Let the system try to save the world

"Two pieces of thin paper were stacked together. Originally, they had nothing to do with each other." Xitong said, "But a big rabbit kept jumping and jumped, and it jumped through a hole in one of the papers and landed on the other one."

"Later, the other rabbits followed and naturally went out through this hole."

"He is a rabbit, then what am I?" Shen Anzhi asked.

"Is that the point?" Xitong patted his head. "Even if you are a rabbit, you are the most ferocious and carrot-eating rabbit."

"Is this a compliment?" Shen Anzhi said gloomily, "Rabbits don't like to eat radishes at all."

"Because I like rabbits that eat carrots." Xitong said, "Let's go check the hole now. I don't think it can be blocked. At least we can find a proper solution."

Shen Anzhi agreed.

The tree demon came quickly. He looked at Shen Anzhi deeply, then led the two of them to the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss. He cast a spell and opened the passage leading to the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss.

When the two men and the demon stepped in, a strange scene appeared before their eyes.

Xitong and others in Pingjing Town had never entered, so naturally they had no chance to see the full picture of Wanmo Abyss. It was like a desolate and endless valley, surrounded by steep peaks on all sides, and formed a bottomless canyon in the deepest part.

The tree demon winked at Xitong and the other two, and they followed closely behind, running towards the canyon.

As the legend in the human world goes, a dark river flows quietly in the depths of the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss. The water is as black as ink. The demons living near the river bend down, vigilantly assessing the strength comparison between the outsiders and themselves.

On both sides of the river is a desolate land without a trace of life. In this land, there are twisted trees and thorns, which stretch their branches to the sky, which is frightening, as if it is the entrance to hell.

When you stand on the edge of the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss, the first thing that catches your eye is darkness. Shen Anzhi took two steps and looked down at the bottom of the canyon.

There was no light in this dark abyss. Looking down from above, one could see countless rocks and sharp cliffs, which were like the fangs of a giant beast, waiting for anyone who accidentally fell.

The sky of Wanmoyuan is always gloomy and covered with dark clouds, as if there will never be a ray of sunlight shining in.

Xitong covered Shen Anzhi's eyes with her hands.

"You scared me." Shen Anzhi took his hand away helplessly, "I'm not going to jump, what are you doing?"

"If you fight with a dragon for too long, you will become a dragon yourself; if you stare into the abyss for too long, the abyss will stare back at you." Xitong said, "I'm afraid someone is staring at you down there."

Thick fog filled the air, shrouding the entire canyon in a mysterious atmosphere.

There was a fishy smell in the fog, which made people feel nauseous.

"You can look at it, it's not like you'll lose any weight." Shen Anzhi covered her mouth and nose in disdain, "The environment here is really bad, no wonder Shen Fuguang became a pervert later."

The two men exchanged a few words casually, and a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire canyon, allowing people to see a palace hidden halfway up the mountain.

"That's it." The tree demon said, "I'm sorry for the hospitality. I have something important to attend to. Please go on your own."

"Thank you." Xitong thanked him, and he and Shen Anzhi looked at each other, "We still have to jump down now."

The two of them slid down along the cliff, and from this perspective it was easier to see the majestic and solemn palace.

Its exterior walls are made entirely of black stones, each of which exudes a cold chill.

The gate of the palace was tall and heavy, made of black iron, inlaid with blood-red gems, and flashing a strange light.

The gate was carved with a green-faced, fang-toothed demon face, and two pairs of red eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate a person's soul. Xitong was silent for a moment, then poked two fingers into the statue's eyes.

"Ugh." Shen Anzhi made a sound of disgust.

"Did you poke your security guard's eyes?" Xitong asked.

"It's dirty, don't touch anything directly." Shen Anzhi handed Xitong a pair of resin gloves, "Besides, who said this is our security guard?"

"Shen Fuguang has been reincarnated, so the Silence Demon Ancestor is dead. As the saying goes, a brother dies and a son inherits." Xitong put on gloves and pushed open the door. The expressions of the two demons became more ferocious. They watched the two enter with twitching eyes. "Not bad, Professor Shen. You have such a big house at such a young age."

"Forget it. The traffic is bad and the lighting is not good." Shen Anzhi said, "I will get rheumatism if I live here for a long time."

Stepping into the palace, the hall was spacious and gloomy, with black curtains hanging on the surrounding walls, emitting a smell of decay.

The ground was lavishly covered with spiritual stones, the patterns on them left black marks. Xitong relied on the gloves he was wearing to pick up a piece of stone and twisted it.

It is dried blood.

The interior of the palace was filled with an evil aura. Portraits of various demons were hung on the walls. Their faces were distorted and hideous, and their eyes were filled with cruelty and bloodthirstiness.

"Shen Fuguang's aesthetic taste is really terrible." Xitong whispered to Shen Anzhi.

"This isn't... uh, a decoration." Shen Anzhi explained, "These are all his defeated enemies."

"The great devil will draw a portrait of the dead who were defeated by him, using blood as ink and skin as paper, and will bind the opponent's soul here for generations to come, as a deterrent."

"If you dare to learn this," Xitong threatened softly, "I will expel you."

"I don't dare." Shen Anzhi said, "I'm timid. I can't sleep if I hang this at home."

After Xitong and the other person entered the depths of the palace, they found that there was no one inside. When they were feeling puzzled, a low laugh was heard.

"Welcome to my palace, human." The voice echoed in the hall.

"Stop playing tricks." Xitong said impatiently.

A figure slowly emerged from the air. He looked at Xitong and the other person, with a gleam in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" the man asked.

"Didn't you call us here?" Xitong asked, "Who are you?"

“How dare you.” The man had a pair of towering dragon horns on his head, which shone with silver-white light. His face had clear lines and a hint of arrogance. “Since you have come here to seek an opportunity to cooperate with the demon race, you should correct your attitude.”

"Who wants to cooperate with the demon tribe?" Xitong said, "You broke into a private house, and the owner hasn't kicked you out yet. If you have something to say, just say it, don't beat around the bush."

"Arrogant." The man frowned slightly, "I want to know what you have the capital to cooperate with my demon clan."

"Let's go." Xitong rolled her eyes in her heart and said to Shen Anzhi, "This dragon is mentally ill."

"Since you know I'm a dragon, how dare you ignore me like this!" The man finally lost his composure and shouted.

"You're like Superman wearing his underwear outside." Xitong said, "Are you afraid that others don't know your identity?"