618: The protagonist in prison, Qiong Juanshu encounters the demon

Because of the incident Ning Buxiu caused, the poetry gathering, which was almost finished, came to a complete end.

Everyone chatted with each other as they left the Wanhua Brothel, stepping into their respective carriages.

As for the unconscious Ning Buxiu, he didn't attract Yuwen Mingxuan's slightest attention.

With a wave of his hand, feeling dispirited, he had the attendants from the Ning family who had followed him take him back.

Regarding this matter, although Ning Buxiu was the victim, it still somewhat dampened his spirits.

Watching everyone in the Wanhua Brothel leave, Yuwen Mingxuan, in contemplation, looked at Tu Jia beside him: "General Tu, is it almost time for that thing in Five Directions City to appear, which is why the blade in your hand is acting so strangely?"

The Young Master's voice carried a hint of inquiry and speculation.

Tu Jia's body paused slightly: "There's that possibility. Generally speaking, a Demon Blade will act abnormally when it encounters something more terrifying than itself."

"Then if that thing really does appear, this Demon Blade... General, can you still control it?" Yuwen Mingxuan frowned slightly, sounding a bit uneasy.

"Young Master, you don't need to worry about that. Just let it drink more human blood, and it will stabilize."

"Once my Fusion with it deepens, reaching the same level as that Snake Old man, I can directly eat people to nourish its foundation."

Tu Jia's voice didn't have much emotional fluctuation.

Regarding eating people, it was like a commonplace matter, and he was even firmly moving towards that direction!

Yuwen Mingxuan listened, his expression unchanged.

Perhaps there was a change, but it was one of longing, of envy!

"Rustle rustle rustle ~"

The raindrops falling in the cold wind were like sharp fingers rubbing against the scalp, faint yet clear.

"Ho ho! Eat, eat, eat!"

A strange and frenzied voice echoed in his mind, the increasingly close sound like someone standing beside him, slowly bending down, slowly getting closer!

The fine hairs on his face were slightly stirred.

"Huff! Huff huff huff ~" Ning Buxiu suddenly opened his eyes, like a drowning person suddenly swimming out of the water.

The frantic whispers in his ears instantly disappeared. The surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of Ning Buxiu gasping for breath, which was very noticeable.

"Meow ~" By the window, in the faint candlelight, Ning Buxiu could see a black cat turn around, leap, and leave.

His heart was pounding wildly. Ning Buxiu took several deep breaths before calming down.

The next moment, he felt a wave of pain coming from his right hand, causing a fine layer of sweat to appear on his forehead.

He raised his hand.

His hand had already been bandaged, bulging as if a lot of medicine had been applied, and his dislocated wrist was fixed with a wooden splint.

Looking at the layout of the surroundings, Ning Buxiu felt much more at ease.

This was the Ning family, and he was in his own bedroom.

Those nightmarish whispers just now, if his guess was correct, were some kind of curse brought upon him by the Demon Blade after it devoured his blood.

After all, Ning Buxiu understood the setting of the Demon Blade in the book.

After being sucked by the Demon Blade like that, he was bound to encounter this.

As for the black cat just now, after looking at its figure walking in The Black Night in the monitoring screen, Ning Buxiu knew it was not some ghost.

However, black cats in this World also symbolized misfortune to some extent.

After having so much blood drained by the Demon Blade, his physical condition was extremely weak, so it was not surprising that it would attract black cats.

Even the attraction to some wandering spirits and wild ghosts would increase!

If he couldn't recover his body, he would inevitably become a sickly person who attracted ghosts in the future.

For the sake of that server, he really went all out.

Fortunately, he had some understanding of Tu Jia's character.

In the end, the other party didn't let him be sucked dry by the Demon Blade in front of everyone.

Although the aftereffects were not small, as long as his telephone industry helped him make money and his Martial Arts improved, the aftereffects would naturally not be a problem.

He really needed to make more money and improve his strength as soon as possible.

If the timing was right, it would be at most two months before that thing in Five Directions City truly appeared.

After the skeletons in the Northern Side were exposed, all the exits outside Five Directions City were cut off by evil spirits, and the entire City had fallen into a state where people could only enter but not leave!

Later, it would become even more chaotic due to the influx of ghosts.

Thinking of the situation two months later, Ning Buxiu's current idea was to gather the wealth of the more than 400,000 people in the entire Five Directions City into his Ning family within two months!

...

The night rain continued, and who knows how much terror was bred within it.

Five Directions City, prison.

Zhou Wuji leaned against the greasy wall, sitting on a pile of straw.

At this moment, he had long lost his previous composure.

There were whip marks all over his body from being 'taken care of' upon entering the prison, and his clothes were covered in blood!

Food was placed beside him, but he didn't touch it at all, his face cold and arrogant.

Zhou Wuji's gaze was mostly fixed on the illusory light mass in front of him.

In this light mass, he could see a Zhou family inherited external Martial Arts he had recently Cultivated - Iron Chain Fist.

Iron Chain Fist (Beginner) +

Looking at the line of text in the light mass, Zhou Wuji's thoughts stirred slightly.

"Boom!" In an instant, he felt as if his chest, abdomen, and body were being emptied by a large syringe, and the condensed power began to transform his fists!

Amidst subtle fluctuations, visibly, Zhou Wuji's fists changed from their original paleness to a slightly darker hue.

His fists, including the bones, flesh, and Meridians within them, underwent a strengthening!

He looked at the light mass again.

Iron Chain Fist (First Level)

It had indeed advanced by one level!

However, there was no longer a button to continue upgrading behind it.

And in the next moment, Zhou Wuji felt a surge of frantic hunger, like a flood sweeping over him!

He touched his stomach and found that the area between his chest and abdomen had caved in, and the touch of his hand was a piece of ribs.

As the eldest Young Master of the Zhou family, Zhou Wuji's original body was not fat, but it was well-proportioned and strong.

Now, in just over ten breaths, he was as thin as a street beggar!

It seemed that upgrading the Iron Chain Fist consumed the fat and flesh in his body.

Looking at the rice bowl beside him with green eyes, Zhou Wuji couldn't bear it and ate in large mouthfuls.

After finishing the food in three or two bites, the Man was still very hungry, but at least he could stabilize his emotions.

So this thing could actually allow him to quickly master Martial Arts!

It seemed that he could even accumulate energy and upgrade the Iron Chain Fist to Perfection, and directly escape from prison!

"Qiong family's Qiong Juanshu, Wang family's Wang Shang, Five Directions City County Magistrate, Yuwen Mingxuan, and the people who whipped me when I was imprisoned, you... just wait patiently."

He clenched his fists, and amidst the popping sound of his knuckles, Zhou Wuji's eyes were filled with cold bloodlust.

...

Qiong family.

Qiong Juanshu was quite pleased with himself at the poetry gathering tonight.

Walking down the carriage with a smile on his lips, as he fanned his folding fan, his expression suddenly froze.

Because in front of his view, in the dark night rain curtain, stood a ragged, disheveled beggar.

"Isn't that the beggar from the road? Why is he here?"

Qiong Juanshu muttered, and casually instructed the servants beside him: "Give him over ten copper coins and send this beggar away."

The Man said this in a good mood.

The several servants beside him, however, looked around in confusion: "Young Master, where is there a beggar?"

"Crack!" The folding fan heavily tapped the head of the servant beside him: "Are you blind? Isn't this in front..."

As he said this, Qiong Juanshu's raised tone suddenly choked like a rooster whose throat was squeezed, stopping abruptly.

In front of his view, where the beggar should have been standing, there was no one!

He looked around again, and indeed, there was no trace of the beggar.