Lin Qingyang stepped forward and poked the wine rat. "Okay, don't pretend to be dead. Tell me quickly, what kind of poison was in that batch of wine?"
Hearing this, the drunk mouse raised his head with a bruised nose and swollen face, and cried, "It's unfair! It's really unfair! Even if I had ten courages, I wouldn't dare to poison the Demon King's Palace!"
"Think clearly, if you don't tell me now, I will let him ask." Lin Qingyang said and pointed back at Cang Mo with his thumb.
The drunk rat looked over tremblingly, and met Mo Sen's frighteningly cold gaze. He trembled with fright, lowered his head and rubbed his short hands, his eyes flashed, and he hesitated for a long time, then whispered in a low voice, "Actually, I didn't poison, it's just that... The spiritual fruit has increased recently. The price has gone up a lot... I just... just to save costs... I used old fruits that are slightly expired, some may have a little hair on them... I think I won't be able to tell when it's made into wine, who knows..."
There was silence in the dark room, and Lin Qingyang said speechlessly for a while, "So they are actually... food poisoning?"
"I thought the monster race had rough skin and thick flesh, and it would be okay to grow some hair. Who would have thought so hard." The drunk mouse shrank his head and whispered.
Lin Qingyang closed his eyes. No wonder the antidote prepared by the old tree demon Gu Teng didn't work. He had a bad stomach after doing it for a long time!
Cang Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at the drunk mouse, his eyes clearly wanted to strangle him to death.
The drunkard trembled when he saw him, and hid next to Lin Qingyang, saying in fear, "I really just want to save some money, I really don't want to harm anyone!"
Lin Qingyang turned around and looked at Cang Mo, divided half of the spirit stone ticket in his hand and patted it into Cang Mo's arms.
"It's considered compensation for your medical expenses." Lin Qingyang said.
Cang Mo glanced at him, said nothing, raised his hand and took the money.
"The rest..." Drunken Mouse asked weakly.
"The rest is the fine from Yinshi." Lin Qingyang said and stuffed the remaining spirit stone tickets into his pocket.
The drunkard looked at him with a pained face, but his life was in other people's hands and he didn't dare to speak.
"This is your fault for hurting someone." Lin Qingyang said, his face became serious, "If you dare to tell a lie again, I will destroy you first without him taking action."
The drunk mouse nodded desperately. "You ask! You ask! I know everything I know!"
"Where did the fragment of the Nine Heavens Sword that Tie Zhenshan took from you come from a month ago?" Lin Qingyang asked, staring at him.
When the drunkard heard this, he quickly said, "That... I really bought that! I bought it at an antique stall in Shadow Cave. I heard before that Tie Zhenshan spent a lot of money to buy the fragments of the Nine Heavens Sword in order to repair the Excalibur. I thought that if I didn't make a profit, I bought it at that time."
"Where is the Shadow Cave?" Lin Qingyang frowned.
The drunk rat shrank his head and whispered, "It's just a black market. There are a lot of things in it that you can't buy from the human race, but they are quite valuable if you go there."
"You do know how to do business. Cutting corners doesn't count, you even do smuggling!" Lin Qingyang was so angry at this profiteer that he laughed because the source of the tragedy of the Red Lian Sect's annihilation was actually caused by this rat's greed for money!
"Who sold you the fragments?" Lin Qingyang asked.
The drunk mouse said with a bitter face, "I don't know who that person is. He is all wrapped in a black robe. From the sound of his voice, he should be a man."
"No characteristics at all?" Cang Mo glanced at Liquor Mouse coldly.
The drunk mouse trembled with fright and quickly said, "Yes! Yes! I remember I accidentally fell when I was walking, and then... I looked at him. He had no legs under his cloak, and it seemed like there was nothing under the cloak..."
Hearing this, Lin Qingyang's pupils shrank suddenly and he froze in place. A bone-chilling chill shot from the soles of his feet to the sky, and even his fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The once terrifying memories burst through the floodgates in an instant, and a name flashed through my mind like a nightmare - Bi Yue!
Lin Qingyang stood frozen on the spot, his face turned pale. Seeing Lin Qingyang's sudden change of expression and Cang Mo's gloomy expression, the drunkard was a little overwhelmed for a moment and huddled in the corner, not daring to speak any more.
Cang Mo glanced at Lin Qingyang's fingertips that were clenched until they turned white. He frowned and said, "That's enough questions. Let's go out first."
Seeing that Lin Qingyang still didn't respond, she simply stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, pulling him out.
Before going up the stairs, he looked coldly at the drunkard and said, "Get out!"
The drunk rat trembled with fright, crawled up from the ground, and followed him tremblingly.
Outside the darkroom, shopkeeper Yangjiao and Yinyu have been waiting for a long time.
The slightly dazzling sunlight poured down, bringing a hint of warmth, and Lin Qingyang felt that the bone-chilling chill dissipated a little. Cang Mo let go of his wrist, but his eyes still stayed on his face for a moment before he turned away lightly.
In the gap in the rockery behind him, the drunk mouse timidly poked his head out and glanced at Cang Mo.
Cang Mo didn't look at him, but coldly told Yin Yu: "Take him to see Gu Teng. If he can't be cured, chop him into pieces and use them as fertilizer."
"Yes!" Yinyu responded and stepped forward, picking up the wine mouse like a chicken.
"Your Highness, I don't dare anymore, please spare me!" The drunken rat shouted in panic, but Yin Yu directly transformed into wings, lifted him up into the air, and flew towards the Demon King's Palace.
"Ah!!! Save me! I pay so much tax to Yin City every year..."
The screams of the drunken rat quickly disappeared as Silver Feather rose into the sky. Lin Qingyang came back to her senses and took a deep breath. Seeing Cang Mo's attitude, she didn't intend to kill him. She thought that this profiteer should be taught a lesson, so she didn't say anything.
"How much do you know about the Shadow Cave that Drunkard mentioned just now?" Lin Qingyang asked seriously, his eyes returning to sharpness.
Cang Mo glanced at him and was about to speak when the shopkeeper Yangjiao next to him responded with a very discerning eye, "The Shadow Cave is located in the underground caves on the eastern outskirts of Demon Emperor City. The terrain there is complicated and miasma-filled, and the people there are all desperadoes, as well as many criminals who have been exiled by various tribes. It is a no-nonsense zone. Even within the boundaries of Demon Emperor City, it is not governed by the law. I heard that there is a lot of chaos inside."
"You know quite a lot." Cang Mo snorted coldly.
The shopkeeper Yangjiao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "It's all just hearsay."
Cang Mo ignored him and turned to look at Lin Qingyang and said, "It's getting late, let's go back first." After that, he turned around and walked out, and Lin Qingyang had to follow him in a hurry.
At the entrance of Baoyue Pavilion, the luxurious carriage rose into the air again and flew towards the Demon King's Palace.
In the carriage, Lin Qingyang sat on a soft fur cushion, with the words of the drunken rat echoing in his mind. The Nine Heavens Sword is a divine weapon of the human race and an ancient object from five hundred years ago. Ordinary monsters cannot recognize it at all, let alone collect the fragments. If the person behind it is really Bi Yue...
Thinking of that madman, Lin Qingyang felt a twitching feeling in his stomach. Since the battle in Tianshui City five years ago, Bi Yue seemed to have disappeared from the world without a trace. Could it be that he has been hiding in the Monster Clan?
Cang Mo sat across from him, his eyes falling on Lin Qingyang's hands on his knees. His fingers were tightly clenching the hem of his clothes, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.
"The matter hasn't been clarified yet, so it's not necessarily him." Cang Mo suddenly spoke in a low voice, breaking the silence in the car.
Lin Qingyang raised her eyes and looked at him, with a rare solemn look in her eyes as she said, "No matter what, I still have to go to the Shadow Cave to have a look."
Cang Mo frowned and looked at him. "It's not the Demon Emperor's City there. There are no rules. In your current state, are you going to serve as a snack for others?"
"Isn't it you?" Lin Qingyang said matter-of-factly, and then looked at Cang Mo, "Why, the majestic demon king can't defeat a group of rabble?"
Cang Mo glanced at him, looked at him silently for a moment, and then said slowly, "It's too late today, I'll go with you tomorrow."
Hearing this, Lin Qingyang calmed down, poured herself a glass of wine, and turned to look out the window.
The setting sun was setting in the west, and the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the continuous Demon Emperor City a dark red. Opposite him, Cang Mo's eyes fell on the face stained by the setting sun.