Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

After sighing, Li Wudao swayed his body and walked to the side of his head.

Sitting on the ground, he grabbed his head like a basketball, facing himself, and an image of a loud voice appeared in his mind, which was not very beautiful.

Put the head on, uh, it's backwards...

Turned 180 degrees, done!

After doing all this, he began to study these men in black, and his eyes became more and more solemn.

There was not an inch of intact skin on their bodies, and except for their eyes, their bodies were covered with bloody ravines, the ravines being so deep that they reached their bones.

These ravines are winding and winding, like some kind of mysterious runes, which make people's scalp numb.

At the same time, there is a dark red rune on the shiny heads of all the men in black. The rune is like a strange eye, with strange tentacles radiating around the eye, spreading in all directions above the head, and the rune on the body Intertwined.

Li Wudao focused his attention on this strange rune. It didn't look like it was tattooed on it, but more like it grew naturally from the top of his head. When touched, there was a subtle bumpiness, and there seemed to be blood flowing inside.

It's a pity that the runes only existed for a moment, and then disappeared invisible under the sunlight.

He came to a conclusion in his mind that these were not so much people as controlled puppets. Although Li Daxian's strength was very rubbish, he had really seen the big world. Killing the Demon Lord and destroying the Demon King, for today's To the people of Tianyuan Continent, those are legendary existences.

However, these existences are all in the hands of Li Wudao. Although he does not know the principle of the technique in front of him, Li Wudao is definitely qualified to say, "Xiao Dao'er..."

Now it is no longer just a matter of rescuing the Qingtian County government officials. The conspiracy behind the slaughterhouse must be revealed.

Holding two ghost-headed knives, Li Wudao walked into the slaughterhouse with firm eyes. From a distance, he looked like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

Immortal Li didn't even notice that his state of mind was changing quietly.

Just a quarter of an hour after Immortal Li entered the mountain, a fat man rushed over, it was Master Dao who had just run away.

Along the way, Fan Tong kept saying "hard... hard... hard..." but Zuo Dao didn't like it and ran away. He was furious. Could this stuttering be mocking him?

It wasn't until he was approaching the county government office that Zuo Dao suddenly rang, as if something had fallen...

This thought didn't matter, the dignified sixth-grade warrior stamped his feet anxiously, as if he had dropped the naughty boy in front of the slaughterhouse.

Although he knew that the other party was definitely in danger, Zuo Dao still changed direction without hesitation. He accidentally brought the person there, and he must be responsible to the end. He asked Fan Tong to return to the Yamen to report the situation. Zuo Dao shouted crazily in his heart, "Boy, You must hold on, Master Dao is here to save you!"

Outside the door of the slaughterhouse, Zuo Dao was stunned. There were ten corpses neatly arranged there. It was the man in black who forced him back.

"What exactly happened here?" For a moment, Zuo Dao thought a lot, except that he did not associate Li Wudao with it. As a sixth-grade warrior, he could tell at a glance whether he was a Lianjiazi.

Despite the fairy-like appearance of that boy, he is just an ordinary person.

Those who were able to kill these ten men in black must be at least seventh-grade warriors or above. But here comes the problem. From the analysis of the scars on these corpses, it is obvious that they were not killed by warriors, but more like street gangsters.

After confirming that the young master was not there, Zuo Dao turned his gaze to the eerie doorway.

Inexplicably, there was a premonition in his heart that if he went in, he might never come out again...

Unknowingly, Zuo Dao's forehead was already covered with a layer of fine sweat. He stroked the long knife on his waist and stepped in without hesitation.

At the same time, after passing through the long internal passage, Li Wudao looked at the two thick cast iron doors in front of him and was thinking hard. The door on the left had a dark red word "Tu" written on it, and nothing was written on the right.

After a slight hesitation, Li Wudao decided to enter the door on the left, because there was a wall-mounted candle lamp next to the door on the left. .

I think the door on the right is opened from the inside, and there may be one in and one out on the left and right.

Gently rotating the candlestick, sure enough, the thick stone door on the left slowly opened, and after Li Wudao entered, it slowly returned to its position.

Inside the stone gate, it was as if we had entered another world, full of people and excitement.

"Press your legs, press your legs!"

"Okay, hold on, I'm going to go under the knife..."

"Damn it, where's my knife!"

"Here here!"

"..."

"Moo..." A shrill scream hovered in the confined space, far and wide.

Li Wudao has common sense in life. This is the cry of a cow. It is so sad and plaintive, and it is estimated that it is very bad.

There were people in front and the screams of various livestock. It really sounded like a slaughterhouse.

The fact was quickly confirmed. A stone tablet suddenly appeared in front of Li Wudao. The three characters "Slaughterhouse" looked like bright red blood, as if it would flow down at any time. Combined with the dim and flickering candlelight around it, it gave people the feeling of being on the 18th floor. A feeling of hell.

Turning around the stone monument, it suddenly dawned on Li Wudao that a prosperous scene appeared in his eyes.

There were hundreds of people killing pigs, butchering sheep, skinning and deboning pigs, including muscular men with bare arms, as well as burly shrews.

These people were busy with butcher knives in their hands.

Carcasses of various livestock were hung on rows of iron hooks, and various meats were displayed on the side of the table.

However, these are just the tip of the iceberg within the space here.

The other side is truly vast, with countless square fences housing all kinds of livestock, including pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep.

He had just had a hand-to-hand fight with a strange man in black holding a knife, and in the blink of an eye he had arrived at a bustling slaughterhouse. This kind of staggered connection made Li Wudao feel a little uncomfortable.

Holding two swords in hand, Li Wudao walked in rags and rags in the spacious aisle left in the middle of the two areas. His long hair was hanging down, covering his handsome face.

There were no windows in the slaughterhouse. There was the smell of blood, lamp oil, sweat, and even feet. The strange smells mixed together made him feel a cramp in his stomach. On the other hand, these butchers looked like Get used to it early.

A bunch of bloodshot indifferent eyes were cast towards them, but the action of picking out bones and chopping meat in his hands did not stop. Li Wudao looked at them without hesitation. It was certain that, unlike the man in black in front of the mountain gate, these were all Ordinary people of flesh and blood, they are really killing pigs and sheep.

Until a sharp shout sounded, "Who are you!"