165: riot

Night fell.

Gu Changsheng knocked out the Witch Ji on the bed and flipped over to leave.

The Witch Tribe's bodies were powerful, and a brawny Witch Ji, if one were to truly embrace her and sleep for a night, would simply be a nightmare.

Concealing his figure, he quietly arrived in front of the wooden house in the corner of the second floor.

It was the residence of the old man Yan from earlier in the day.

Gu Changsheng performed a spell, applying the Wood Evasion Art to his body, and easily entered the house as if passing through a thin membrane.

Under the dim beast oil lamp, the old man Yan was caressing a string of Source Blood Beads, and in the lamplight, a greedy expression appeared on his face.

Seemingly sensing something, his face suddenly changed, and he looked towards the distant shadow, shouting, "Who!"

Whoosh—

A shadow landed behind him, and a hand stretched out in the dim lamplight.

A moment later.

The old man Yan turned into a dried corpse and fell to the ground.

Gu Changsheng held a large handful of Source Blood Beads, at least several hundred.

He frowned slightly, digesting the Soul-searching information.

"The old fellow is a bit greedy... The Source Blood he exchanged from his contact, he actually sold it for ten times the price... If he hadn't been hiding in the city, many people would have probably wanted to ambush him long ago."

Suddenly, Gu Changsheng's brows relaxed, and a person appeared in his mind, a smile immediately surfacing on his face: "Is Man Gu, the underground leader of the second floor, secretly controlling the Source Blood transactions... In my memory, this person seems to also have channels to communicate with the upper levels... This skin should be good."

He exerted force in his palm, and the sealing wax on the surface of the Source Blood Beads instantly melted, and the surging Qi and blood merged into one.

A ball of purple flame was conjured from his palm, roasting the Source Blood. Immediately, countless Impurities and black Qi evaporated, until only a blood sphere the size of a Dragon's eye remained.

It was pure and flawless, almost solidified.

"Hmm, this quality is barely acceptable..."

Gu Changsheng put away the refined Source Blood and disappeared into the ground, heading straight for a stone warehouse in the southwest direction.

That was the area ruled by Man Gu.

A crude green stone house.

Snoring—

A fat man snored like thunder, embracing a Witch Ji who was no less impressive than him.

"It's you..."

Gu Changsheng's mind stirred, and a phantom image of a demon appeared behind him. The power of the Hell Path was unleashed, and the surrounding scenery rapidly receded. The stone house became a Ghost Domain, isolating it from the outside world.

The terrifying aura instantly woke the two of them.

"Ah!"

"Who!"

Bang—

Gu Changsheng threw a punch, and the Witch Ji's head exploded like a watermelon. Blood splattered and was devoured by the ghostly shadows around them.

"Noisy."

Instantly, Man Gu knelt down, and a foul-smelling liquid seeped from his lower body.

"This Lord, this humble one does not know where I offended you. Please, Lord, forgive me."

As he spoke, he trembled and pulled open the bed board, pulling out a beautifully lacquered black wooden box, from which a clinking sound emanated.

It seemed to be the sound of some spherical objects colliding with each other.

"Lord, these Source Blood Beads are all for you..."

The wooden box opened, filled with Source Blood Beads.

From the trace of Qi that emanated from them, their quality was quite impressive.

Perhaps, this was the original appearance of the Source Blood Beads.

'That dead old man, he even dismantled the genuine articles and mixed them with Witch blood to sell inferior goods... How did he manage to live until now...' Gu Changsheng gathered his thoughts and looked at Man Gu's face with a hint of playfulness: "When you left today, did you step out with your left foot or your right foot first?"

Man Gu was stunned, his fat body shaking, not understanding why. He could only grit his teeth and take a gamble.

"Uh? Probably my left foot..."

Click—

A hand pressed against Man Gu's head. As if his Soul was being extracted, Man Gu trembled and shook all over.

Soul-searching!

"I hate people who step out with their left foot the most.

You violated my taboo.

You deserve to die..."

Gu Changsheng said expressionlessly.

Three breaths later, a massive amount of information was digested.

Gu Changsheng frowned slightly: "A medium-sized tribe on the third floor... conspiring to incite a rebellion in the lower three floors..."

According to the division of Tian Zhu City, the first floor was the slave class, the second floor was the free people, the third floor was the power of various small and medium tribes, the fourth floor was the large tribes, and the fifth floor was the members of the Ten Great Royal Clans.

Inciting a riot on the third floor was probably because the small and medium tribes were unwilling to accept the exploitation of the upper levels any longer.

'Wait, in this world, the strength of the Ten Great Royal Clans crushes all small and medium tribes. They can easily destroy small tribes with a backhand.

Even if all the third-floor tribes united, it would be absolutely impossible to overthrow them.

Unless... someone is supporting them from behind!'

Gu Changsheng's eyes flickered, and he fell into thought.

Was it the indigenous Witch Tribe, or... people from Shu Mountain?

Was the rebellion limited to just the lower three floors?

"The situation is unclear; it's best to observe in secret.

The matter of replacing Pan Jia must be put on hold to avoid getting involved."

Gu Changsheng thought for a moment. If the Cave Profound Old Monster from Shu Mountain was secretly guiding it, the rebellion might not be limited to just the third floor.

Bang—

He punched Man Gu's head, and his figure flashed, quickly returning to his residence.

The next day.

The old man Yan was discovered dead in his house by Witch Tribe members who came to trade.

Soon, a large crowd gathered to watch the commotion.

"Pah... Old man, good riddance!"

"That old skinflint Yan should have been killed long ago.

Last time I exchanged my Twin-Headed Heavenly Kui Ox beast for Source Blood, that old man only gave me three. That damned miser!"

"Good riddance!"

Soon, another piece of news broke: Man Gu, the ruler of the second floor's underground, had also died.

"How is that possible! Man Gu... he's a warrior with a hundred thousand jin of strength. Who could have killed him so silently!"

"Envious. Man Gu had connections with the higher-ups. He probably had at least ten thousand Source Blood Beads in his possession.

Making this score would truly make one rich."

"Perhaps there's still Source Blood left in his residence..."

"What a beautiful dream you're having. His subordinates have already turned his lair upside down, and they didn't even find a single hair."

The crowd was discussing animatedly, and many with keen senses noticed something amiss and secretly left the city.

The stone house residence.

Zhou Xin was using beast oil to maintain his silver armor, cursing, "That old man, he deserved to die!

The Source Blood Beads he sold me were all inferior goods mixed with Witch blood!"

Beside him, Mo Lin silently smoked her pipe, her brows tightly furrowed.

"The situation is a bit off. Man Gu was a local tyrant supported by the third floor on the second floor.

He was killed for no reason, yet the higher-ups haven't sent down an enforcement team to investigate.

It's illogical... Moreover, Sang Zi, Mo Ke, and a few other old foxes are packing their belongings, secretly planning to withdraw for a while..."

'Their senses are quite sharp...' Gu Changsheng walked in.

"Pan Jia, don't run around, you brat.

The atmosphere outside isn't right. It's best to wait for the enforcement team to calm the situation..."

Zhou Xin said with concern.

As he spoke, he started cursing again.

"Damn it, that scoundrel who killed the old man Yan suddenly cut off my channel for exchanging Source Blood.

It will take at least a month for the higher-ups to support a new agent."

Hearing this, Gu Changsheng's forehead darkened, and he silently picked up a cup of boiled beast milk.

Who would have thought that the mastermind behind the deaths of Man Gu and the old man Yan was sitting in a small dark room leisurely sipping beast milk?

The rebellion came faster than expected.

That evening, rebellions broke out simultaneously on the first, second, and third floors.

The patrols on the third floor were killed immediately. Angry slaves and Witch Tribe members gnawed on their flesh and digested traces of Witch blood in their stomachs.

Instantly, people were terrified and hid in their residences, closing their doors.

However, the riot showed signs of escalating.

Click—

The door was pushed open, and a black-haired, eerie creature jumped in, its arms rigidly embedded, its claws black, exuding poisonous light.

"A monstrosity!"

"Damn it, how can there be such creatures in the riot Team!" Zhou Xin exclaimed.

Rip—

Mo Lin panted, splitting the creature's head with an axe, and foul-smelling brain fluid splattered.

Beside them, Gu Changsheng's pupils constricted slightly.

This was not a monstrosity... it was a Refined Corpse!

This refining technique... originated from the Yan Family.

'The mastermind... is it the Ancestor of the Yan Family...'