Chapter 1686: Killing
Translator: Mr Voltaire Editor: Modlawls123
Ning Qi's expression slightly changed as he glanced at Bu Shaofeng. "What is that shop selling?"
Bu Shaofeng glanced at the shop with a trace of disgust in his eyes. Bu Qingshi was no exception.
"Senior, the cultivators here have all kinds of disgusting hobbies. In order to cater to this group of cultivators, the owner of this shop has done a heartless business. However, for the cultivators here, it is quite normal. The brains are all made from human children aged one to two years old. The shop owner controls at least a thousand human women and gives birth to many children every year …"
Bu Shaofeng said in a low voice.
"Senior, there were many cultivators who passed by the City of the Dead. They couldn't stand it and wanted to help those pitiful women. In the end, without exception, all of them disappeared in the City of the Dead. No one knew if they were alive or dead!"
Bu Qingshi suddenly looked at Ning Qi with her large eyes, a trace of anticipation in her eyes.
In the shop, there were not only foreign cultivators but also human cultivators. When they ate, their expressions were very enjoyable, as if they were tasting the delicacies of the world.
Ning Qi's divine sense instantly swept across the entire City of the Dead. Apart from the scene in front of him, all kinds of tragic things were happening in different parts of the City of the Dead at the same time. Those ordinary mortals without cultivation were like pigs in the eyes of the cultivators of the City of the Dead.
"As expected of the City of the Dead. This name is indeed correct. However, there is a name that should be more suitable for this place … This place should be called Hell on Earth."
Ning Qi lightly muttered to himself and then lifted his foot to walk towards the shop. Bu Shaofeng and his sister were slightly startled and a trace of premonition arose in their hearts.
A trace of hesitation flashed in their eyes. Before Bu Shaofeng could follow, Bu Qingshi had already taken the lead and followed Ning Qi.
"Forget it …"
Bu Shaofeng slightly smiled bitterly and followed.
"Young Master, today's' Children's Brain Soup 'has been sold out. Please come early tomorrow."
The shop owner thought that Ning Qi wanted to have a taste, so he said to Ning Qi with a smile.
"These, are these the brains of children of my clan?"
Ning Qi looked at the shop owner and pointed at the skulls that had been licked clean.
When the shopkeeper heard this, his expression changed slightly. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He looked at Ning Qi with a smile that wasn't a smile and sneered, "I was wondering who it was. It turns out to be this blind guy. Brat, is this your first time coming to the Dead City? Do you think that my soup for children's brain is so heartless that you want to enforce justice on behalf of the heavens? Hahaha, don't forget where this place is! Today, I'll be merciful and remind you that since you've come to the City of the Dead, you must abide by the rules of the City of the Dead. If you see the 'Human Roasted Alive Banquet', you'll know that this small business of mine is nothing in the City of the Dead. "
Pausing for a moment, he suddenly stepped forward and snatched a bowl of Children's Brain Soup from a cultivator. The cultivator's face revealed a trace of anger as he coldly stared at the shop owner and Ning Qi's group.
Pa!
The shop owner slapped the bowl of Children's Brain Soup in front of Ning Qi and looked at Ning Qi with a sneer, "Come, drink it and you will abide by the rules of the City of the Dead. I will forgive you this time. Otherwise, there will naturally be someone to deal with a cultivator like you who doesn't understand the rules. How many Immortal Kings have died in the City of the Dead?"
When he said this, the corner of the shop owner's mouth rose slightly and his expression was incomparably mocking.
A mere Dou Dan Realm cultivator dared to mock Ning Qi's group. One could imagine that the so-called rules of the City of the Dead made him full of confidence.
"This kind of place should not exist."
Ning Qi let out a faint smile. With a flash of the blade, the shopkeeper and the cultivator who was drinking the child's brain soup with relish were cut into several pieces in the blink of an eye. The shopkeeper didn't die on the spot, and his severed head just happened to fall at Ning Qi's feet. He looked at Ning Qi in shock and anger and let out a hoarse roar, "How dare you kill me in the City of the Dead! I'm a native! You won't be able to escape even if you kill me! "
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Countless gazes were cast in Ning Qi's direction. The cultivators who were walking on the road stopped and looked at Ning Qi with different expressions.
Among these cultivators, most of them were natives, but there was also a portion of cultivators who were passing by. They looked at Ning Qi with a slightly strange expression. In their opinion, although the City of the Dead was a little tyrannical and some things were very disgusting, what were the lives of mere mortals?
There were trillions of mortals in the Central Mainland. It was really unwise to break the rules of the City of the Dead for these mortals who were raised like pigs and sheep.
"I wonder which family's disciple is from. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger."
"You won't live long if you act with courage!"
"You have to think thrice before you act. However, I find this kid quite pleasing to the eye. Later, I will say a few good words for him and save his life!"
An old man emitting the aura of a Fourth Tribulation Creator looked at Ning Qi with some admiration. There was a group of young cultivators beside him, and their strength was generally between the First Tribulation Creator and the Second Tribulation Creator.
"Which idiot dares to break the rules of my City of the Dead?"
An angry roar sounded. The cultivators on the road all moved away. The entire street was empty with Ning Qi and the other two as the center!
"I can't escape. Do I need you to worry about me?"
Ning Qi looked at the head beside his feet mockingly and stepped on it lightly. Then, he looked at a cultivator in a black robe not far away from him.
This cultivator in a black robe emitted a faint aura of a First Tribulation Creator. After he landed, his eyes locked on Ning Qi.
"Eh, Brother Chen Jiu, is that you? Do you still remember me? Haha, this is a misunderstanding. For my sake, why don't you let it go? "
When the old man saw the newcomer, he immediately laughed out loud and went up to greet him.
"Pu Yan? Is this cultivator also a disciple of your Pu Family? "
When the cultivator in a black robe saw the old man, he frowned slightly and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"The one who died is merely a Dou Dan Realm shop owner. Oh, those few customers were accidentally implicated. However, their cultivation is very low. In our eyes, they are just like ants. There are some medicinal pills here. Brother Chen Jiu, please accept them." Chen Jiu smiled.
The old man smiled and did not answer the cultivator in a black robe. Instead, he handed a leather bag to him.
Chen Jiu kept the leather bag calmly and glanced at Ning Qi coldly. "Today's matter, I will treat it as a misunderstanding. However, you can't stay in the City of the Dead anymore. Get lost."
"Little brother, you have to lower your head when you are under someone else's roof."
The old man's voice rang in Ning Qi's ears.
Ning Qi smiled at him and waved his hand lightly.
Nine Flames Great Luo Palm!
The unyielding palm technique directly landed on Chen Jiu. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chen Jiu, who was originally arrogant, turned into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.
"Old man, today, I will wash the City of the Dead with blood. If you have nothing to do with the City of the Dead, please watch the show from the back …"
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