Chapter 20: Monster, where are you going to escape?
Xue Ling hadn't imagined that a small place like Luocheng could even have a black market.
However, the so-called black market wasn't as shady as Xue Ling had imagined.
Fang Bie led her all the way to a large mansion, above which was a plaque inscribed with the words "A Hundred Rivers Flow into the Sea." As the two young men approached the door, the concierge greeted them, "What are you doing here?" Before Xue Ling could speak, Fang Bie produced a wooden sign from his bosom and waved it before the two men. The concierge's attitude instantly became respectful:
"Please come in, both of you." "
Please come in? "
Xue Ling continued to follow Fang Bie to the door of the large mansion, and then followed him into a small side room with ease.
Inside, the walls were covered with a variety of masks, large and small, made of different materials and featuring various carvings.
"Please choose a mask first," Fang Bie said quietly.
"You first?" Xue Ling asked. Due to her inexperience, she was happy to let Fang Bie demonstrate.
Fang Bie nodded, grabbed a Monkey King mask and put it on himself, then reached for Zhu Bajie's for Xue Ling.
Fortunately, Xue Ling was quick-witted and had already grabbed a wooden green fox mask. "I want this, I want this."
Fang Bie shook his head, his interest paling in the air. He then removed a black smock and handed it to Xue Ling, "Put this on too."
Xue Ling nodded and took it.
With the mask and the smock on, not only did his features disappear, but his figure and even his gender were obscured.
Xue Ling hadn't used any makeup since leaving Yanjing City, so she didn't even smell like a woman. Having just showered, her already faint body odor was barely perceptible.
Xue Ling looked across at Fang Bie, who was wearing a playful Monkey King mask, shrouded in black. He looked rather comical, and Xue Ling couldn't help but chuckle.
"Don't laugh, and don't speak in your natural voice," Fang Bie said, reaching out to help Xue Ling adjust her mask. The young girl's mask featured a pointed, cyan fox face, a rather exaggerated design.
"Come up with a code name. When we go in, we'll all address each other by code names. Don't call each other by our real names," Fang Bie instructed quietly. His voice was now a deep, rich baritone, completely different from his usual clear, youthful voice. Xue Ling had also seen Fang Bie's raspy, youthful voice at the Mountain God Temple, and was already accustomed to his ability to amplify and imitate.
"Me?" Xue Ling thought for a moment. "Then call me Green Fox."
Fang Bie smiled. "Okay, Green Fox, then you can call me Monkey Brother."
"Monkey Brother?" Xue Ling was stunned.
"Yes, Monkey Brother," Fang Bie confirmed. "Monkey Brother, Monkey Brother, you're truly an incredible Monkey Brother."
After saying this, Fang Bie continued to hold Xue Ling's hand and pushed the door open.
Even through the door, Xue Ling felt like she had entered a completely new realm.
When they entered, they had come across a large, august-looking mansion. However, now, in a space close to the main hall, everywhere they looked, they saw black-robed men wearing various masks, walking back and forth from stall to stall. The stall owners also wore masks depicting various demons and monsters, creating a feeling of chaos and chaos.
However, there were clearly over a hundred "demons" gathered in this hall, yet there was no clamor. Everyone spoke in whispers, almost inaudible above ten feet. A blazing fire burned overhead, providing illumination, and the air was filled with a faint, strange incense that made people inexplicably feel a little excited the moment they entered.
"That's a specially made ambergris," Fang Bie's deep baritone voice reached Xue Ling's ears. "It's not poisonous, but it does have some nerve-stimulating effects. Practice some internal breathing exercises and breathe less."
Upon hearing this, Xue Ling quickly activated her Emei internal energy, instantly feeling her originally agitated heart slowly calm down.
As for her family's martial arts skill, Purple Qi from the East, Xue Ling still didn't dare to display it. She could only follow behind Fang Bie, stealing glances at everything around her.
Xue Ling's dark eyes were revealed beneath the wooden green fox mask, but the other people she saw were really just various masks. Almost everyone here was concentrating and holding their breath, obviously not wanting to inhale too much ambergris. Xue Ling looked up at the top of the hall and saw a tall man in red standing there, wearing a ferocious and terrifying Dragon King mask, looking very majestic.
"Who is that person?" Xue Ling tugged at Fang Bie's clothes. Although tugging at clothes was a bit embarrassing, in this situation, not tugging at clothes would make her feel unsafe.
Fang Bie turned around, and Xue Ling pointed at the man in red standing at the top of the hall.
"Dragon King," Fang Bie said quietly. "This is the Dragon King Gathering in Luocheng. The Dragon King presides over this gathering. He's said to possess unfathomable cultivation, reaching the realm of a first-class master."
Xue Ling nodded, seeming to understand.
"In short, this is the Dragon King's territory, and everyone is under his protection," Fang Bie continued.
"So who is the Dragon King?" Xue Ling asked.
Fang Bie couldn't help but smile. "The Dragon King is the Dragon King just like we are Monkey King and Green Fox—code names used when it's inconvenient to reveal our true identities."
"At this Dragon King Gathering, anyone can enter, regardless of their identity. We can exchange resources and gain what we need, as long as they possess the strength and status recognized by the Dragon King."
"Of course, the Dragon King himself is a powerful figure, both in the underworld and in the underworld. There are many speculations about his identity, but few are accurate."
Fang Bie's implication was that perhaps he knew the Dragon King's true identity.
Xue Ling simply felt that the Dragon King gave her a slightly strange feeling, but she couldn't pinpoint what exactly was so strange.
At this moment, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from the front. Ten steps away from them, a man in black wearing the mask of Marshal Tianpeng suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands and struggled and shouted on the spot. It looked like he wanted to strangle himself.
Xue Ling was startled. His first reaction was to go over to check for help, but Fang Bie grabbed his wrist and covered his eyes.
"Don't look."
Fang Bie's deep baritone felt particularly reliable at this moment.
Xue Ling only heard a light snap.
Fang Bie put down his hand. Xue Ling saw that Marshal Tianpeng was lying limply on the ground. The mask fell off, revealing the face of a young man who looked no more than twenty years old. At the same time, a man in red walked through the crowd, grabbed his feet, and dragged him out on the solid wood floor.
"What happened?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.
"He inhaled too much ambergris and became hallucinating and crazy." Fang Bie said calmly.
Xue Ling held his breath instantly.
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