Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 72

  Chapter 72 The Ground Mice of the Sludge Club

   On the day when Ren Qing and the jailer met, the long-lasting dry heat was suddenly swept away by the coolness, and the slightest rain fell.

  Ren Qing left the yamen early in the morning and headed towards the south of the city.

   He noticed that there were far fewer blood dog gangs on the streets, and only outside the Hualou Casino would specially send people to follow them.

   It can be seen that the matter of the Sludge Club is secretly fermenting.

  Although Ren Qing didn't know the specific situation, the half-corpse cultivator died for no reason, and the strange object still disappeared, which is definitely not an accident that can be explained clearly.

  When the jailer intervened in the investigation, the Blood Dog Gang and other gangs tacitly chose to stop.

   If the gangs in Sanxiang City wanted to survive better, the first thing they could not offend was the jailer.

  Ren Qing walked slowly to the south of the city, the surrounding environment became a lot dirty, and there were some beggars with no fixed place lying on the street.

  Compared with the rest of the city, the south of the city is more mixed, with gangs large and small in almost every street.

  These gangs do not involve magic, and the number of people varies from a dozen to hundreds.

The    Sludge Club is not actually a gang in the south of the city. It is distributed in various urban areas, and it is said that it likes to hide in corners.

   Not long after Ren Qing entered the south of the city, he attracted the attention of others, causing some sneaky figures to follow.

   They all have yellow faces and thin skin, and they are afraid of the big Miao Dao behind Ren Qing if they don't approach them, so they just look at them with their eyes.

   The sound of swallowing saliva can be vaguely heard.

  Ren Qing showed no mercy, and a trace of killing intent was brewing in his heart.

   He knew that as long as he showed a little flaw, these hyenas would swarm him.

  Ren Qing continued to go to the depths of the south of the city.

  The streets have gradually become lively, with various stalls on both sides, and the prices are generally much cheaper than other urban areas.

   should have something to do with the gang receiving less money.

  Ren Qing followed the location indicated by the paper and walked to the suburb near the city wall, only to find a dilapidated wooden house.

   Seeing this, the muddled people quickly dispersed, their eyes filled with fear.

   Someone came here a few days ago.

  It is rumored that he saw a very terrifying ghost and **** at that time, and he was frightened, and he was seriously ill after returning.

  Ren Qing carefully inspected the vicinity and found no trace of the jailer.

   He had to wait patiently for a long time, but he didn't even have a wild dog.

  Ren Qing simply opened the door of the wooden house and stepped into it.

  The wooden house is piled with a lot of debris, exuding a weird and pungent smell.

   After Ren Qing was promoted to the ghost realm, his sense of smell became more sensitive, and he even analyzed the source of the smell.

   As a pyrotechnician, the rotten smell of the corpse will never be mistaken.

  Ren Qing's heavy pupils turned, and soon found a white bone that had been eaten by a mouse in the corner, and there was still a little flesh on it.

   He couldn't help frowning. Since the jailer put the assembly point here, there is absolutely nothing wrong, is there something else hidden?

  Ren Qing pondered for a moment.

   All the details in the house come to mind, even the dust.

   He quickly noticed the difference. There was an indistinct difference in the gaps between the connected wooden boards, which should have been moved not long ago.

After   Ren Qing stepped on it a few times, he immediately determined that there was a secret passage below.

   He removed the debris, and a huge wooden board was exposed on the ground, connected to a half-meter-sized tunnel.

  The stone walls in the tunnel are full of traces of rodents gnawing.

  In Ren Qing's view, it should have been excavated for a long time to form such a scale, as if thousands of mice were excavated little by little.

  Otherwise, there is no need for a jailer to block off the restricted area, and you can easily hollow out the mountain with some cultivators who practice Rat Infestation.

   There is probably still a similar hole in Sanxiang City.

   However, the underground caves are all extending to the outside of the city, not excavating into the city. It can be seen how much the jailer's hall is still clear.

   The jailer will never allow the gang to expand without permission.

  Ren Qing cautiously got into the hole, and closed the entrance again, and his eyes suddenly became pitch black.

  Because the space was too small, he had to crawl forward, but after walking a distance, he was able to bend over.

  Ren Qing originally thought that the air in this underground tunnel would be extremely turbid, but he did not expect the ventilation to be very good, and he could even feel the breeze blowing from everywhere.

   After walking for half an hour, he suddenly heard a small sound in the distance.

   He kept his footsteps as low as possible, and placed his right hand on the Damiao knife, and his legs showed signs of being a werewolf.

The    voice stopped abruptly, and it seemed that the other party also realized that someone was approaching.

  Ren Qing secretly scolded a few times, could it be that he made a mistake in the meeting place?

  Wait, how does this scene seem familiar.

   The black shadow rushed towards Ren Qing from the top of the stone wall, the speed was almost invisible to the naked eye, and there was no movement at all.

   In an instant, the shadow had stopped not far from him, and a long and narrow tongue shot out like an arrow from a bow.

   Tongue brushed past Ren Qing.

   Ren Qing said with a smile on his face: "It's been a long time since I saw you, Senior Huang, are you doing this again?"

   "Brother Ren, I happen to need a cultivator who can master eye pupil technique, so I recommend you."

   Huang Ziwan jumped off the stone wall with a complicated expression.

   If he read it right, Ren Qing instinctively moved to the side in advance when facing his own attack.

   And the entrance and exit of the underground cave is not easy to find, I thought it would take several hours for the other party, but I didn't expect it to be so fast.

   It's been a while since I saw each other, the strength has increased so obviously...

   It won't take long before you can be promoted to the ghost realm.

  Ren Qing asked curiously, "How could Sludge be attacked and killed in his own house?"

  Huang Ziwan took out a bottle of wine from his arms and poured it, "We're talking while walking, there's still some way to go from the body."

   He really didn't like staying in the cave, but the rat infestation definitely involved the virus, so he had to be sent here.

   "This time the situation is a bit complicated. The state of death of the corpse is extremely strange. The Jailor's Hall suspects that it is very involved."

  Ren Qing had noticed the strangeness. As the two gradually approached the accident site, the corpses of possums could be seen everywhere in the cave.

  The possums all have the same human face, their eyes widened in astonishment after death, and their bodies were anthropomorphic to varying degrees, and their teeth were dark green.

   Huang Ziwan saw this and reminded: "The rat corpses here all contain epidemic poison, and they will die if they touch it in the ghost environment."

  Ren Qing nodded and couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

   He has come into contact with the monks of the Rat Habitat. The possum's clone has a price, and it is impossible to continuously cast spells in this way.

   And with the alienation route of the Rat Mother, the plague virus shouldn't be so violent.

  The two cross the corner.

  Ren Qing couldn't help his pupils dilate.

  The corpses of possums are piled up like mountains, some of them have even completely turned into human beings, and they look exactly the same.

   Hmph, who would dare to say that the vice stomach is useless

   (end of this chapter)

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