Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

"This thing is a big pit."

After studying for a moment, Wu Chong saw something.

This box is also a pollutant!

He finally understood why he had been unable to open it before. This was a thing more terrifying than the night demon. He couldn't even deal with the night demon, so how could he deal with pollutants? However, this piece of contaminant was different from the oil lamp he had seen before and the green bottle he had used when he surrounded and killed Jiang Xiao. There was no trace of contamination on the surface and it looked just like an ordinary box. Even ordinary people will not be affected if they touch it.

After discovering this, Wu Chong felt that this thing was particularly hot.

Are any pollutants harmless?

This question is like ‘are there any wild beasts that don’t eat humans?’, the answer can be guessed without even thinking.

So what suppressed the source of this thing's pollution, and what was its purpose?

No matter which answer it is, it is a hot potato for Wu Chong. Others have been designing for so long, and if they find that their design has been destroyed, they will definitely come looking for it.

Wu Chong doesn't think he can deal with an existence that can suppress pollutants now.

Judging from the energy levels of monsters in this world, pollutants are monsters one level higher than Night Demon. He can't even deal with the Night Demon now. If he encounters a powerful person who can suppress pollutants, he will most likely be in trouble.

"Get rid of it quickly."

After discovering this, Wu Chong went out immediately.

After changing into the most common look among knights, he turned around and went to Fangshi.

Heifang City in Bailu City.

After hanging around here for so long, Wu Chong also roughly knows some tricks. After spending a little money, I found out about the largest black market in Bailu City - Ghost Market. After arriving at the connection point and passing some shady judgments, the guide took him to the top of a well.

"I won't give it away."

The guide said in a hoarse voice.

Compared to Wu Chong, the guide's attire was even more concealed. He was hunched over, wishing that his whole body was wrapped in black cloth, making it impossible to tell who he was.

But this is fine, this kind of place is the most convenient for handling hot things.

Go down the well.

Wu Chong stepped on the ground and discovered that there was a cave underneath the well.

The area is almost equivalent to a small independent space. This kind of craftsmanship does not look like something that ordinary forces can do. Maybe there is Penglai's power operating behind it. But it was just right for Wu Chong. The greater the power of the black market, the more it could help him avoid disasters. It didn't matter if the box wasn't opened before, but now that the box is open, the person behind him must have sensed it, and maybe he's already on his way over.

Before that, he must get rid of this thing, and then it will have nothing to do with him.

Wu Chong stood next to the black soil and waited for about ten minutes. An old man holding a bamboo raft rowed over from the mist.

"Ten taels of boat money."

There was a dim yellow oil lamp hanging on the bow of the old man's boat. Under the light, the whole man looked a little ferocious, especially his eyes, which gave the impression of a dead corpse.

"Let's go."

When Wu Chong came over, the people who led the way told him, so naturally they wouldn't cause trouble for such a small amount of money.

After paying the money, the bamboo raft moved under my feet.

The old man rowed very fast, and in a blink of an eye there was no trace of the black earth he had previously stood on, and both the man and the bamboo raft were lost in the mist. Wu Chong tried closing his eyes to sense, and found that the fog actually had the effect of isolating perception. Even if he combined the three skills into one, he could only sense a distance of about five meters, let alone the water under his feet. It's like an insulator, and it's completely impossible to see through what's inside.

"It's better for the guests not to look around."

The old man rowing behind suddenly spoke.

"A ghost market has its own rules. Knowing too much is not a good thing sometimes."

"What are the specific rules? I wonder if the old man can tell me."

Wu Chong took out a silver note worth one hundred taels.

Money can make the world go round.

He didn't believe that he couldn't get any useful information for ten times the ship's price.

"I can't say it, I can't say it."

The old man grinned, and the fog became lighter at this time.

Wu Chong, who was standing at the bow of the boat, had his pupils shrink slightly.

Who is this rower?

It was clearly a piece of wood covered in human skin. From the damaged forehead, he could still see the gears rotating inside.

Was this what was talking to me just now?

"Sorry, the skin fell off. Didn't you scare the guests?"

The old man rowing seemed to have noticed it, so he just reached out and took out a piece of skin, stuck it on the damaged area like a plaster, and then continued rowing.

"It doesn't matter."

Wu Chong turned around, feeling a little interested in this ghost market he had heard about for the first time.

The old man rowing the boat was not a human being at all.

But it's not a night demon, let alone a pollutant, but something he has never been exposed to before. This is a product that can only be found in the world below the sun. Since he came to this world, all the people and forces he has come into contact with, including those enemies, all live on the sun side. This 'yang' is an adjective, and correspondingly, this world also has a 'yin' side that ordinary people don't know about.

This place is inaccessible to ordinary people. Wu Chong also relied on Lao Wangtou's sign to find the guide. There seems to be some way to consume favors. But it didn't matter to Wu Chong. He owed old Wangtou more than one or two favors. At worst, he would provide for the old man until his death.

There was silence on the ship.

The speed of the bamboo raft is getting faster and faster, but there is no difference between standing on the boat and on the flat ground, and I can't feel the slightest bump.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly the bamboo raft trembled.

"Guest, we've arrived."

The old man rowing behind him spoke again.

Wu Chong lowered his head and looked forward, and found that there was an extra road under his feet, a black path that was exactly the same as the black land before.

After landing on the shore, the bamboo raft behind me quickly disappeared, and soon it disappeared, leaving only a foggy gray sea behind.

No source is known, no end in sight.

After walking along the path for about five or six minutes, the fog suddenly dispersed.

A street appeared in front of Wu Chong.

There is actually a complete street under the dry well in Bailu City!

"Sir, do you want to buy some crops?"

As soon as Wu Chong entered the street, someone came over to say hello. What he was selling was the 'crops' he had seen at Mr. Yue's house before.

Behind this man, seven or eight large iron cages were filled with people.

There are also a few thugs who are dealing with the "crops" that have starved to death, throwing them away casually, just like throwing away garbage.

"We have dedicated personnel to clean up the malnourished weeds."

Sensing Wu Chong's gaze, the man hurriedly introduced.

Wu Chong ignored this person and continued walking along the street. In the process, the demonic power on his body emerged little by little, shrouding his clothes, making him look exactly like other people visiting the ghost market. Nothing special anymore.