112: Chapter 112 Martial Artists in Bailang Funeral Home

The two demons held the old man's middle finger in the corners of their mouths, chewing finely and sucking slowly, as if it were an inexhaustible delicacy.

They chatted as they walked.

They walked away together.

While marveling at the deliciousness of humans,

they also lamented the exhaustion of collecting bodies.

Qin Feng silently watched the figures of the two demons as they walked out of the alley and left.

The light from the Upper City stretched and twisted the demons' shadows, making them indescribable. The two rows of leaning, dilapidated buildings were shrouded in these eldritch shadows, appearing so humble and insignificant.

The tenants packed inside the dilapidated buildings were sound asleep in their sweet dreams.

They were completely unaware.

The two demons outside could easily take their lives.

After the two demons finished collecting the bodies, they left.

But that didn't mean they didn't want to eat people.

They simply knew...

The humans packed into these two dilapidated buildings were all crops waiting to be harvested. And where was the destination for crops? Inevitably and absolutely... it could only be the granary, and the mouths and bellies of one demon after another.

"This damn city..."

"Damn Upper City..."

"Damn... demons..."

Qin Feng couldn't help but clench his fists.

But he had to slowly loosen them again.

He hadn't expected it.

Regarding Xia Qingchuan,

there was actually a secret past involving "Demon-Slaying Weapons."

The image of Xia Qingchuan's gentle and slightly shy smile surfaced in his mind. He found it hard to imagine what kind of mindset and determination the past Xia Qingchuan had held, planning to popularize "Demon-Slaying Weapons" in the Lower City, intending to awaken the innate spirit of resistance in the people there.

But...

The people of the Lower City had been kneeling for too long.

When they had the chance to stand up, the first thing they did was actually point their guns at their own kind.

"The people of the Upper City are certainly detestable."

"But the people of the Lower City... are they really worth saving?"

Qin Feng shook his head.

He cast aside the stray thoughts in his mind.

No matter what.

He wasn't Xia Qingchuan.

Nor was he that noble.

What he valued most right now was still improving his own strength and becoming a powerful Martial Artist.

In this world where man eats man,

only strength

is eternal!

"I'll continue collecting dead eggs of the demon god."

"Right, according to what that female demon said, dead eggs that have completely lost their vitality can be made into 'Demon-Slaying Weapons,' though the formula for the weapons has been lost."

"But in the underground base, perhaps I can find this lost formula among Xia Qingchuan's many notes?"

Qin Feng naturally had no intention of popularizing Demon-Slaying Weapons.

He wanted them for his own use.

If he ever encountered a demon he couldn't deal with, these Demon-Slaying Weapons could at least serve as a trump card.

...

An hour later.

It was now nearly two in the morning.

Whether by the roadsides, in the alleys, or in the trash heaps, the bodies of whispering syndrome patients were mostly scattered, one here and one there.

But many littles make a mickle.

The number was quite significant.

Currently, Qin Feng had collected thirty-six dead eggs of the demon god.

As well as twenty-two useless dead eggs that had completely lost their vitality.

For the sake of easy distinction,

Qin Feng simply renamed them "Corrupted Eggs."

These "Corrupted Eggs" would automatically rot and decompose after a period of time, emitting a strange, fishy stench. Qin Feng did not plan to use them to feed the dragon essence ginseng fruit.

He had previously left a Hidden Body in the underground base.

As early as an hour ago,

he had already been using his consciousness to control the Hidden Body to quickly flip through Xia Qingchuan's remaining notes. However, there were no results for the time being; he hadn't found the formula for the "Demon-Slaying Weapon" yet.

"The Bailang District funeral parlor is up ahead. Tsk, just as I thought, it really has a heavy Demonic Qi. The air is full of that special 'musky' smell from demons."

Qin Feng activated his "Hide" skill to its full extent.

He observed a building in the distance.

That building was constructed with a rather ancient Yanxia style.

Earlier, in the fox demon's memories, that Tribunal was also full of ancient Yanxia style. It seemed the demons in Canglang City were very fond of this style.

However, although the Bailang Funeral Parlor exuded an ancient style, the overall impression was that it was very new.

Clearly, it was regularly maintained and repaired.

One could tell at a glance that they had a lot of money.

The living conditions of the Bailang Funeral Parlor clearly surpassed most of the residences in the Lower City. Even Boss Liu's Lower City mansion at the Rising Sun Behemoth Factory likely couldn't compare.

"As a demon stronghold, this Bailang Funeral Parlor doesn't seem to be very heavily guarded on the surface. There isn't even a security guard at the door."

Qin Feng observed carefully.

At first, he had some doubts.

But then he understood.

What Lower City person would be so blind as to sneak into this funeral parlor for no reason?

Huh?

Why did it feel like he was insulting himself?

Cough, cough...

In short, ordinary people would definitely avoid this funeral parlor at all costs. By turning this place into a stronghold, they didn't have to worry about anyone coming to cause trouble, so naturally, there was no need to set up any guards.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Qin Feng observed a few more times.

He confirmed there was no threat.

Nor was there any demon god power guarding it.

He first left a Hidden Body in the distance as an anchor to ensure he could teleport back at any time.

Then, he fully activated his "Hide" skill.

He stepped into the funeral parlor.

“Hiss... so cold!”

The temperature in the funeral parlor dropped by more than ten degrees instantly. It was already the cold winter season, but the temperature inside the parlor was even lower, like an ice cellar.

"Did they use some special means to lower the temperature across the area?"

"After all, to preserve human corpses as 'food,' they must need low temperatures, otherwise they would rot very quickly."

Qin Feng quickly walked around.

He found that there were no people in the funeral parlor.

In fact...

There wasn't even a single corpse.

"No corpses?"

Qin Feng's brow furrowed.

But then he seemed to realize something:

"Could it be that they aren't stored in the Material Plane, but rather... in the Inner World of the Ether Layer?"

His heart stirred.

His steps seemed to reveal a strange rhythm as he took a light step forward.

Hum!

In his eyes, the space

actually rippled like a wave.

In the next moment, the scenery in the Bailang Funeral Parlor suddenly changed, revealing a bizarre world of pale white and eerie red.

Patter!

Patter!

Raindrops seemed to be falling continuously from the air.

They fell on Qin Feng's forehead.

"Hmm?"

Qin Feng touched it, his pupils shrinking slightly. "Is it blood?"

Eerie red blood-like droplets seeped from the inside of the ceiling and dripped down incessantly. The funeral parlor in the Inner World still looked like a funeral parlor, but not only had the temperature dropped several degrees further, the entire building was actually piled high with white snow.

The white snow was soaked with the blood-like droplets,

appearing somewhat eye-piercing and tragic.

"This doesn't seem to be blood; it doesn't have that special metallic smell. Instead... it has the smell of chemical reagents. Is it some kind of antiseptic chemical liquid?"

Qin Feng sniffed it.

It was very pungent.

He couldn't help but frown.

He looked up at the ceiling:

"These blood-like antiseptic chemical liquids are seeping out from the ceiling. Inside this ceiling... is there something perishable placed there?"

"Also, why is the Ether Layer Inner World of this Bailang Funeral Parlor piled with white snow? Even if the temperature is cold, this is inside a building after all. Could it be snowing indoors?"

Just as he was feeling puzzled,

Qin Feng's eyes shifted.

He seemed to have noticed something.

His figure flashed,

hiding even deeper.

At the same time,

the sound of a cart rang out.

"Creak..."

"Creak..."

The cart seemed very old, making a harsh and grating friction sound. In Qin Feng's field of vision, he saw a figure slowly approaching, pushing a cart specifically used for moving corpses.

The cart was covered with a white cloth, and something seemed to be placed on it, resembling the silhouette of a person.

But this person's silhouette was a bit small.

And behind the cart,

besides the figure pushing it,

there was also a tall figure with hands behind her back. This figure wore a black dress with a white apron over it. She looked like a woman and had her hair in a high bun.

As they walked,

this woman suddenly spoke:

"Please remember, the one we are about to see is an officer from the human Yanxia Nation's Martial Artist army. Although this officer's head was severed and his body destroyed, he still possesses powerful vitality."

"Do not approach him easily."

"The last little demon like you was eaten by that human Martial Artist officer because he got too close. Remember, remember, do not approach. Do you understand?"

The little demon pushing the cart nodded:

"I understand."

"But..."

"Isn't it usually us demons who eat humans? Why is it the other way around now, with humans eating demons?"