Ning Qi's eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at Bu Shaofeng, "What does that store sell?"

Bu Shaofeng glanced at that shop with a hint of disgust in his eyes, and Bu Qingshi was no exception.

"Senior, the monks here have all kinds of disgusting hobbies. In order to cater to this group of monks, the owner of this shop did something extremely unscrupulous. However, for the monks here, it is quite ordinary. Those brains

, all are made from human children aged one to two years old. The shop owner controls at least thousands of human women and gives birth to many children for him every year..."

Bu Shaofeng whispered.

"Senior, there were many monks who couldn't stand it when they passed through the City of the Dead, and wanted to help those poor women. As a result, these monks, without exception, all disappeared in the City of the Dead. No one was seen alive, and no corpses were found after they died!"

Bu Qingshi suddenly looked at Ning Qi with big eyes, with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

In the shop, not only the foreign monks were caring, but also the human monks. When they were eating, their expressions were very enjoyable, as if they were tasting the delicacies of the world.

Ning Qi's spiritual thoughts instantly swept across the entire City of the Dead. In addition to the scene in front of him, all kinds of tragic things were basically happening all over the City of the Dead at the same time. Ordinary mortals without cultivation, in the City of the Dead,

In the eyes of the monks, they are like pigs who can be killed whenever they want.

"It is indeed the City of the Dead. The name is indeed correct. However, there is a name that should be more suitable for this place... This place should be called hell on earth."

Ning Qi muttered to himself, and then walked towards the shop. The two brothers, Bu Shaofeng, were slightly startled, with a premonition rising in their hearts.

A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Before Bu Shaofeng could catch up, Bu Qingshi had already taken the lead to catch up with Ning Qi.

"That's all..."

Bu Shaofeng smiled bitterly and followed.

"Sir, today's 'Children's Brain Soup' has been sold out. Please come early tomorrow."

The shop owner thought Ning Qi was coming to try something new, so he smiled and said to Ning Qi.

"These are the brains of children of my own race?"

Ning Qi looked at the shopkeeper, pointed to the clean heads that had been licked, and said.

When the shop owner heard this, his expression changed slightly, a cold and stern look flashed in his eyes, he looked at Ning Qi with a smile but not a smile, and sneered: "Who am I talking about? It turns out that he is such a blind guy again. Boy, you are the first one."

Are you coming to the City of the Dead once? I think these children's brain soups I made are unscrupulous, so I want to come

Do justice for heaven? Hahaha, don't forget, what kind of place is this! Today, I am very compassionate and remind you that when you come to the city of the dead, you must abide by the rules of the city of the dead. If you see the 'roast alive banquet',

Only then did I realize that a small business like ours is nothing in the City of the Dead!?"

After a pause, he suddenly stepped forward and snatched the child's brain soup from a monk. The monk showed a trace of anger on his face and looked at the shop owner and Ning Qi coldly.

Snap!

The shop owner slapped the child's brain soup in front of Ning Qi and looked at Ning Qi sarcastically: "Come on, drink it. Even if you abide by the rules of the City of the Dead, I will forgive you this time. Otherwise, someone will do it."

Come and deal with monks like you who don’t understand the rules. More than one Immortal King has died in the City of the Dead?"

Having said this, the shopkeeper's mouth slightly raised, with a mocking look on his face.

A mere monk in the Dan Dou Realm dared to mock Ning Qi and the others like this. It can be imagined that the so-called rules of the Dead Man City in his mouth made him full of confidence.

"This kind of place shouldn't exist."

Ning Qi smiled lightly, and the sword flashed past. The shopkeeper and the monk who was sucking the child's brain soup with relish were cut into several sections in an instant. The shopkeeper did not die on the spot, and the severed head just rolled down.

At Ning Qi's feet, he looked at Ning Qi in shock and anger, and roared like a breathless voice: "How dare you kill me in the City of the Dead! I am a local native! Even if you kill me, you can't escape!"

Whoosh whoosh, countless eyes were cast towards Ning Qi. The monks walking on the road stopped one after another and looked at Ning Qi with different expressions.

Most of these monks are natives, but some are monks who are passing through this place. The way they look at Ning Qi is slightly strange. In their opinion, although the City of the Dead is a bit violent, some things are very disturbing.

It's disgusting, but what does the life of a mere mortal matter?

There are countless mortals in the Central Continent, and it would be unwise to break the rules of the City of the Dead for the sake of mortals who are raised like pigs and sheep.

"I don't know which family he is from, but newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

"You can't live long if you act based only on your blood!"

"You have to think twice about everything, but I like this guy very much. I'll say a few nice words to him later to save his life!"

An old man who exuded the aura of the Creator of the Fourth Tribulation looked at Ning Qi with some admiration. There was a group of young monks beside him, and their strength was generally between the Creator of the First Tribulation and the Creator of the Second Tribulation.

"Which blind guy dares to break the rules of my city of the dead!?"

A roar came out, and the monks on the road got out of the way. The entire street was centered around Ning Qi and the three of them, and there was no one within a hundred feet of it!

"Do I need you to worry about whether I can escape or not?"

Ning Qi glanced at the head at his feet with some mockery, stepped on it lightly, and then turned his attention to a black-robed monk who had just landed not far in front of him.

This black-robed monk exuded a faint aura of the Creator of the Calamity. After landing, his eyes were fixed on Ning Qi.

"Hey, Brother Chen Jiu, is that you? Do you still remember me? Haha, this matter is a misunderstanding. For my sake, why don't you forget it?"

When the old man saw the person coming, he immediately laughed and went to greet him.

"Pu Yan? Is this monk also a descendant of your Pu family?"

After seeing the old man, the black-robed monk frowned slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"The one who died was just a Dou Dan Realm shopkeeper. Well, those few diners were accidentally affected, but their cultivation levels were also very low. In the eyes of you and me, they were like ants. There are some elixirs in them.

Please accept Brother Chen Jiu’s approval.”

The old man smiled slightly and did not answer the black-robed monk's words. Instead, he handed a leather bag to his hand.

Chen Jiu put away the leather bag calmly, then glanced at Ning Qi coldly, "I will treat today's matter as a misunderstanding, but you can't stay in the City of the Dead anymore, so get out."

"Little brother, people have to bow their heads under the eaves."

The old man's voice sounded in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi smiled at him and then waved his hand gently.

Nine Flames Great Luo Palm!

The fierce palm technique fell directly on Chen Jiu. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Jiu, who was originally so majestic, turned into a puddle of ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Old man, today I am going to wash away the City of the Dead with blood. If you have nothing to do with the City of the Dead, please just watch the show behind..."
Chapter completed!