Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Don't blame me, sir. I am also worried about what will happen in the underground blood market. Such a secret passage was only recently unearthed."

The blood market supervisor said to Zhang Yifeng with a pale face.

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.

This guy actually thought about it a lot, and it was probably the tragic situation that happened in the underground blood market in Golden Phoenix City that made this guy wary.

I don’t want to have something as miserable as the underground blood market in Jinfeng City happen to me.

However, people in the Shell organization are not all people with bad brains who risk their lives in front of their so-called righteousness. Why is this guy so afraid of death now?

Zhang Yifeng was surprised, but there was no unnecessary expression on his face.

"No matter what, the underground blood market in Jinfeng City was indeed slaughtered due to the organization's regulations. It is indeed reasonable for you to do so. But from now on, except for you and me, please don't tell anyone else about this secret passage."

"Unless it's really a life-and-death moment and we can lead people to escape from the underground blood market, we must not leak the existence of this secret passage."

After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, he took a deep look at the Blood Market Supervisor. Hearing this, the Blood Market Supervisor breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly saluted Zhang Yifeng.

"Thank you, Sir Inspector, for your understanding. I will definitely not tell anyone about this secret passage!"

After the blood market supervisor finished speaking, he immediately changed the subject and raised his hand to signal Zhang Yifeng to follow him to the place where Lord Ji Jiang was imprisoned.

"Sir Inspector, please come with me."

Following the director of the blood market, twisting and turning along the way, he finally came to the entrance of a ruined temple.

Looking at the ruined temple, Zhang Yifeng's eyes flashed with surprise. The appearance of the ruined temple seemed to be exactly the same as what the restaurant owner described.

With a slight change of mind, Zhang Yifeng followed the blood market manager and walked into the ruined temple.

"This is where City Lord Ji Jiang is imprisoned? Why is it so dilapidated?"

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and asked the blood market supervisor.

"Hey, sir, we are reporting to the Inspection Envoy. We are doing this to prevent anyone from finding out that City Lord Ji Jiang is being held captive by us. Previously, many teams of monks searching for City Lord Ji Jiang's whereabouts passed by, but they all took one look and left. In addition, our shell organization's hiding methods are extremely clever, so it is impossible for anyone to discover the Lord of Jijiang City who is imprisoned here. "

The Blood Market Supervisor said with a proud look on his face, and then an idea flashed in the Blood Market Supervisor's mind.

As if he was deliberately showing off, the blood market supervisor grinned at Zhang Yifeng.

"By the way, Sir Inspector, there was a bystander when we ambushed Lord Jijiang. But don't worry, Sir, we have already dealt with this man. And some time ago, we found out that the depths of his memory seemed to tell the story. It’s been given to the second person, adults can rest assured, we have sent people to do the finishing work.”

The blood market manager licked his lips after speaking. His handling was flawless.

When he first captured the beggar back to the underground blood market, he vaguely sensed something was wrong and searched the man's memory carefully.

Sure enough, there was a memory hidden deep in his memory, which was the memory of telling the restaurant owner what happened in the ruined temple.

Zhang Yifeng's pupils shrank slightly after hearing what the blood market supervisor said. Sure enough, this matter can't be hidden for long.

His eyes sank slightly, and Zhang Yifeng immediately calmed down his expression, with a look of praise on his face.

"Well done, keep up the hard work, I can see your performance."

Zhang Yifeng said and patted the blood market supervisor on the shoulder.

Zhang Yifeng's encouragement undoubtedly brought great honor to the Blood Market Supervisor. Looking at Zhang Yifeng with a diligent look on his face, the Blood Market Supervisor temporarily forgot the purpose of his coming here.

Seeing that the blood market manager was only looking at him, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but cough slightly and glanced at the blood market manager with an unhappy expression.

The supervisor of the blood market was awakened by Zhang Yifeng's slight cough, and suddenly remembered the purpose of bringing Zhang Yifeng here.

"Don't be surprised, sir, because the little guy actually forgot something important."

The blood market supervisor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had just shown some achievements in front of the inspection envoy, but in the blink of an eye he was ruined.

Now the supervisor of the blood market wants to slap him in the face, but with Zhang Yifeng around, doing this suddenly may greatly reduce his weight in the eyes of the inspection envoy.

After thinking about it, the supervisor of the blood market decided not to talk nonsense next time and focus on taking the inspection envoy to see Lord Ji Jiang.

After walking a few steps to the dilapidated statue in the ruined temple, the supervisor of the blood market raised his hand and groped for a while on the stone platform below the statue.

After confirming the opening position of the mechanism, the blood market supervisor pressed it, and the stone platform was immediately divided into two, and a platform for placing tokens rose.

The supervisor of the blood market placed his supervisor token on it, and saw that the token was tightly attached to the platform.

The platform on which the token was placed retracted into the stone platform, and the stone slab next to the statue made a clicking sound at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, a passage leading underground appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

"Inspection envoy, please come in. Below is where City Lord Ji Jiang is being imprisoned."

Zhang Yifeng nodded slightly and stepped down the tunnel, heading deeper.

The supervisor of the blood market was also following Zhang Yifeng. If it weren't for the rules, the supervisor of the blood market would have wanted to be ahead of Zhang Yifeng.

Of course, this is not because he wants to go beyond the rules, but because he is worried that the people below will be overwhelmed when they first see the inspection.

If he does something inappropriate, then he, as the director of the blood market, will probably end his job.

Fortunately, the distance between the blood market supervisor and Zhang Yifeng is not too far.

In addition, the tunnel was opened with the token of the Blood Market Supervisor, and the monks of the Shell Organization who were responsible for guarding the Lord of Oshikijie deep underground had a clear look.

After a safe journey to the end of the tunnel, a mysterious iron gate blocked Zhang Yifeng's way.

Glancing at the blood market manager next to him, the blood market manager immediately stepped forward and pulled the handle on the black iron door.

After a while, a gap opened in the black iron door, and a shell organization monk observed Zhang Yifeng and the blood market supervisor through the gap in the black iron door.

After scanning Zhang Yifeng and the blood market manager with vigilant eyes for a while, the man behind the door asked the blood market manager in a low voice.

"Secret language?"

"Below Jijiang City, blood flowers bloomed."

The blood market manager responded to the secret words with a calm expression. The next moment, the black iron door opened gently, and the monk behind the door bowed to the blood market manager.

"I've seen the supervisor. Is the supervisor here to torture the Lord Jijiang?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask. Didn't I teach you?"

The blood market supervisor just looked at him coldly, then turned around and bowed to invite Zhang Yifeng behind the Xuantie Gate.