh and blood of Mara with Zou Si to create a monster as a possession to give an explanation to the five major sect leaders.

But now this plan had to be postponed. The murderous aura revealed from the cracks in the palace just now made Kang Xi, the zombie, feel creepy for the first time in a long time.

The murderous aura had a wide range, and he had no other choice but to flee deep underground, but this also put him in a situation where he could not get out.

Kang Xi sighed and stopped thinking about it. He sat cross-legged and began to try to convey the message to his companions through the big demon in his dream, asking them to wait patiently.

At the same time, on the ruins of the charity cemetery, Shi Gu slowly stood up. His pale face had recovered a lot. He reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and also sat cross-legged on the ruins and began to regulate his breathing.

……

Shigu hadn't slept for a long time, but when he was in meditation, it was like a deep sleep. His eyelids drooped and then opened, and the scenery in front of him was shrouded in the night.

Stars hang low over the sea of ​​clouds, and the big moon is high in the sky.

In a blink of an eye, it was already night. Shi Gu exhaled slowly, and a stream of black turbid air was exhaled along with his nostrils.

Shi Gu's complexion completely returned to normal. He reached out and wiped his face, transforming into the appearance of a young Taoist priest again. However, the bamboo banner was nowhere to be seen. No one knew where it had been thrown away during the day.

"It's almost time to go see the King of Hell."

Shi Gu muttered to himself softly and reached behind him. With a sound of a knife, a pure white long knife fell into his hand. The white blade turned into crystal blue in the blink of an eye, emitting a beautiful glow.

With the sound of tearing cloth, Shi Gu tore off a corner of his Taoist robe and wrapped the blade. After doing all this, he set off and slowly walked towards the gambling street.

At the same time, in the gambling street, in Linshui Tower.

In the most luxurious room of Linshui Tower, two people were looking at each other across the table. The table was colorful and filled with all kinds of food, fine wine and delicacies, but the two people did not move their chopsticks and just looked at each other quietly.

Among the two men, one looked like a middle-aged man, who was the owner of the gambling street known as the King of Hell. The other was dressed in a green shirt and had a childish appearance, looking like a teenager.

The middle-aged man suddenly picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said in an unhappy tone.

"Brother Yao, I didn't expect that you would be the one coming today. Was the information I gave you during the day not clear enough?"

Hearing this, the young-looking man smiled bitterly and shook his head, then spoke slowly.

"Junior Brother Yan Hui, am I not enough to save your face as I am only at the early stage of the ninth rank?"

Yan Hui is the so-called King of Hell. This is his real name, but it is also the name he dislikes the most.

Yan Hui's expression gradually turned cold, and he looked at the strange young man at the opposite table with displeasure.

The man's name was Yao Zhi. He and Yan Hui were fellow apprentices of the same year and were almost the same age. However, Yan Hui's strength was rather ordinary, being only an eighth-grade martial artist, while Yao Zhi was a ninth-grade martial artist, far superior to Yan Hui.

Therefore, peers who should be of similar age now look like a pair of father and son. The difference in martial arts realm will create a gap in time that cannot be filled.

Yan Hui put down the teacup, glanced at him coldly, and said in a deep voice.

"I have seen that man in the daytime. Although I didn't see him actually take action, I think he is definitely not someone I can handle."

"His skills should be the power of the third extreme of martial arts. People like him are usually tough. You may not be afraid of him, but what I want is to completely suppress his arrogance."

"Not everyone can step on the face of the King of Hell."

Upon hearing this, Yao Zhi sighed inwardly. This old friend of his had been in this gambling district for too many years and had already been tainted by its atmosphere. He even spoke like a gangster boss.

"Since that person is quite powerful, we should think about recruiting him or befriending him, rather than forcing him to save face."

"Brother Yan Hui, you should also remember that the rule of our sect is to just make money and not care about other things."

Upon hearing this, Yan Hui sneered and responded bluntly.

"Junior Brother Yao, I dare to call you Junior Brother again today. Don't forget how much money I have earned for the sect over the years."

"I don't know how many people in the sect have taken advantage of me. I have been stationed in this gambling street for many years and have done my best. I know it better than you."

"Today, I want to save my face. In Huiyin City, face is the most important thing. If I lose face and lose my status, can I still be called the King of Hell?"

Yao Zhi frowned more and more and advised again.

"Your men were respectful to that man during the day, why did you insist on suppressing him after a day?"

Yan Hui moved his hand, pushed aside the teacup, picked up a wine jug, and said lightly.

"There are big and small rivers and lakes. Junior brother, you are in the big river and lake, while I am trapped in the small river and lake of Huiyin City."

"And there is an unwritten rule in this small arena that the real victory or defeat is often decided in the second round."

“When you meet someone for the first time and you don’t know their depth, you should always give them some time. Only when the second round begins can you determine the true winner.”

"I can't leave this little world in my life. Since I can't leave it, I have to be the best in this little world."

"Money, face, I want them all."

Chapter 78 Yao Zhi

Shi Gu, wearing a Taoist robe, walked slowly to the gambling street. The street was brightly lit and the buildings were bustling with people, but there were few people on the street.

Wine, sex, money and anger seemed to have become physical objects, carried in the wind and blowing towards us.

Linshuilou is located in the middle of the gambling street, next to the brothel and facing the casino across the street. The sign is huge, as if they are afraid people won’t see it.

Shi Gu glanced at the Linshui Tower and walked slowly towards it. After entering the building, he found that there was no one else in the entire restaurant except the waiter.

The young swordsman from the daytime, dressed as a waiter, walked up quickly and said with a smile.

"Senior, my master has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

After saying that, the young swordsman turned around and led the way, leading Shi Gu up the stairs. The Linshui Tower was very nice, but it only had two floors, so the staircase seemed extremely long, with nine twists and turns, and was dyed with vermilion lacquer.

Shi Gu stepped on the steps, stroking the smooth red paint, and said lightly.

“This street should be able to make a lot of money every year.”

The young swordsman smiled when he heard this, and continued walking while talking.

"Senior, you are joking. It is just some hard-earned money. It is definitely not a great fortune."

Shi Gu raised his eyebrows but did not refute anything. He was very clear about the tricks of the gambling street. They would not cheat in the casino, but they would lend high interest to the gamblers.

Once the money is released, the interest rate will get higher day by day, and the gambler's entire family assets will be trapped. In the end, his wife and children will be separated, and his children will be taken to the gambling district, with the men becoming servants and the women becoming prostitutes.

Just like a vampire leech, it sucks the blood of those people, makes the entire gambling street fat and big, and uses human blood to exchange for huge wealth.

Soon, Shi Gu stepped over the last step and came to the second floor. The young swordsman knocked on the door and reported.

"Master, the guests are here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle voice sounded in the room.

"Please come in, guest."

Upon hearing this, the young swordsman immediately pushed the door open, stepped over the threshold and walked into the house.

In the luxurious room, the so-called King of Hell was sitting upright in a solemn meeting. Although his tone was gentle, he had no intention of getting up to greet him. The same was true for another person, Yao Zhi, who looked like a teenager.

The food on the table was already cold, without any heat at all. It was obvious that it had been prepared long ago, but the table and chairs were served without waiting for the guests to arrive.

Cold tea and cold rice, this is Yan Hui’s attitude, and also his way of showing power.

Shi Gu didn't say anything polite. He pulled over a chair and sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating the cold dishes on the table.

According to the rules of the underworld, this means surrender, which means I am willing to eat your leftovers.

But Shigu was not giving in, he was really hungry.

Yan Hui looked at Shi Gu who was eating cold rice, and his expression relaxed a little. He thought that Shi Gu had given in, so he stood up, poured a glass of wine, and said with a smile.

"Master, please have a drink to warm yourself up."

Shi Gu did not put down his chopsticks, nor did he take the glass of wine. He just kept eating. Yan Hui's face froze in place. Seeing this, Yao Zhi, who was standing by, hurriedly stood up and tried to smooth things over.

However, without waiting for Yao Zhi to speak, Shi Gu spoke softly while eating cold dishes.

"Boss Yan, I want to do business with you."

Yan Hui held up the glass of wine, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly.

"We can talk business, but we also have to drink."

Yao Zhi quickly took the glass of wine and said to Yan Hui.

"Brother, since they are here to do business, don't let them drink. Drinking will only cause trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Zhi saw Shi Gu pour a glass of wine and drink it all in one gulp without even looking at him and Yan Hui.

Seeing this, Yan Hui's face suddenly darkened. He poured the wine directly onto the food on the table and said coldly.

"My friend, you don't look like you're here for business."

The wine splashed everywhere, completely ruining the already bad taste of the cold dish. Shi Gu sighed and finally put down his chopsticks. He looked up at Yan Hui and said softly.

"I heard that someone offered to buy Qingcheng Shigu's two disciples. May I ask who that person is?"

Hearing this, Yan Hui looked normal, but Yao Zhi beside him changed his expression. He turned his head to look at Yan Hui, surprised.

"Brother, is this true?"

Yan Hui waved his hand impatiently and said.

"It is true. I do this kind of business on this street. Someone offered a high price, so I did it. What's wrong with that?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Zhi had a complicated expression, shook his head repeatedly and tried to persuade him.

"Qingcheng Shigu, that man is a hedgehog. If you attack his apprentice, you will get into trouble."

Yan Hui sneered at Yao Zhi's persuasion and said with disdain.

"Now that Qingcheng Shigu can't even protect himself, he is still afraid of what his apprentice will do. Isn't he just a cowardly rat if he is afraid of everything?"

Upon hearing this, Yao Zhi could only smile bitterly and shake his head.