Zhi Shuzhen raised his head and looked at the lonely and dilapidated Zaiyangji Archway in front of him, as well as the brilliant lights that stretched for hundreds of miles behind the archway.

The cold night wind blew over a piece of dust, the eaves above the head "creaked", a shriveled and black body hung on it, swaying back and forth, and the neck was soft and folded down, and the empty eye holes seemed to be looking down mockingly.

Under his feet is a rugged dirt road, with weeds on both sides, high and dense, and the pits are hidden in the middle, making it difficult to distinguish. Zhi Shuzhen occasionally glimpses the eyes of peeking deep in the grass, which are both vulgar and dark.

This area is the periphery of the sheep slaughter, lurking the lowest-level "reptiles" in the local area. They cannot eat and do not cover their bodies. They hide in dirty and deep crypts like humble and ugly bugs, watching the wind, reporting news, and begging for life. However, once they find that their prey is weak and can be bullied, they will rush forward and turn into hideous and bloodthirsty beasts.

"Little fat sheep, be honest with me, otherwise you will be sold to Wangpo bun shop and chop it up as meat filling!" Fat Tiger glanced at a "reptit" who was sneaking out of his head, swearing and pulling the rope, dragging Zhi Huo to stagger forward.

The road ahead gradually became flat, and along the way were dense adobe houses, like bulging steamed buns, connecting them into large-scale rural villages. Several spike fences were formed outside the village, and ten-meter-high soil towers were erected. Square piles of holes were carved out on the rough tower wall, and dim candlelight was revealed inside.

"Wo Wang--" Hearing footsteps, tall and ferocious mastiffs ran out from the darkness of the fence, grinning and roaring in a low voice. A sharp arrow was poked out from the hole pile, and several barbarians with leopard heads and round eyes showed their faces painted with oil paint, tightened their bowstrings, and stared at the fat tigers and the other.

Fat Tiger raised his hands and shouted a few times. Most of these barbarians were natives in the middle of the wilderness. They were tough and united together. They usually made a living by hunting, and sometimes they also made a few business of licking blood on their heads.

Going forward, the lights are brighter, the dirt roads are gradually widening, and forks appear one after another. Zhishouzhen passed by bamboo buildings, tree houses, grass warehouses, wooden villages, earthen castles, brick houses, grottoes, and tombs... These buildings are of different heights and sizes, with various shapes and all kinds of strangeness: some are covered with thorn branches tied with white bones; some are colorful bird feathers on the roof; some are inlaid with nut shells, egg shells, and turtle shells on the exterior walls; and even more, a circle of gyro-shaped dry feces sprinkled around the yard...

"Fuck those tiger friends to death and vent their anger for Sun Guo!" "The ghouls of the Ghost Sect are getting more and more crazy, and we dare to mess with each other!" "Fuck them!"

More than 20 Ma Huahu gathered with sticks and rods, rushed out of the tree house, and rushed to the distance with great momentum. Fat Tiger lowered his voice and said, "Ma Hua and Hu Jia each have their own gang here, and they are very arrogant. There are many 'wild dogs' from outside in this area. The eight wildernesses are in a mess. There are a few wild dogs that can survive until now."

Zhi Shouzhen's heart moved slightly. The news that Yin Jiuyou, the leader of the Tiger Clan, was killed by Yan Jilang, should have not been spread yet...

Along the way, Fat Tiger led him through the trading camp where "grass rats" were wandering, through various strange temples surrounded by fireworks, and bypassed the Heifeng Mountain Village occupied by horse bandits... More than half an hour later, the two arrived at Daotou Street, the center of the sheep slaughtering sheep.

The strong and mixed smell rushes from all directions like waves.

Zhi Shouzhen smelled the pungent smell of blood, the rotten smell of maggots from corpses, the smell of feces and urine from humans and animals, the fermentation of garbage, the rotten smell of water, the sour smell of sweat of skin armor, the rust smell of swords, the burning smell of ore in the forge, the choking smell of firewood and grass, the lard smell of fried in hot pot, the pickled smell of meat and vegetables, the fishy smell of fish and shrimp, the milky aroma of cheese, the sweet and greasy smell of powder, the fresh smell of plants...

Thousands of flavors merged together, bringing an extraordinary and strong stimulation. Zhi Shuzhen stopped and took a deep breath. This is the special smell of the slaughtered sheep collection, which makes people never forget it once they smell it.

Fat Tiger pulled him forward with his head on his head, and the entire Daotou Street was crisscrossed and connected, like a dense spider web extending to the middle of the wilderness. Restaurants, inns, casinos, brothels, shops, workshops were lined up, and the doors were crowded. High-hanging torches and lanterns were endless, as brilliant as stars, illuminating the surroundings with fire trees and silver flowers, colorful.

There were traffic on the streets and endless streams of alien races. Various aliens walked by near Zhi Shunzhen: about a meter tall, dark Kunlun slaves, short and strong, with buck-toothed dog nose dog nose, petite and exquisite, the fragrant Hui tribe, the green face and fangs, the agile Yasha as fast as the wind, the stiff limbs, and the strange-looking corpse clan... They either looked at Zhi Shunzhen and the other two, or looked at Zhi Shunzhen for a few glances, and hurriedly passed by. A familiar fat tiger came over to greet him. The fat tiger always held his chest and raised his belly, and pulled the rope with a look: "This is the two-legged sheep I just caught, and I plan to train it for fun!"

The boy has dressed up in a new way: his hair is tangled and messy, covered with grass and blood, his feet are bare, his exposed skin is covered with mud and dirty, and he looks like a sloppy beggar. Those acquaintances laugh and retreat, secretly calling Fat Tiger a silly guy with a strange taste, which is hard for ordinary people to reach.

Near the center of the street, a huge pit in all directions is ten feet deep, which is shocking. The pit is filled with pale skulls, densely packed, and layered. This is the life and death pit of the slaughter sheep. If the forces of all parties are in a fire, in addition to secretly fighting, they can also choose someone here to make a clear sword and a gamble on life and death.

Fat Tiger dragged Zhi Shuzhen and was about to turn into an alley next to him. Suddenly, a beautiful woman in her thirty years old jumped out of a gorgeous building decorated with lights and blocked Fat Tiger's way.

She put her hands on her hips, her eyebrows were raised, and her tender and white fingers almost poked into Fat Tiger's eyes: "Fat Tiger, don't you stop me!"

Fat Tiger's fat face drooped on the spot, and his fat body seemed to shrink by an inch: "Sister Xue, I--"

"How many times have I told you, a kid who killed thousands of swords? At such a young age, don't learn from others' robbery! You dare to secretly hide it from me and go to the other side of the Suoqiao to slaughter the second-legged sheep? Do you think I'm farting when I talk?" The beautiful woman became more and more angry. She grabbed the fat tiger's ears and twisted it hard. "With your ability as a three-legged cat, you'll be as 20,000 or 20,000! I'll tell you..."

"The dragon and tiger are hidden in the world, and people's hearts are sinister. If you are not careful, your corpse will remain..." Fat Tiger silently recited the old saying that the other party had repeated countless times in his stomach, while begging for mercy: "Sister Xue, my sister Hong Lianxue shouts, spare Fat Tiger! I will never dare to do it again. If I don't listen to you next time, I will be punished that I will not be able to eat big chicken legs!"

"Boy, I want to have a next time? If you can't eat big chicken legs, you can still eat small chicken legs, right? I tell you that there will be another next time, I will cut your eggs with my own hands!" Hong Lianxue spat and let go of her hand, "Have you eaten? Go to the kitchen with me and leave a braised chicken leg for you."

Fat Tiger was overjoyed and immediately said with a bitter face: "Sister Xue, please put a food box for me to take away the chicken leg meal. I have something urgent to do."

"Hey, the sun came out from the west today? What's more urgent than eating chicken legs?" Hong Lianxue looked at Fat Tiger suspiciously, and glanced at Zhi Shuzhen, and her beautiful eyes were slightly cold, "Fat Tiger, what's going on?"

Fat Tiger avoided Hong Lianxue's gaze with guilt: "This... this is the little fat sheep I caught. I plan to... train and train. Sister Xue, aren't you short of staff? I'll train him and I'll send it to you."

Hong Lianxue stared at Fat Tiger for a while, sneered, and raised her fingers to Zhi Shuzhen's chin: "Raise your head and show me."

Zhi Hun looked up with a dull head, and the beautiful woman was tall and tall with a golden step swaying in her eyes. Her phoenix eyes were slender and charming as if she had a hook. She was wearing a peach-colored silk dress with golden bees and butterflies playing with flowers, wrapped in a mandarin duck plays with water, revealing half a white and fat-like plump crispy ball.

"The eyes are quite spiritual." Hong Lianxue gently scraped Zhi Shizhen's chin with her nails coated with impotence juice. A small piece of mud fell down, revealing her white jade-like skin color. She glanced quietly: "I'm still working, so I'll stay with me and be a turtle slave."

"Ah?" Fat Tiger was stunned, "This is not OK, Sister Xue, I..."

"Don't you want to give him to me? You're farting when you speak?" Hong Lianxue raised her fingers lightly, her nails were like sharp blades, and she easily cut the ropes of tied and hunting. "Otherwise, I have to sell him to Wang Po's bun shop."

"Sister Xue! My good sister Xue! Don't!" Fat Tiger's fat face turned red, and beads of sweat that were as big as beans appeared on his forehead. "Sister Xue, if you... do whatever you want, I will never listen to you again! I take it seriously!"

Hong Lianxue looked at him calmly for a moment, laughing, and her charming look was full of charm. "Huzi, you have grown up and have your own idea." She touched Fat Tiger's hair and whispered, "How happy would you be if your mother was still alive. Okay, go and he stayed." At the last sentence, her tone was firm, revealing the cold and coldness of the blade.

"Sister Xue!" Fat Tiger looked at Zhi Shouzhen like a cry for help. The young man said nothing and followed the beautiful woman into the brightly lit building without saying a word.
Chapter completed!