Mortal's journey to immortality

Song Fengyu ran away like a frightened rabbit. At this time, he only had one destination in mind:

The only building in the Gray Market is the Gray Stack.

In his opinion, if others want to kill him, this is the only place where he can stay and settle down. Since the formation of the gray market, the bodies of those who killed him in the gray stack have long since disappeared.

Those pretentious doers are often killed on the spot by mysterious and powerful men before they reveal their magic weapons and methods. There have never been any exceptions.

This is what my father personally ordered. Once you find something bad, run to the ash stack immediately.

This sentence was like a thorn stuck in his throat, making him believe it deeply and regard it as a guideline.

Since Wang Lu recognized Song Fengyu, his spiritual consciousness has been lingering around him vaguely. Oh, it can be regarded as meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

When I first met him, he was in the middle stage of Qi refining like himself. Now, more than two hundred years later, he has become a genuine late-stage Jindan powerhouse.

He remembered that before entering the Jiuyue Secret Realm, his deceased master Qiu Huaren once told him that the magical artifacts refined by the Song family and his son were of good quality and reasonably priced, so he went to the Song family's artifact refining shop and bought the square-inch boots and the crazy hammer.

Without these two magic weapons, he might have been buried in the Nine Mountains Secret Realm long ago, and he would never be where he is today.

However, why is his father, Senior Song Mingtang, not by his side? With Song Fengyu's willfulness and heartlessness, he is really not suitable for wandering in this turbulent world of immortality.

Maybe one day he will be sold, and he will still help others count the spiritual stones with a smile.

Hey, thinking of this, Wang Lu couldn't help laughing and followed him casually.

However, as he followed, he was surprised to find that Song Fengyu was like a swimming fish and antelope, hanging its horns and easily moving through the crowd without leaving a trace. This was a very dexterous and exquisite movement technique, and he almost lost him.

Two hours later, a gray, dilapidated and grand three-story building appeared in front of us.

At this time, as the sun sets, a wide open entrance that is thirty feet wide and three feet high seems to be covered with a bright golden garment.

There is no door to the gray stack. Following the golden light of the setting sun, a gray display cabinet ten feet long, six feet wide and five feet high is located in the center of the hall. On it are placed thousands of gray entry tokens for each room.

The hall is extremely large and spacious. Two monks, an old man and a young man, who seem to have no mana fluctuations, are sitting quietly behind the display cabinet. In addition, there are hundreds of arched passages. Along the passages, you can go to the first floor. Corresponding rooms on the second and third floors.

The old man has a beard, hair and eyebrows as white as snow, and sits like a puppet with dim eyes and no facial expression. In front of him is a bowl-shaped teapot with a faint spiritual power. From time to time, he pours tea into the cup and drinks by himself.

The young man's eyes were surprisingly clear, and he looked thoughtfully at the monks who were constantly coming in and out.

At this time, as darkness approached, hundreds of monks of all colors, faces, and practices poured in like a tide. Men, women, old and young, tall, short, fat and thin, seemed to include all the moods in the world.

Wang Lu was shocked when he saw this scene.

At this time, regardless of any disputes, love, hatred, or enmity that people have, everything will be covered by the pile of ashes.

Gray Stack is like their warmest, warmest and safest haven. It is the most open and tolerant to all people, guarding them from a night of depression, worry, melancholy, fear, joy, warmth... all kinds of things in the world. , full of emotions.

Suddenly, the young man in gray clothes seemed to look at him and smiled at him.

Ha ha.

Wang Lu gave him a pure smile without any emotion, and then walked towards the counter in the center.

The young man put away his smile and drew a "one" in the air, which meant that if he wanted to live in Huizhan, he had to hand over a medium-grade spiritual stone.

Without thinking, he took out a high-grade spiritual stone, grabbed one of the few tokens left on the table, which was about a dozen, held his hands over the two of them, and walked toward a passage on the right.

Why Wang Lu knew his room was because the token miraculously issued an instruction that only he could hear.

"Right, eighth passage, room 215."

Following the guidance of the token, Wang Lu walked into the arched passage.

The passage is clear, dry, and open, five feet wide and three feet high. On both sides are rooms closed one after another by gray stones. Each stone door and each room seems to be copied from a mold. They are exactly the same, the same size, even the gray The shades and color areas are consistent and perfect.

This is not astonishing. There are a total of five hundred rooms in the passage, symmetrical from left to right, and each stone door is like being dug out of the wall without leaking a trace of mud and stone. It is perfectly integrated with the wall, except for each door. Apart from the numbers representing rooms on the wall, there are no rooms hidden within the walls at all.

At this time, in the same passage as him, only the first floor passage can reach other rooms on the second and third floors at the same location and different heights as this passage. The most amazing thing is that, for example, the first floor of Wang Road cannot go to the second and third floors at all. On the third floor, you can only stay in your own room, and each room can only accommodate one person.

Someone once questioned the authority of Gray Stack, regardless of whether they brought others or how many people to live with them. As a result, the next day, except for the token holder who owned the room, all of them, regardless of their level of cultivation, mysteriously disappeared. .

This rule has never changed. People are frightened and can only stick to it and dare not go beyond it.

At this time, several monks also used their tokens to open their respective rooms on the same floor, or simply walked past him and disappeared at the end of the passage.

"Stab!"

A monk with an unknown aura saw Wang Lu in front of the stone door and gave him a very mysterious smile. He immediately walked into his room and the stone door closed with a bang.

"hey-hey."

Interesting.

Wang Lu tapped his magic power, and the token emitted a ball of gray light, hitting the stone door faster than lightning. "Strike and pull", the stone door opened.

Step in.

"call!"

He seemed to have entered another different dimension.

There was a slight smell of decay in the room. There was a gray round stone table, a round stone bench in front of the table, and a shabby wooden bed that seemed to fall apart at any time, with a leg broken and leaning over. The bed board was broken into pieces. Half of the ground was scattered, and it was like a secret room with a transparent wooden window. However, except for the air that could enter, the outside was filled with clouds and mist. No matter how hard he opened his eyes, he couldn't see through it.

The gray market has no restrictions on the freedom of monks, but people are afraid to go out. Once they leave the gray stack, life or death will not matter at night.

Hey, in the past, there were also bold people who were talented in arts and crafts and went out to Yueheifeng Highland. As a result, they were found dead in the market the next day.

With countless bloody cases as the background, the gray market night is as quiet as a ghost land.