We agreed to practice martial arts, why the hell can you explode stars with one punch?

The two demons held the old man's middle finger in their mouths, chewing it carefully and sucking it slowly, as if there were endless delicacies in it.

They chatted.

While leaving.

While lamenting the deliciousness of human beings.

He also lamented the fatigue of collecting the corpses.

Qin Feng silently watched the two demons walking out of the alley and leaving.

The light from the upper city stretched and distorted the figures of the two monsters, making them indescribable. The two rows of leaning dangerous buildings were shrouded in this indescribable shadow, making them look so humble and small.

The tenants in the dilapidated building are having a sweet dream.

Completely unaware.

The two monsters outside could easily kill them.

The two demons collected the corpses and left.

But it doesn't mean they don't want to eat people.

They just know...

The human beings in these two dangerous buildings are all crops that are in urgent need of harvest. Where is the destination of the crops? Inevitably, absolutely...it can only be the granary, and the mouths and bellies of the monsters one after another.

"This damn city..."

"Damn up town..."

"Damn...demon..."

Qin Feng couldn't help but clenched his fists.

But he had to slowly let go.

He didn't expect that.

About Xia Qingchuan.

There is actually a secret past story about a "demon-killing weapon".

Xia Qingchuan's gentle and shy smile came to mind. He could not imagine what kind of mentality and determination Xia Qingchuan had in the past, planning to popularize "demon-killing weapons" in the lower city. It is intended to awaken the resistance in the hearts of downtown people.

but……

The people in the lower city have been kneeling for too long.

When they had the chance to stand up, the first thing they did was to point their guns at themselves.

"The people from the upper city are certainly hateful."

"But the people from Xiacheng...can they really be the ones who can afford it?"

Qin Feng shook his head.

Throw away the distracting thoughts from your mind.

No matter what.

He is not Xia Qingchuan.

Not that noble either.

What he values ​​most now is improving his strength and becoming a powerful warrior.

In this world of cannibalism.

Only strength.

It is eternity!

"Continue to collect the demon god's dead eggs."

"By the way, according to what the banshee said, dead eggs that have completely lost their activity can be made into a 'demon-killing weapon', but the formula for the weapon has been lost."

"But in the underground base, maybe I can find this lost formula from Xia Qingchuan's many notes?"

Qin Feng had no intention of popularizing demon-killing weapons.

He wanted to use it for himself.

If one day you encounter a demon that you can't deal with, this demon-killing weapon can be used as a trump card.

…

after an hour.

It is now nearly two o'clock in the morning.

Whether they are beside the street, in the alley, or in the garbage dump, most of the corpses of patients with dyslexia are scattered, one in the east and one in the west.

But a little adds up.

The number is quite a lot.

At present, Qin Feng has collected thirty-six dead demon eggs.

And twenty-two useless dead eggs that have completely lost their activity.

For convenience of distinction.

Qin Feng simply renamed it "Egg of Corruption".

This "corruption egg" will automatically decay and decompose after a period of time, emitting a strange fishy smell. Qin Feng does not intend to use it to feed the Dragon Essence Ginseng Fruit.

He had previously left a secret body in the underground base.

As early as an hour ago.

He has already consciously controlled his hidden body to quickly read through Xia Qingchuan's leftover notes, but he hasn't gained much yet, and he hasn't found the formula for the "demon-killing weapon" yet.

"Ahead is the funeral parlor in Bailang District. Tsk, it's just as I thought. It's really full of demonic aura. The air is full of the special 'sultry' smell of demons."

Qin Feng activated the "hidden" skill with all his strength.

Looking at a building ahead from a distance.

The building was built in the ancient style of hot summer.

In the memory of the fox demon, the trial court was also full of the ancient style of hot summer. It seemed that the demons in Canglang City liked this style very much.

However, although Bailang Funeral Home has an ancient feel, it overall gives people a very new feeling.

Obviously routine maintenance and repairs.

It looks rich at first glance.

The living conditions of Bailang Funeral Home seem to surpass the residences of most people in the lower city. It is estimated that they are not even comparable to the mansion of Boss Liu of the Rising Sun Behemoth Factory.

"The Bailang Funeral Home is a demon stronghold. On the surface, it seems that it is not strictly guarded. There is not even a security guard at the door."

Qin Feng observed carefully.

There were some doubts at first.

But then I figured it out.

What city dweller who doesn't have a good eye would sneak into this funeral parlor without any problem?

Huh?

Why do you feel like you are scolding yourself?

Ahem...

All in all, most people would definitely avoid this funeral parlor. If you want to turn this place into a stronghold, you don't have to worry about anyone coming to cause trouble. Naturally, there is no need to set up any guards.

"Go in and have a look."

Qin Feng observed several more times.

Make sure there's no threat.

There is no demonic power to protect it.

He first left a hidden body far away as an anchor point to ensure that he could move back anytime and anywhere.

Immediately activate the "hidden" skill at full strength.

Step into the funeral home.

"Hiss...it's so cold!"

The temperature in the funeral home dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant. It was already a cold winter season, but the temperature in the funeral home was even lower, like an ice cellar.

"Did you use some special means to reduce the temperature on a large scale?"

"After all, if you want to preserve human corpses as 'food', you must keep it at a low temperature, otherwise it will rot quickly."

Qin Feng walked around quickly.

He found that there were no people in the funeral home.

Even...

There was not even a corpse.

"There is no corpse?"

Qin Feng frowned.

But then he seemed to realize something:

"Could it be that it is not stored in the material layer, but in... the inner world of the etheric layer?"

His heart moved.

There seemed to be a strange charm in his steps, and he took a light step forward.

Buzz!

Space in the eyes.

It was like a ripple.

The next moment, the scenery in the Bailang Funeral Home suddenly changed, revealing a pale and sad world.

Click!

Click!

There seemed to be raindrops falling from the sky.

It fell on Qin Feng's forehead.

"Hmm?"

Qin Feng touched it, his pupils shrank slightly, "Is it blood?"

The red raindrops seeped out from the ceiling and kept dripping. The funeral home in the other world still looked like a funeral home, but the temperature had not only dropped several degrees, but the entire building was actually filled with snow.

The snow was soaked with blood-like droplets.

It was a bit dazzling and shrill.

"This doesn't seem to be blood, and there is no special bloody smell. Instead... it smells like a chemical reagent. Is it some kind of antiseptic chemical liquid?"

Qin Feng sniffed it.

It was very pungent.

He couldn't help but frown.

He looked up at the ceiling:

"These blood-like preservative chemicals are seeping out from the ceiling. Is there something perishable in this ceiling?"

"Also, why is the etheric layer of the Bailang Funeral Home full of snow? Even if the temperature is cold, it is inside a building after all. Can it snow indoors?"

Just when he was feeling strange.

Qin Feng's eyes moved.

Seemed to notice something.

His figure flashed.

Hidden deeper.

At the same time.

The sound of a cart sounded.

"Creaky..."

"Creaky..."

The cart seemed to be very old, making a harsh and piercing friction sound. In Qin Feng's field of vision, he saw a figure pushing a cart specially used for pushing corpses slowly.

The cart was covered with white cloth, and it seemed to be placed with something, a bit like the outline of a person.

But the outline of this person was a bit small.

And behind the cart.

In addition to the figure of the cart.

There was also a tall figure with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a black dress with a white apron on the outside. He looked like a woman with a high bun.

While walking.

The woman suddenly said:

"Please remember, we are going to meet an officer in the human Yanxia warrior army. Although this officer has been beheaded and his body has been destroyed, he still has strong vitality."

"Don't get close easily."

"The last little demon like you was eaten by the human warrior officer because he got too close. Remember, don't get close. Do you hear me?"

The little demon pushing the cart nodded:

"I heard you clearly."

"But..."

"Aren't we demons usually the ones who eat humans? Why is it the other way around now, with humans eating demons?"