Ning Qi's eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at Bu Shaofeng, "What is the store selling?"

Bu Shaofeng glanced at the 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 store did a despicable act. However, for the monks here, it is quite ordinary. All of the brains are made by human children aged one to two. The owner controls at least thousands of human women and gives birth to many children for them every year..." Bu Shaofeng whispered.

"Senior, there have been many monks who passed by the Dead City and couldn't see them and wanted to help those poor women. As a result, all of these monks disappeared in the Dead City without exception, without seeing anyone in the Dead City!"

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

In the shop, not only the monks from different races were cared for, but also the monks from human races were cared for. When they ate, they had a very enjoyable expression, as if they were tasting the delicious food in the world.

Ning Qi's divine thought instantly swept across the entire city of Dead. In addition to the scene in front of him, all kinds of tragic things happened in various places in the city of Dead. In the eyes of the monks of Dead, those ordinary mortals who have no cultivation can kill them like pigs.

"It's worthy of being the Dead Man City. This name is indeed not wrong, but there is a name that should be more suitable for this place... It should be called Hell on Earth."

Ning Qi murmured to himself lightly, then raised his foot to walk towards the shop. Bu Shaofeng and his sister were slightly stunned, and a premonition arose in their hearts.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Before Bu Shaofeng could catch up, Bu Qingshi had already followed Ning Qi first.

"Forget..." Bu Shaofeng smiled bitterly and followed.

"This young master, today's 'Tong Nail Soup' has been sold out, please come early tomorrow."

The owner thought Ning Qi was planning to come and taste the fresh ones, so he smiled and told Ning Qi.

"Are these my brains the same children's brain?"

Ning Qi looked at the shop owner and pointed at the clean licked heads and said.

When the owner heard this, his expression changed slightly, and a cold and stern look flashed in his eyes. He looked at Ning Qi with a smile and sneered: "I said who it is? It turns out that he is such an eye-opener. Boy, is this the first time you are here in the Dead Man City?

Do you think the Tongnao Decoction I made is so conscientious that I want to practice the way for heaven?

Hahaha, don’t forget, where is this place! Now the Japanese are very kind and reminding you that when you come to the Dead Man City, you must observe the rules of the Dead Man City. If you see the ‘live roasted man banquet’, you will know what the small business transactions in our store are calculated in the Dead Man City?”

After a pause, he suddenly stepped forward and snatched the Tongnao Tang in front of a monk. The monk showed a hint of anger on his face, and he looked at the owner and Ning Qi coldly.

Bang! The shop owner slapped the Tongnao Tang in front of Ning Qi and looked at Ning Qi sneeredly: "Come on, drink it, even if you have followed the rules of the Dead Man City, I will forgive you this time. Otherwise, someone will come to deal with a monk like you who does not understand the rules. More than one immortal king who died in the Dead Man City?"

Speaking of this, the owner's mouth raised slightly, his expression was extremely mocking.

A mere monk from Doudan realm dared to mock Ning Qi and the other two in this way. It can be imagined that the so-called rules of the Dead City made him full of confidence.

"This kind of place shouldn't exist."

Ning Qi smiled faintly, and a knife light flashed. The shop owner and the monk who was sucking the Tongnai Soup in the store were cut into several sections in an instant. The shop owner did not die on the spot. The broken head happened to roll down at Ning Qi's feet. He looked at Ning Qi in shock and anger and let out a leaking roar: "You dare to kill me in the Dead City! I am a local native! If you kill me, you can't escape!"

Wow, countless gazes came towards Ning Qi. The monks walking on the road stopped and looked at Ning Qi with different expressions.

Among these monks, the natives account for the majority, but some of them are monks passing through this place. Their eyes looked at Ning Qi were a little strange. In their opinion, although the Dead City was a little tyrannical and some things were very disgusting, what did the lives of a mere mortal?

There are countless mortals in this central continent. It is really unwise to destroy the rules of the Dead Man City for such mortals raised as pigs and sheep.

"I don't know which family they are, but the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers."

"You can only act on a bloody look, and you won't live long!"

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

An old man who exuded the aura of the Creator of the Four Tribulations, looked at Ning Qi with some appreciation. He also had a group of young monks around him, and his strength was generally between the Creator of the One Tribulation and the Creator of the Two Tribulations.

"Who is not open-minded, dares to break the rules of my Dead City?"

A roar came, and the monks on the road avoided each other. The entire street was centered on Ning Qi and the other three, and within a radius of a hundred feet, there was no one! "I can't escape anymore, can I worry about you?"

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

The black-robed monk exuded a faint aura of the Creator of a disaster. After landing, his eyes were locked in Ning Qi.

"Hey, Brother Chen Jiu, is it you?

Do you still remember me?

Haha, this is a misunderstanding. For my sake, why not forget it?"

When the old man saw the visitor, he immediately laughed and went up to meet him.

"Pu Yan?

Is this monk a child of your Pu family?”

After seeing the old man, the monk frowned slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

"The one who died was just a shop owner in the Doudan realm. Well, those diners were accidentally affected, but their cultivation was also very low. In your eyes, there were some elixirs in it. Please accept it with a smile, Brother Chen Jiu."

The old man smiled slightly, and instead of answering the words of the monk in black robe, he handed a leather bag to him.

Chen Jiu put away the leather bag without hesitation, then glanced at Ning Qi coldly, "I treat this matter today as a misunderstanding, but you can't stay in the Dead City, get out."

"Little brother, I have to bow my head under the eaves."

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

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

Jiuyan Daluo Palm! The fierce palm technique fell directly on Chen Jiu. In front of everyone, Chen Jiu, who was originally in full swing, turned into a pool of ashes in a blink of an eye.

"Old man, today I will wash the dead man's city. If you have nothing to do with the dead man's city, please watch the show later..." Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly.
Chapter completed!