five years later
Among the rolling green mountains, a black and red figure was as fast as lightning, cutting through the green mountains and rushing towards the depths of the valley covered by clouds and fog.
This is the junction area between the Human Clan and Demon Clan. It should be an inaccessible and dangerous place, but at this moment, the winding roads in the valley are filled with traffic. The fleet is lined up in a long line, each vehicle is piled with goods. The wheels grind over the gravel, making a dull sound, heading towards the thick white fog at the end of the valley.
Mo Yan lowered the hat on his head, pulled the black cloth around his face, swayed past the slow motorcade, and disappeared directly into the thick fog that blocked the sky. The surrounding area was instantly plunged into deathly white. After walking for more than a hundred steps, all the senses were reactivated in an instant.
The noisy sound was like a flood opening, blasting loudly in my ears. The white mist in front of me cleared, and a huge city wall built on top of the mountain came into view. Countless wooden pavilions were packed into the steep mountain walls on both sides without any structure but in an orderly manner. The dim canyon was illuminated by countless luminous crystals as bright as day, and large and small shops were hung with colorful neon signs, shining in the mist.
At a glance, you can see all kinds of weird-looking Half-Demons in various shops and on the roads.
The sturdy tauren carried the huge cargo box and ran rampant among the crowd. The turkey Half-Demon with the red meat comb puffed up its cheeks and spit out fire to roast the meat skewers in its hands. The enchanting snake girl came down. The half-length snake's tail is coiled on the corridor pillar, spitting out letters and winking at passers-by. And among these strange-shaped Half-Demon, those tightly wrapped Human Clan Cultivator and Demon Clan, who looked wary, looked much more normal.
Mo Yan walked through the strange streets as usual, and his figure quickly disappeared into the crowd of people. At the entrance behind him, two large characters were spelled out with luminous crystal stones on the stone wall: Hidden Market.
Five years ago, Demon King Cang Mo came to the world and conquered the scattered Great Demons tribes one after another. On the homeland where Demon Clan once lived five hundred years ago, he re-established Demon Emperor City. Demon Clan's power grew stronger and stronger, and gradually formed a rivalry with the Immortal Alliance.
At the same time, Half-Demon, who was excluded from Human and Demon Clans, gathered here and built this huge trading market. The identity of Half-Demon made it difficult for them to integrate into either side, but in the transactions between the two groups, this identity became a weapon representing neutrality. In Hidden Market Regardless of origin or race, only business is concerned. Human Clan's grain, cloth and medicine, Demon Clan's Spiritual Plant minerals and furs, and countless large and small commodities are sold to both sides through Hidden Market, becoming the only channel for Human and Demon Clans trade.
Mo Yan walked through the shops along the way with ease, and all the way to the end of the street, there was a huge attic with a strange shape leaning against the mountain wall, curving upward to the top. The top floor was almost invisible in the thick fog above. On the plaque on the door, there were three big characters: Fusheng Pavilion.
Mo Yan stepped forward and showed a black jade plaque to the Horse-Face man guarding the door.
Horse-Face's originally lazy eyes suddenly lit up, he straightened his back immediately and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The black card VIP has arrived--!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the building that was originally only dimly lit suddenly burst into light. The door automatically slid open to both sides, and a cheerful but slightly noisy sound of silk and bamboo erupted from the building. In the center of the hall, colorful Array beams of light flashed crazily with the rhythm. A group of Half-Demon children were playing and singing hard, and two rows of Half-Demon girls in cool clothes lined up to bow.
The surrounding passers-by and vendors cast envious and curious glances. At Hidden Market, the black card symbolizes top wealth and status, and even Fusheng Pavilion is treated as a guest of honor.
Mo Yan The corner of his mouth twitched, he lowered his hat and walked in quickly. He felt a headache as always from this exaggerated welcome ceremony.
"VIP please come inside!"
A charming female voice came from above the head, and then, a woman was seen jumping down from the second floor, with layers of black gauze skirt fluttering and landing lightly. The woman's makeup was extremely gorgeous, with heavy eye makeup and bright red lipstick, which made her face look weirdly bright, but she was still a beauty, if you ignored that she had six hands.
In addition to the two arms at the shoulders, the woman also has four arms on each side of the body. Some of them hold abacus, account book, and writing brush. The arms are spread out and waving, looking like a spirited spider. In fact, this woman is indeed Half-Demon, Zhu Ji, born from an eight-legged spider and a human, and is also the shopkeeper of the Fusheng Pavilion.
"What do you want, sir?" Zhu Ji walked over with a smile on his face, swaying his waist, waving his six hands, and his whole body was filled with excitement for the arrival of a big customer.
Mo Yan silently pulled down the black scarf on his face, revealed his true face, and said, "I'm looking for him!"
Seeing the person coming clearly, the charming smile on Zhu Ji's face fell instantly, and he rolled his eyes. "Tch, I thought he was some big customer, and my whole show was ruined!"
"It's all gone. Stop blowing it and turn off the lights. The crystals are expensive!" Zhu Ji waved his hand to the surroundings.
The music stopped abruptly and the blinding lights were instantly extinguished. Half-Demon immediately returned to their lazy appearance and returned to their positions to continue fishing out of boredom.
Zhu Ji glanced at Mo Yan, took out a pipe from his pocket with his free hand, took a sip, and turned impatiently toward the back of the stairs, followed by Mo Yan.
"I heard that something happened again over there at the Human Clan?" Zhu Ji said, blowing out a puff of white smoke.
The white smoke floating over made Mo Yan frown and said nothing.
Zhu Ji curled his lips in boredom when he saw that he was ignoring people.
The two walked around to a small door behind the stairs. Inside was a wooden suspended Suspension Lift. Mo Yan walked up to Suspension Lift. Outside Suspension Lift, Zhu Ji took his pipe and knocked twice on a bright crystal stone on the wall. Suspension Lift shook a little and began to rise slowly with the sound of creaking machinery.
The hustle and bustle underfoot gradually fades away, and the view passes through the layers of pavilions and reaches the top floor.
The top floor of the Fusheng Pavilion is a separate small courtyard, with all kinds of houses and pavilions. The courtyard is brightly sunny, has a gentle breeze, and is full of exotic flowers and plants. It is like a different world from the weird and wonderful things downstairs.
On a lounge chair in the courtyard, a man in a gray robe was slumped there and basking in the sun. A blue ledger covered his head, and a wine bottle was placed on the ice tray next to him, giving off the slightest bit of air-conditioning.
The man heard the footsteps and lazily took down the book. What was revealed was not a human face, but a fluffy white rabbit head. There was also a pair of weird glazed sunglasses on his face. The round black lenses covered his eyes. The three-petal mouth below moved and lazily said, "Here it comes."
Mo Yan frowned and said seriously, "Immortal Alliance is in trouble."