The Daily Life of the Immortal King

On Wei Zhi's side, after the interrogation ended, Wei Zhi called his friend from the apartment phone. This friend lives on the 17th floor of the apartment. With the short number function that every household in the apartment has, he can easily contact every resident in the apartment. It can be called a neighborhood without gaps.

But being able to find someone directly through the apartment's cornet proves that Wei Zhi's intimacy with his friend is absolutely extraordinary.

About three minutes after the call was made, a burly man who was very tightly wrapped went upstairs with sunglasses on his face. Although he was dressed a bit strangely, his strength was very good.

After the man entered the door, he glanced at the men in black who were tied up with five flowers, and a rude voice came through the man's mask: "Just these few people?"

"Hmm, sorry to bother you." Wei Zhi smiled.

Then, the burly man tacitly tied the five people into a pile, and dragged them away with a rope...

Erha; "This is?"

Wei Zhi said, "Xiao Gang."

Two clam: "..."

Wei Zhi: "I'm a good buddy, retired captain of the criminal police brigade, and I still have contact with the old department. It's definitely no problem to hand these guys over to him."

Erha: "Do you have another sister named Xiaoxia?"

Wei Zhi was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Two clam: "..."

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In a small urban area on the edge of Songhai City, this is a small town that is almost neglected.

The base of the witch hunt was established here.

When Wei Zhi brought Er Ha here, the faint smell of blood in the air made everyone and the dog frown. In order not to expose Er Ha, Wei Zhi put on a large travel bag and let Er Ha hide in it. Even if he was hiding in the bag full of leather smell, Er Ha could smell the fishy smell in the air—— This is the blood of spirit beasts, there is absolutely nothing wrong.

This is just a small town, but it has obviously been fully utilized by the Demon Hunting Society and has become a true spirit beast slaughterhouse.

The plan he discussed with Erha was to first find a way to sneak in to find out the details, and then find an opportunity to take this group of people out of the pot!

Wei Zhi walked through the street with a big bag on his back. From the surface, the whole street was very clean, and there was no heresy.

However, the smell in the air couldn't be concealed, and perhaps ordinary monks couldn't smell it, but for a professional pet trainer like Wei Zhi, who was particularly sensitive to breath capture, the smell was too exciting.

Wei Zhi casually walked to a store that sold buns, but Wei Zhi knew something was wrong when he smelled the meat in the buns.

The owner of the store is a fat man weighing 300 pounds. When he moved his body, it seemed that the ground was shaking.

"This handsome brother, do you want to eat buns?" The boss opened the steamer and looked at Wei Zhi.

Wei Zhi exhaled calmly and said only three words: "I have the goods."

The boss glanced at Wei Zhi: "The Heavenly King Gai Dihu!"

"Pagoda Town River Demon!" Wei Zhi replied quickly.

The boss said again: "The crispy roast duck is good!"

Wei Zhi: "Sweet and sour tenderloin roast!"

Two clam: "..."

This is a string of secret codes from the Demon Hunting Club, and it was also specially asked by Wei Zhi during the interrogation before.

After meeting the code, the fat boss then turned off the fire of the steamer, looked at him with a smile on his face, and made a request to the next station: "Brother, please come inside."

Following the lead of the steamed bun shop owner, Wei Zhi felt that the smell of blood in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

Through the secret passage of this bun shop, Wei Zhi came to a hidden backstreet, and the scene in front of him shocked him.

Here, is the true face of this town.

The walls on both sides of the back street are stacked high, and along both sides of the street are only some pet dealers who are selling, and the whole street is full of fishy smell. Wei Zhi could see that there were many cages made of black iron placed on the ground. There were all kinds of spirit beasts, cats, dogs, foxes... Most of these spirit beasts were captured by the people of the Demon Hunting Society.

Some spirit beasts also have collars with the names of their owners engraved on them.

Some of the spirit beasts locked in the iron cage were covered in bruises and bruises, and they were already on the verge of dying.

Seeing Wei Zhi's expression, the shop owner smiled indifferently: "Looking at the appearance, the little brother should have just joined the club, no wonder. Most of the newcomers don't vomit every time they pass by this street. Even a miracle."

"Have you seen these seriously injured little guys?" The shop owner pointed to the injured spirit beasts in cages by the roadside: "These guys were injured because they refused to break the contract."

Wei Zhi didn't speak, just listened to the shop owner continue to speak.

"Although there is an enchantment here, but because I am worried that the owner of the spirit beast will find it here, the contract will be cancelled when the spirit beast is sent here." The shop owner laughed: "But considering the high loyalty of some spirit beasts, If you don’t want to cancel the contract, then you can only force it.”

"So...are they seriously injured?" Wei Zhi tried his best to keep his voice from trembling.

"Usually, only the spirit beasts in the dying state can easily get involved in the contractual relationship by a third party." The store owner said very lightly: "Those with pure blood will pay for medical treatment. As for the low-quality ones..."

Having said that, the boss backhanded and pointed back at the location of the previous steamed bun shop: "It's all delivered to my shop."

While talking, the owner of the steamed bun shop has introduced Wei Zhi into the depths of the backstreet.

Wei Zhi found that the spirit beasts caught here are divided into regions according to their grades. Those spirit beasts at the street entrance are actually not of high grade, but as he went deeper, Wei Zhi seemed to have discovered many spirit beasts of the national protection level.

These spirit beasts are housed in exquisite cages, with dull eyes, as if they were fed something like an "obedience potion" and obeyed the seller's demands.

Finally, the boss stopped in front of a wooden house: "new brother, I led you here. There is someone you are looking for in this house."

Wei Zhi nodded and walked in with a large bag on his back. There were not many people in the wooden house, but they all had the marks of the Demon Hunting Society on their bodies. Judging from their breath, these people should be some of the core members of the Demon Hunting Society.

This wooden house is not a formal trading place, but a tea room, I am afraid it is specially used for business talks.

After looking around for a while, a man who looked to be in his fifties asked Wei Zhi, "Little brother, are you here to buy or sell?"

The man was wearing a black apron with a cigarette in each ear, and looked like a butcher.

"I want to sell a spirit dog." Wei Zhi narrowed his eyes, found a place to sit down, and put the large travel bag behind him on his lap.

This group of people has a very sensitive sense of smell. Ever since Wei Zhi entered the door, they have been staring at the travel bag.

"Oh? What kind?"

"Akita."

Wei Zhi opened the travel bag, and then directly lifted Erha with Erha's fat face - it feels so good!

"Akita?"

The group of people were stunned when they heard it, because they all knew that Akita did not belong to the ranks of spiritual dogs.

After a while, the uncle who looked like a butcher spoke again, his eyes fixed on Er Ha: "This is... a hybrid?"

Wei Zhi: "..."

Erha: "You! Look! What!"

The uncle was horrified: "It's still only from Dongbei!?"

Two clam: "..."