Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 51: A Tasteful Story
"That's not the case. Countless middlemen have already recommended killing you as their primary mission. It is said that on the day when the Kong family's bounty was announced, the brokerage fees from the various middlemen were almost equal to the amount spent in the past ten years. Old He almost burst into tears and remained silent for a long time."
"Is that all?" Wang Chen asked when he saw Lao He was silent.
"I heard that the Kong family launched a revenge against the penguin tribe. However, penguins are rare animals used to show cuteness among the monsters, and they are hunted by the entire monster tribe. Their whereabouts are erratic and secretive. The Kong family's masters didn't even find a single hair, let alone a group of penguins, so the matter was left unresolved."
When Lao He said this, he looked at Ximen Youqian.
Buzz!
Just as he said this, Wang Chen's demon card suddenly shook.
Putting spiritual consciousness into it, an ancient voice that seemed to come from the depths of time and space clearly appeared in the sea of spirituality.
"The trial is coming so soon?"
It was a message asking him to enter the Emperor's Mind Space to take part in the trial. After listening carefully, Wang Chen remembered the novice trial that Qinghong had just introduced.
“It should be safer.”
As he pondered, he nodded to Lao He and Qing Hong, who looked hopeless.
"Goodbye."
But I felt secretly amused in my heart.
Although he didn't mind the Duoheitang agency hunting him down, the expressions on their faces were really interesting.
Watching Wang Chen’s back as he left the Black Hall.
Qinghong's eyes were moist.
He never imagined that he had inexplicably helped Heitang turn down a huge business deal and lost at least several years' agency fees.
Just as he thought of this, a message came from the black ring on his finger.
Qinghong's body trembled, as if he had mustered up tremendous courage, and then he probed his spiritual sense into it.
He had just taken the time to report the situation here to the headquarters, and at this moment, it was the Black Hall headquarters' reply.
After reading carefully for a while, Qinghong frowned and looked at Lao He.
"What did the headquarters say?" asked Lao He.
"It's strange that the headquarters didn't blame us. Instead, they said that the rules are more important."
"Please don't add the word 'we'. You are the one who did this."
Old He was stunned, and at the same time heaved a sigh of relief, he keenly corrected Qinghong's intention to tie him up on the boat.
Bang!
At this moment, Qinghong suddenly slapped her thigh, scaring Lao He.
Could you please not be so startled at a time like this?
"I forgot to tell him..." Qinghong murmured.
"What?"
Old He was puzzled.
"I didn't tell him that when a newcomer enters a different dimension for the first time, although he won't be harmed by the creatures created by the Emperor's Mind, he may be targeted and killed by other trial participants!"
Qinghong rushed to the door and wanted to call Wang Chen's name, but suddenly froze.
In the originally empty underground city, shadowy figures appeared in the attics of various forces.
They looked at Wang Chen from a distance as if nothing had happened but with murderous intent, and walked towards the Emperor's Thought that was like a ball of light.
"Perhaps Jiang Yu will create the record for the fastest fall of a Black Hall butler, and we can be said to have witnessed the making of history." Old He shook his head and sighed.
Qinghong wanted to laugh, but couldn't.
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Before I knew it, a group of people were following me.
Wang Chen had already started to feel suspicious.
He suspected that these people had bad intentions, but a countdown to entering the Emperor's Mind Space appeared on his own demon card, and at this moment, there was very little time left.
In other words, if you cannot reach the designated location within the specified time, you will most likely be expelled instantly by Emperor Nian.
"Everyone here is better than me..."
Sensing the powerful demonic power fluctuations behind him, Wang Chen frowned.
These evil monsters come from the attic forces such as Meteor and Crazy Kill, which are obviously not good people.
Most demonic powers are equivalent to red fire.
There are a few who have demonic powers far greater than Chihuo.
"The situation is very dangerous." Wang Chen frowned.
But Qinghong once said that my life would not be in danger in the first trial, so he would not lie to me.
“After I finish the trial, I will go into seclusion immediately and strive to break through to the eighth Nirvana. Only then will I have the strength to gain a foothold on the fourth level.”
While thinking, Wang Chen approached Di Nian.
Looking closely at Emperor Nian, the light it emits is very soft.
Such a cold ball of light is reflected in the clear blue water, making people feel as if they are in the blue sky.
There is a blue sun in the sky and on the earth.
While looking at Di Nian, he suddenly felt that Di Nian seemed to be staring at him.
This feeling was like someone looking at him coldly with cold eyes.
"Just like being alive." Wang Chen thought to himself.
As the demon card trembled, a wave of energy enveloped his entire body.
This kind of energy was different from any real power or demonic power he had known before.
It is a higher-end form of energy.
Could this be the demonic form of the Demon Emperor?
"First trial, lethality level, 0." A message came from Emperor Nian.
Wang Chen was feeling it carefully, but suddenly he found that the scenery around him was slowly changing.
The scenery changed very quickly, and in an instant, a new outline appeared before my eyes.
“She’s coming!”
“She’s coming!”
A voice and a frightened figure suddenly became clearer and clearer in the sight, and they ran towards me in a hurry.
Wang Chen was confused, but he heard an old man sighing beside him.
"She has always been a revengeful person and has great martial arts skills. This time when she comes to Central Plains, I'm afraid she will massacre the martial arts world again."
Wang Chen looked around, but saw that it was a room with classical decorations. The room was very wide and there were nine people sitting in it, young, middle-aged and old.
Everyone was originally sitting on chairs, but when they heard the panicked message, they all stood up with shocked expressions on their faces.
The person who just spoke was an old man in brocade robes.
"You are talking about her, not him. Could it be that this devil who is feared by all the martial artists in the world is actually a woman ?"
A young man with an exaggeratedly square face stood up and looked surprised, his brows wrinkled into a bow!
Wang Chen was stunned when he saw the serious young man with bow-shaped eyebrows on his forehead.
The scene here instantly brought him back to the hilarious fight between the Qionghua Sect and Shi Xiong.
"Why can I hear the inner monologue of this guy with a brick-like head? Can this acting be more realistic?"
“Is there a difference in pronunciation between “she” and “he”?”
"How did you hear the female character?"
The people in the field obviously could not see Wang Chen's presence, and they only heard the old man sigh.
"A thousand years ago..."
"She was a child from the mountains, living with a big black dog. However, one day, bandits entered the mountains and saw her bathing in the lake. The bandits grinned and took advantage of her inattention to plot! How cruel! How inhumane..."
When Xiaoyao heard this, an expression of righteous indignation appeared on his face: "What a bunch of beasts!" he said in a crisp voice, and the only thing that came to his mind was the scene of the bandits' hideous grins and the girl helplessly entering the lake.
Having said this, the old man in brocade robe looked up to the sky and sighed, tears seemed to flow from the corners of his eyes.
"You know, this girl has never had any contact with people since she was a child. How could she know the wickedness of human nature? And these bandits actually stole the person who had accompanied her from childhood to adulthood, spring to autumn, for fifteen years..."
"Fifteen years!"
The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet.
"Those were a pair of socks I had worn for fifteen years! And they were stolen by criminals!"
Boom! Wang Chen felt as if he were struck by thunder.
"Socks that have been worn for fifteen years! This story is too strong!"
