At the entrance of the ruins, a large number of people from the Ancient Netherworld Sect gathered here. Some of the young disciples looked nervous and expectant, while the older cultivators were mostly expressionless. In their opinion, it would be good if one or two of the cultivators who went in could come out alive.
And even if they came out alive, there might not be any gains. It was not that they looked down on those rogue cultivators, but before this, many disciples of the Blood Demon Sect had died in there. Even an outer clan elder who was at the peak of the Great Vehicle Stage had died!
"Senior Brother, do you think this group of people can really bring out good news?" A woman in her thirties looked at the entrance of the ruins and frowned slightly, with some expectation on her face.
"Good news? Haha, Junior Sister, this is the first time you went out of the sect to carry out such a task, right? " A tall and thin man smiled when he heard this. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the flat chest of this good-looking young woman and sighed deeply, "To be able to walk out alive … is already considered a small miracle."
"Ah? Then … then that group of people just now, isn't it equivalent to courting death? "The young woman widened her eyes and looked at the tall and thin man," Don't they understand? "
"People die for wealth, and birds die for food. Junior Sister, you have been in the sect for a long time and hold a high position … "The tall and thin man smiled frankly," There is never a lack of resources, so you naturally don't understand the hardships of the rogue cultivators. Those people can even betray their own fathers, kill their brothers, and even give away their sisters for a little bit of resources … "
The young woman's face showed a look of disbelief, and she murmured, "How could this be?"
The tall and thin man said faintly, "So, there has never been a lack of such suicidal missions in the ruins. Even if those rogue cultivators know that the ruins are extremely dangerous, as long as they are cultivators with ambition, they will almost never let go of such an opportunity. "
The young woman showed some sympathy on her face and said, "They are so pitiful!"
"Yes, compared to Junior Sister, it's like heaven and earth." The tall and thin man smiled.
The young woman frowned slightly, as if she was unwilling to talk about this issue. She changed the topic and said, "Since it is almost impossible for these people to come back alive, and even if they come back, it is unlikely that they will bring out anything, then why should we?"
The lanky man glanced at her. "There will always be such a lucky person."
This sentence was said casually, but if one thought about it carefully, one could clearly feel the coldness and bloodthirstiness contained in these words.
That's right, there's always that lucky person!
But the problem was, how many lives would be sacrificed … in order to fill that lucky one?
The lanky man obviously didn't care about this problem!
The reason why he was so polite to this young woman was not because they were from the same sect. A mere Original Soul Stage cultivator. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't even look at them. But this young woman was different!
It was said that she was the woman of a powerful elder in the Ancient Netherworld Sect. She seemed to have come here for a sightseeing tour, but in fact, she was secretly supervising on behalf of that elder. Therefore, the lanky man did not dare to show any disrespect to her. However, his status in the Ancient Nether Sect was not considered low, and he was also the favorite of another powerful Elder. Thus, there was no need for him to fawn over this young woman.
At this moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the space at the entrance of the ruins.
The young woman said with some excitement, "Someone is coming out!"
The lanky man and the others showed a bit of surprise on their faces. The lanky man's face revealed a somewhat strange expression as he murmured, "How could they come out so soon?"
In their opinion, those rogue cultivators who went in would be considered fast if they could come out after three days. Since those rogue cultivators dared to go in, to a certain extent, they had already disregarded their life and death. Given the greedy nature of those people, how could they easily leave without turning over every place they could?
"Could it be someone who is afraid of death?" A disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect next to the lanky man said.
"Probably not." Another member of the Netherworld Ancient Sect said, "There must be something good in this relic. Those rogue cultivators have never seen the world before. If they don't dig three feet into the ground, they definitely won't be willing to come out!"
"That's right." The lanky man nodded, then stared at the exit.
The ripples at the exit of the ruins continued to expand, like the calm surface of a lake being blown by the wind, the ripples became more and more obvious. Finally, a somewhat thin but very tall figure came out of it.
The young woman looked at the person who came out without blinking, a strange light flashed in the depths of her eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she thought to herself, "What a handsome young man!"
The lanky man and the others stared at Chu Mo who came out. A disciple next to him walked directly up, looked at Chu Mo and said, "Not bad, you came out so soon? What did you gain? "
Chu Mo shook his head, "Nothing, it was not fun at all."
"…" The disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect was immediately stunned, frowning at Chu Mo, "Fun?"
"Yes!" Chu Mo said with a matter-of-fact expression, "It was too dangerous inside, those people were all dead, it was not fun, I was afraid of death, so I came out."
"All dead?" The lanky man was stunned, a look of regret on his face. Although he had expected such a result before, it was inevitable that he would be disappointed. He immediately waved his hand with flagging interest, "Forget it, let's check his Storage Ring, if there is no problem, let him leave here."
The lanky man said, then turned around and left with a gloomy face. He had no interest in staying here for a while, not even bothering to greet the young woman, anyway, nothing would happen.
As soon as the lanky man left, the disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect looked at Chu Mo condescendingly and said with a look of disgust, "Open your Storage Ring, you can get out after I check it!" He couldn't help muttering, "What a waste …"
Chu Mo's eyes flashed, but he did not say anything and directly opened the Storage Ring.
The disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect glanced at it, then whispered sinisterly, "You dare to lie?"
"Lie?" Chu Mo was slightly startled, then looked at the undisguised greed in the eyes of the disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect, and suddenly understood. "I didn't lie," he said lightly.
"You still dare to say that you didn't lie? When you went in, there was only a worn-out medicinal herb in the ring, what's going on with these things now? "The disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect looked Coldly at Chu Mo.
Chu Mo laughed involuntarily, he actually did not take the things in this ring seriously at all. They were all low-grade items. Under normal circumstances, a disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect would not be interested in them. But for some reason, the person in front of him seemed to have the idea of occupying them.
"There was a registration before going in." Chu Mo looked calmly at the disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect.
"Registration?" The disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect directly took out the registration book from another person's hand, casually tore it into pieces. Then he raised his hand … Pieces of paper fluttered like butterflies, flying all over the sky.
"Not anymore." The disciple of the Ancient Nether Sect said.
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