Torn Between Life and Death, Black Shadow; Youth Is Good

In a deal, he put up no stakes, merely boasted something to the skies first, claiming it was a treasure comparable to a classic treasured tome.

Qin Yang happened to have a ready-made classic treasured tome in his hands.

He did not even say what he wanted to trade for, merely played mysterious games and whetted people's appetites.

Judging by the fat sheep index and customer ratings,

Sect Master Yan was the sort of trash customer who looked like a high-potential client but was actually demanding, full of bullshit, never made an offer, and might ultimately refuse to pay.

No, this sort could no longer be considered a customer the Netherworld Auction valued.

Every aspect pointed toward a swindler.

And considering the things this deeply hidden Sect Master Yan had done before,

all in all, two words.

Dog trash.

Qin Yang decisively gave up thinking about it and cast Sect Master Yan's letter out of his mind.

Wasting even a few breaths of thought and over a hundred words on such trash simply was not worth it.

No longer dwelling on it, Qin Yang asked his subordinate expressionlessly.

"Where is Black Shadow?"

"On the Netherworld Ship." The subordinate did not dare raise his head and answered honestly, not even daring to flatter him.

After the subordinate pointed out the direction, Qin Yang nodded and transformed into a streak of escaping light, vanishing over the horizon.

Racing all the way there, Qin Yang arrived at the Netherworld Ship and landed on its deck.

The Film Emperor, who had been sleeping at the stern like a heap of rotten flesh, abruptly rose and turned toward the bow.

Blackie, happily eating from the wooden barrel that seemed as though it would never run out, lost the smile on his face as a vicious