Pollution Strikes!

Pollution Strikes!

The maid doll pressed the button for the 12th floor.

As the elevator climbed and the buttons lit up one by one, Xia Hongyao watched them curiously. "Miss Maid, does this building really have eighteen floors?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The maid was very polite.

Xia Hongyao edged closer to Lin Baici, covered her mouth with one hand, and whispered, "This building might actually be a God's Taboo Object!"

"Huh?"

Hua Yueyu was surprised. "But then wouldn't they be living in the middle of Rule Pollution?"

Even God Hunters would get into trouble if they stayed in Rule Pollution for too long.

"Uncle Jiu was one of the first God Hunters. He's been on countless expeditions and explored who knows how many God Ruins. It doesn't take a genius to figure out how many top-tier God's Taboo Objects he must've picked up!"

"He couldn't carry all that good stuff around with him, could he?"

"Of course not!"

Gu Qingqiu studied the elevator. "What if he carried everything he owned and then took one bad fall? He could lose it all. But if he keeps it in one place, he'll still have the means to make a comeback!"

"Great minds think alike!"

Xia Hongyao gave a thumbs-up. "Uncle Jiu chose the Nine Dragon Pavilion as his base. All these years, I've never heard of a single theft here!"

"Do you think those greedy people would pass up an opportunity like that?"

Hua Yueyu and Jin Yingzhen shook their heads.

Uncle Jiu had a huge reputation now, and no one dared provoke him. But in the early days, people must have tried to get their hands on the pavilion. Yet no news about it had ever gotten out.

That meant they either left empty-handed or died.

"So the defenses in this pavilion