Night Rain first break, Divine Capital Vermilion Bird Avenue was washed black, and the drainage ditches on both sides were full of turbid mud, swirling downwards. Drunken Immortal Tower The five-story wooden building with cornices stood at the end of the street. On weekdays, it was brightly lit, Silk and Bamboo In this chaotic world, not even a watchman could be seen tonight. The two strings of Big Red Lanterns hanging at the corners of the eaves were not lit, and were blown back and forth by the wet wind. They hit the pillars and made a dull thumping sound.
Black Nanmu Wood The wheels of the carriage ran over the Bluestone Slab gap, causing water to splash.
Fang Mo opened the door and stepped firmly on the ground. The cold and damp air was mixed with the fishy smell of the moat outside the city, and there was an indescribable sweet and greasy smell. This smell did not belong to fat powder, nor did it belong to wine and meat, but rather like the damp rotten wood in some Coffin Shop, mixed with the aftertaste of half-burnt tribute incense.
"Old Yan." Fang Mo straightened his sleeves without looking up.
Old Yan squatted next to Chariot Shaft. The brass Pipe Bowl in his hand had long been extinguished. He twitched his nose twice, frowned into a knot, and lowered his voice.: "The boss smells wrong. It's not the dry smell of a dead person, but the smell of pus from Living Corpse's body. I'm afraid there's a really bad Great Zongzi raised in this building."
"Grand Supervisor This taste is indeed unique."
Fang Mo stepped forward. Iron Bull followed closely behind with a giant hammer in his hand. Every step he took made the ground tremble slightly. The tendons of his body that had been tempered by God King Fire Toxin glowed with a cold bronze color in the night.
Drunken Immortal Tower The carved door Rosewood was ajar, its hinges were dry, and it made a tooth-breaking squeaking sound when it was pushed open.
There were no candles lit in the foyer, and the light was extremely dim. There was only a figure standing in the center, holding a white paper lantern in his hand. Under the pale firelight, the white and beardless face looked particularly eerie. It was Eunuch Liu who had gone to Heavenly Prison to deliver the message during the day.
Eunuch Liu was not wearing Palace's regular clothes, and was wearing dark purple narrow-sleeved Python Pattern Shirt. Fly Whisk, who was originally holding him in his arms, was also missing. His eyelids were drooped, and he seemed not to see Fang Mo Iron Bull, with Sha Qi flying behind E, did not pay attention to the calculating Old Yan, and only focused his slender moves on Fang Mo.
"Director Fang Walking a little slower this way." Eunuch Liu's voice was high-pitched, as if he were scratching the glass cup with his fingernails, "My godfather is here Top Floor Star Picking Pavilion, the food is almost cold. The stairs are steep and in disrepair. Director Fang Please pay attention to your steps when you go upstairs. Don't break your legs before you see the real owner."
Fang Mo made no reply, and walked straight towards Eunuch Liu without stopping.
The distance between the two people shortened, but Eunuch Liu, who should have turned sideways to give way, did not move at all. The White Lantern intentionally or unintentionally swung the light at Fang Mo's face, trying to dazzle the visitor. This is a habitual power move by the Palace people, to overwhelm others in terms of momentum.
Fang Mo's stride did not change, his body turned slightly sideways, and his shoulders bumped into him.
There is no True Qi exciting roar, only the muffled sound of flesh and bone squeezing.
Eunuch Liu's powdered face was instantly distorted, and Five Senses was squeezed into one place. He wanted to scream, but it was like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his throat, and he could only make a "gurgling" sound. His left shoulder did not lean back due to force, but collapsed inward, and the entire shoulder blade seemed to have turned into soft mud, flowing down the clavicle.
This is not caused by external force, but Chaos Law of Law.
Gallbladder Meridian roars, Chaos Yin Yang.
"The road is uneven, it all depends on who is walking." Fang Mo kept walking and didn't even take a second look at the figure slumped on the ground. "As for the bones in this body, Eunuch Liu really needs to be cultivated. They are too brittle and cannot withstand being touched."
The White Lantern in Eunuch Liu's hand rolled to the ground, and the flames licked the paper cover, and a faint blue firelight instantly appeared, illuminating his arm that had been completely deformed and was as soft as noodles.
Climb up the stairs.
There is no one in Drunken Immortal Tower, except for a Imperial Guards wearing Flying Fish Robe standing at the corner of each floor of the stairs. These people all wear expressionless Iron Mask on their faces, and their breaths are long and cold. They are all Death Warrior that were obviously spawned by secret methods.
Until we boarded the Top Floor Star Picking Pavilion, the Corpse Odor flavor reached its peak.
There were no lights in the pavilion, only a huge round table with a fist-sized Luminous Pearls in the middle. The pale halo barely illuminated the rickety figure beside the round table.
He was a man so old that he was almost out of shape.
He is wearing a bright red Python Robe, which is an over-the-counter costume that can only be enjoyed by Seal-Bearer eunuchs. His white hair is sparsely attached to his scalp, and the wrinkles on his face are deep enough to kill flies. He is smeared with a thick layer of white powder, and his lips are even scarlet.
Grand Eunuch, Li Fuguo.
At this time, this powerful nine-thousand-year-old man was holding a half-baked Spirit Fowl thigh in his hand, chewing it with bones and meat. Dark red blood flowed down the corner of his rouged mouth and dripped on Python Robe's gold embroidery.
"Coming?" Li Fuguo swallowed the meat in his mouth, and his turbid yellow eyes rolled around, fixed on Fang Mo, "We thought that Director Fang just ate alone and hasn't finished digesting it yet, so he can't bear to see our mediocre meal."
Fang Mo pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down. Iron Bull and Old Yan stood behind him like two door gods, one on the left and one on the right.
"Manager Li What are you talking about?" Fang Mo glanced at the so-called "delicacies" on the table - steamed Human Placenta, braised Human-Faced Ape brains, rolled Dragon-Whiskered Tiger heart... Every dish is a great supplement, but also a great evil.
"I have a good appetite and am not picky about food." Fang Mo picked up the chopsticks and poked at the plate of Human-Faced Ape's head that was still beating slightly, "I just didn't expect that Manager Li has such a strong taste and likes to eat dry food without removing the heat."
"As people get older, their bones are weak and need to be replenished." Li Fuguo threw away the bones in his hands, took out a bright yellow handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his mouth, his movements were as graceful as a lady's, "Director Fang was young and strong, and even God King's hand dared to eat it alive. What? That ear, Director Fang planned to keep it for drinking?"
The picture is poor and can be seen.
The entire Star Picking Pavilion air solidified at this moment.
Fang Mo put down his chopsticks.
"Ears?" Fang Mo pretended to be dumbfounded, "What ears? I only remember that I took in a disobedient old fat man in Block A. As for what parts are missing from his body, that is what Ministry of Justice should be concerned about. What does it have to do with me, warden?"
Li Fuguo smiled, and the face covered with white powder trembled, and scum fell off.
"Fang Mo, you are a smart person." Li Fuguo leaned forward, and the disgusting smell of Corpse Odor hit his face, "His Majesty is missing an ear. If you take it, that is disrespectful. Hand it over, and we will ensure that you walk sideways on Divine Capital. Otherwise..."
He stretched out a hand as dry as a chicken's claw and tapped lightly on the table.
"This Drunken Immortal Tower, tonight is your Coffin Shop."