True Immortal of the Netherworld

There are many shops in the market.

Exchanges between the Southern Region and the Northern Region bring huge business opportunities. There is an endless stream of people coming and going, and the difference between the Southern Territory and the Northern Territory can be roughly distinguished from the clothing.

The people of the Southern Region dress casually and plainly. They respect nature and often decorate it with beautiful bird feathers, domineering animal teeth, or unique green stones. Some people also like to have tribal totem tattoos carved on their arms.

The clothing of people from the Northern Territory highlights each person's beliefs, including Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and ghosts. They often show their identity through exquisite patterns of tattoos and embroidery.

A shop along the street has the words "Mian Cui Pavilion" written on the horizontal plaque at the front door.

The store specializes in selling Burmese green products from the southern region.

Because Burmese green is expensive, there are only a few customers in the store.

As a customer who was looking at the goods walked out of the store, there was only one shopkeeper and two young clerks left in the store.

The shopkeeper wore a coat cut from gold brocade and had a round figure.

He was not worried about his own business. He sat relaxedly on a wicker chair facing the door, holding a tea cup in one hand and watching the passers-by.

"The business that is being rushed is not business. If you don't open in three months, you will have to wait for a year if you open." The fat shopkeeper muttered his business experience to himself, and then took a sip of the tea in his hand.

The fat shopkeeper was wearing a gold satin coat, which shone gorgeously in the sunlight coming in from the door. The emerald green ring on his right thumb highlights his wealthy status.

After drinking enough tea, the fat shopkeeper simply closed his eyes and lay half-ly on the wicker chair, shaking slightly. After a while, he fell asleep slightly. The fat shopkeeper looked rich and comfortable, like a golden toad that attracts wealth.

The two young waiters saw that the shopkeeper was having a good time and did not bother him. The two stood behind the counter enjoying their leisure time, chatting quietly in secret.

"There's not much business today, and the shopkeeper will probably close early. A new gambling house has opened on the east end of this street. How about we brothers go and play a few games," said the tall waiter.

"I don't understand the stuff in the gambling house, but it's the same as the stone guessing in our Burmese Cui Shop. Nine times out of ten, you lose. It's better to go to the "Tingxiang Pavilion" to drink tea and listen to music." said the short waiter.

"Tingqu? Do you know what Gongshangjiao Zhengyu is? I think you are obsessed with the Wutong girl from "Tingxiang Tower". Don't pay attention. What you have earned from working for three years is not enough to hire Wutong. You can't even touch Miss Wutong's little finger while she's having a drink," the tall guy said lightly.

The short guy's face turned red and he said awkwardly: "You, what do you know? Miss Wutong and I are close friends. That day, Miss Wutong's eyes fell on me."

Hearing this, the tall boy chuckled, and then said: "Look, you have never seen a woman before. Miss Wutong probably glanced at everyone and never stayed on you for a moment. You are a poor man who walks barefoot and works hard." Make money and give flowers to the rich in the sedan chair."

The short guy's face turned red to the roots of his ears, "I, I'm at least satisfied."

...

There was no business in the shop, but the shopkeeper and the two waiters were leisurely and contented.

But beneath the ground of this Mian Cui Pavilion, there is an unknown darkroom.

In the dark room, two strange-looking middle-aged men sat across from a square table with serious expressions.

One of them had a black spiderweb-like pattern tattooed on the left half of his face, and the pupil of his left eye was located in the center of the spiderweb. One left eye moved quietly, like a black spider spinning a web for prey.

There was a person opposite, with a square face and an ordinary appearance. But the surface of his right hand, which he placed on the table, was covered with stubby dark green fuzz. His fingers spread out like a big dark green spider

The spider was lying on the table, as if it was about to jump up at any moment.

The man with spider veins on his face said: "The golden-eyed leopard guy is dead. He was buried in an unknown forest thirty miles away. His head was eaten by wild wolves. I added some soil on top. , even if it’s his destination.”

The man with black claws said: "Golden-eyed Leopard has always been cautious, and he has no enemies in this city. Have you found out? Who killed him?"

"As long as I want to know, there is nothing that I, "Ye Hu," can't find out. A few days ago, Golden Eyed Leopard and the Burmese green rough stone dealer named Black Dog have been doing stone guessing business in the night market. The night before yesterday, they cheated They met a young man from the Southern Territory, but the one who finally came into contact with them was a young man in green clothes from the Northern Territory. The person who killed the Golden Eyed Leopard was probably one of these two people. The rough stone dealer Black Dog has disappeared. In this city, they were probably scared away. The young man from the southern region and the young man in green from the northern region are still in this city. As for the cultivation level of these two people, they will not exceed the Black Hand Wolf. "Should we kill these two people and avenge the Golden Eyed Leopard?" The man who called himself Yehu said while clenching his fists.

"I told Golden Eyed Leopard a long time ago that guessing stones is not a good business. It can make other people bankrupt, and it can also cost him his own life. He guessed stones for twenty years, and he deserved his death. The three of us were still in "Spider" back then. When we were members of the Ghost Sect, we were brothers who lived together through life and death. Now that the Golden Eyed Leopard is dead, I feel very sad." As he said that, the man known as the "Black Hand Wolf" shed two lines of hot tears and let out a sob. The sound of sobbing.

The sound was a bit weird. It was said to be painful, but it was more like a wolf's cry, making the person who heard it feel uncomfortable.

The guy who called himself Ye Hu covered his ears with both hands: "Stop crying, you're crying so damn hard. If the golden-eyed leopard's soul comes back, it will be disgusted by your crying."

The Black Hand Wolf started crying more and more. Fortunately, the dark room was soundproof, otherwise it would have scared away people all over the street.

Ye Hu gave Black Hand Wolf a hard look, "Golden Eyed Leopard is dead. But a few days before he died, he told me a secret of his. He told me that he lent you fifty high-grade spiritual stones. You haven't paid it back to him yet? It's great now, since he's dead, you don't have to pay it back."

Black Hand Wolf's cry stopped suddenly, his eyes were flying, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Hahaha." Black Hand Wolf laughed, and the laughter was not very pleasant.

"When you say that, I'm very happy. Once the golden-eyed leopard dies, it's equivalent to me earning fifty high-grade spiritual stones." Black Hand Wolf's five green-haired fingers tapped happily on the surface of the table.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooota

Black Hand Wolf looked questioning: "Are you so sad? Three years ago, your brother was hacked to death, and you didn't even see you shed a tear."

"It's just because I haven't reached the point of being sad." Ye Hu covered his face with his hands and hesitated.

Black Hand Wolf's eyes widened and he pointed at Ye Hu, "You, you don't have any feelings for the golden-eyed leopard, do you? Why didn't I see it earlier? No wonder you found out the cause of the golden-eyed leopard's death. So thorough.”

Ye Hu stopped crying and took his hands off his face, tears still lingering.

"Bah. You gangster, don't talk nonsense. Although I, Ye Hu, am not greedy for women, I am even less interested in men."

"Why is that?" Black Hand Wolf was even more surprised.

"I'll tell you a secret." Ye Hu said with a mysterious face.

"Tell me." Mafia Wolf decisively punched his ears. Everyone wants to know secrets.

"I lent Golden Eyed Leopard fifty high-grade spiritual stones before." Halfway through his words, Yehu's tears fell again, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu He hasn't

Give it back to me. "

"This?" Black Hand Wolf blinked, "This is really a sad story, I sympathize with you."

"Tell me, should I kill those two people? If they hadn't killed the Golden-Eyed Leopard, would my fifty top-grade spiritual stones have been lost like this?" Ye Hu said fiercely.

"The person who can easily kill the Golden-Eyed Leopard is definitely not a simple person. If you go by yourself, you will be very risky."

"Let's go together."

"Why?"

"Because you owe the Golden-Eyed Leopard fifty high-grade spiritual stones, and the Golden-Eyed Leopard owes me fifty high-grade spiritual stones. That means you owe me fifty high-grade spiritual stones. So, you have to do this favor for me. "

"Let me think about it?" Black Hand Wolf hesitated, "We can't kill those two people now."

"Why?"

"Have you forgotten our mission? Calculating the time, Lord Shadow will send someone here to deliver goods in the next two days. If we delay the business, you and I will go underground to keep company with the Golden-Eyed Leopard."

"Then what should I do with my fifty high-grade spiritual stones?"

"Even if I owe you something, as long as I don't die, I will pay it back to you sooner or later."

"keep your word."

"A bad man's words are hard to catch."

Snapped!

The two simply high-fived.

...

On a remote street in Fang City, there are several shops under construction on both sides. Since they are not open yet, there is no one on the street.

A young boy from the Southern Region with big eyes was squatting alone on a street corner, holding an inconspicuous low-grade spiritual stone in his hand.

The low-grade spiritual stone is only the size of a fingernail, warm and shiny.

The big-eyed boy murmured: "All the spirit stones I brought from home have been lost. Only this small piece of low-grade spirit stone is left. I can't do anything. In one month, it will be my grandmother's birthday." Here we are. I originally wanted to buy a high-quality green Burmese emerald as a gift for her. In recent years, the tribe has become increasingly weak. In order to maintain the stability of the tribe, my grandmother sold her favorite green Burmese emerald. But it was the dowry of her youth."

The big-eyed boy held the small spirit stone in front of his eyes and blinked his big eyes. His long eyelashes were as beautiful as small fans.

The spiritual stone reflects colorful light, like a dream.

"Great God of the Tribe. If you can hear my voice, please give me a revelation. How can I exchange this small piece of low-grade spiritual stone for a piece of high-grade Burmese emerald?"

The sun is warm and silent.

The spiritual stone is bright and silent.

"Hey!" The big-eyed boy couldn't help but sigh, "Grandma is right. If you want to get something, you can only rely on your own efforts instead of praying for charity."

At this moment, the light in front of the big-eyed boy dimmed slightly. I saw a flash of green through the low-grade spiritual stone.

Could it be that the spiritual stone turned into emerald green?

The god of the tribe appears?

wrong.

The big-eyed boy jumped up and stood up from the ground.

On the ground in front of him, a green ivy sprouted out of thin air.

Green and green, like a treasure.

As soon as the green light faded, the green ivy turned into a handsome young man in green clothes.

The young man in green smiled slightly, and the sunlight reflected the golden light on his broken hair.

The young man in green cupped his fists and saluted, "I'm Xu Yang."

The big-eyed boy was stunned for a moment, then he imitated Xu Yang and cupped his fists and said, "I am Mai Xiaoqi."