Chapter 81 Underground Holy City

The sky is like the sky, the cage covers the four fields, and the sky is vast...

The sky on the grassland is as clear as the blue sea. Who says that there is no sea on the grassland? The sea clearly hangs over the grassland.

A gust of wind rises and the endless grassland swayed with the wind, and the waves danced left and right on the grassland.

Just under the grassland at the junction of China and Mongolia is a completely different world from that on land...

A hundred meters below the grassland is a huge hole dug by hand. It is said that the giant hole is actually much more meaningful than the hole. The underground is clearly a brightly lit city.

This big hole is dozens of meters high, and a group of huge spotlights on the top of the cave shine brightly, so that the whole cave is like daytime.

The houses and buildings in this cave are no different from the outside, but they are all made of stone. Pedestrians on the street shuttle in twos and threes, and the view is like an ordinary market.

There are all kinds of department stores on the street, and there are many noodle shops and restaurants. The colorful advertising products are exactly the same as the outside world. There is even a bank issuing credit cards. If it is not in the cave, it is simply an ordinary small city. The only thing that makes people feel strange is the street. The colorful people walking are all young people, and few of them are old. From this point of view, this is really a vibrant and energetic city.

In a bar.

In the melodious sound of the violin, a white-faced man in his thirties picked up the wine glass with red ** in his hand, gently shook the ice inside and made a jingle sound. Then he swallowed ** and ice cubes into his mouth, clicked it, and chewed and said, "Black Bird, I said you are always What do you want to run to this place? How nice is it to take it in the flower world outside? It's a pity that if you and the nightingale hadn't been transferred back from the nest last time, I really wanted to change it with you.

On the other side of the table sat a dark-skinned man. It was the black bird who gave Ding You's mysterious ability with the nightingale. The hoarse and dry voice of the black bird sounded: "Kunpeng, I'm different from you. I'm tired of the outside world. I like to work beside my master."

Kun Peng swallowed the ice in his mouth and approached the black bird's eyes and said, "You are working beside the master. Do you think it's my share to be sent to do the task this time?"

The black bird curled the corners of his mouth and said, "These are all secrets that can't be passed on, but I can make an exception to tell you clearly that there is definitely no part for you. You don't have to think about it."

Kun Peng leaned on the back of the chair like a deflated ball and looked up at the bull-eye spotlight above his head. "I've been here for 30 years, 30 years!" How long do I have to stay here? I almost forget what the outside world is like. I don't know what's going on with the old things in our workshop. Forget it, I guess they are all dead. I think I was the labor standard of our factory at the beginning..."

Blackbird is most afraid to listen to what happened before him. Although Kunpeng looks only more than 30 years old, his actual age is close to 70. There are some old people's nagging problems: "What you see when you go out is not the previous world."

Kun Peng sighed, "It's because the world is different that I want to go out and have a look. It's really tasteless to drink this blood wine here. There is always a sour taste in my mouth. I'm fucking tired of the smell. I want to go out and eat white steamed buns!"

Blackbird laughed and said, "It's not that there is no white-faced steamed bun here..."

Kunpeng interrupted the black bird and said, "You have been outside for so long and naturally don't understand my feelings. What I want to eat is the kind of white-faced steamed buns in my hometown made with alkali. The steamed buns here are all fucking washing powder!"

The black bird shook its head and smiled, "It smells like this outside..."

Before the black bird finished speaking, an electronic scream sounded in Kunpeng's mind. Kunpeng's white face suddenly turned red, and a pair of eyes suddenly burst out. The sharp knife in his mouth rushed out of the sheath, and the glass in his hand turned into debris. However, after such a change, Kunpeng calmed down. His eyes wrinkled slightly and looked at the southwest.

Blackbird frowned and said, "What's the matter? Is your servant dead?

Kun Peng slowly returned to his original state and nodded and said, "It happened a few years ago that I recently accepted a funeraler when I was wandering around and hunting around. As you know, there are no trace around here at all. It's hard to meet a stranger who naturally won't let go. When I sucked some blood, the group with me was the little eagle's woman. He happened to take the master's holy bone and I just tried it..."

Blackbird didn't bother to pay attention to these old things. He was afraid that Kunpeng would interrupt and interrupt: "Who killed him?"

Kunpeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "I know, I was just telepathic, but my attendant mourner is not simple. Although I haven't come to the holy city, I still feel that his ability is in the middle and upper reaches of the mourners. There are not many things that can kill him, ! Do you think if I report this matter to the master, will the master send me to investigate? Speaking of this, Kunpeng's eyes shined again.

Blackbird frowned and said, "How do you let the mourner stay outside? Aren't you afraid to say that the master will punish you?

Kunpeng shrank his neck and said, "It's so close. In fact, it's not that I want to leave him outside. It's he who begged me to let him help his son outside for a few years. I agreed softly by saying that his son is young and helpless. I planned to ask him to come back in the next few days. After all, as a mourner, his life expectancy is almost four or five years. Head, who knows that he died outside. It's troublesome this time. With that, he rubbed his hands and said, "Blackbird, you should take it as if you don't know, or I will be miserable."

Blackbird shook his head and said, "I won't deceive the master. I will definitely tell the master about this matter, not because you don't bring the mourner back, but because the mourner will die outside. You should know that as long as the mourner is not besieged, he can't be killed. Therefore, the death of every bereaved person must be verified.

Kunpeng sat on the chair degrily and said, "I know you don't recognize anyone. What should I do this time? You have to give me a few words, or I'll die."

Blackbird wrinkled his nose and said, "It's not that serious. Tell me the truth about your thoughts and thoughts. The owner has his own judgment. You also know that the owner has never been very strict."

Kunpeng nodded his head and said, "I'm afraid that it's not easy for those close to the gods. As long as the master doesn't shut me up for more than ten years and let me die, I will immediately judge myself."

Blackbird shook his head and said, "If you die, you will be free?" With that, he stood up and said, "Let's go and turn yourself in with me."

Kun Peng sighed, "Why did I come out to drink with you today? When I got up in the morning, my head must have been kicked by a donkey. If I don't drink with you, who can know about this? It's also because I'm talking to you. Who killed the bereaved person? If I know, I have to stripped him. His skin was sucked clean and his blood could not be made into a human.

The black bird saw that the old man Kunpeng was nagging endlessly. He frowned but didn't say anything.

The two went out of the bar and went straight to the city center of the city. This underground city is not as small as the big city outside. The city center is a church-like building that is not too big. It is surrounded by a blank area dozens of meters wide, which is very quiet. This is the residence of the owner of the holy city.

As soon as Blackbird and Kunpeng arrived here, they were also careful. Kunpeng restrained his lazy temperament, and Blackbird became more solemn.

The church door creaked open, and a young foreigner came out of it. The man had golden curly hair and a pair of eyes were deep and quiet light blue. His skin was very white but different from Kunpeng, which was a very healthy color. Facing the light of the spotlight above his head, it even gave people a shining feeling.

Blackbird and Kunpeng obviously respected this man and said quickly, "Mr. Jack, we have something to report to the owner."

Jack held his glasses and said, "The master is reading. Don't say too much."