Chapter 76

As Sang Yuanyuan looked at the scene in front of him, his emotions surged. He did not know whether to be shocked or angry.

The passage You Wuming had opened was connected to a half-built palace.

Five large braziers were lit in the middle of the palace, illuminated by spiritual flames. The brightness was almost equivalent to the dusk after the sun had set.

There were about three to four hundred craftsmen in the palace. They were crouching on tall and short wooden ladders. They were carefully carving complicated and exquisite patterns on the stone walls.

The completed half of the palace was beautiful and magnificent. Just by looking at that half, one could not imagine that this was dozens of meters deep underground.

However, when one looked at the unfinished half, one would know that it was originally a large stone cave that had been crudely dug.

Looking out from the open palace door, the exquisite and magnificent palace stretched to the end of one's vision. Like ants, the craftsmen crawled on the walls, pillars, and the dome.

This beautiful and magnificent underground city had been built with the blood, sweat, and tears of countless people.

It was because each of the craftsmen crouching on the wooden ladders had their legs broken. They were twisted on the wooden ladders in an extremely strange position.

When such a large hole had suddenly opened on the wall and two unfamiliar people, a cloud beast, and a strange doll had appeared, the craftsmen could not escape. They could only look at Sang Yuanyuan's group with their mouths wide open in fear.

Judging from their movements and expressions, these people had most likely lost the ability to make a sound.

Sang Yuanyuan unconsciously clenched You Wuming's hand tightly.

He clicked his tongue lightly and said regretfully, "It seems that we need to change the plan."

Although he had already expected that the craftsmen who built the underground city must have been locked underground for a long time and could not see the light of day, he did not expect the Qin family to be so ruthless. They had broken their legs and cut their throats to prevent any possibility of news leaking out.

"The original plan was?" Sang Yuanyuan's voice trembled slightly.

He curled his lips. "Drive them away and let the Nether Demons fill this place. We will give Qin Yuquan a big surprise."

Sang Yuanyuan looked at these terrified craftsmen who could not move too far away and slowly pursed his lips.

These people did not have the ability to escape. If the Nether Demons came in, they would die without a doubt.

This was only one of the palaces.

Outside the open door of the palace, the sound of chiseling could be heard incessantly, reverberating in the vast space. Obviously, the Underground King City was already quite large.

There were at least tens of thousands of people below.

How could it be easy to save so many people who couldn't move?

She suddenly froze and looked at You Wuming.

This lunatic who could lure the Nether Demons into the Heavenly Capital, was now considering the lives of the craftsmen?

When he saw her expression, he knew what she was thinking.

He said impatiently, "If I let the Underworld Demon bite them to death, Little Sang Guo, you will definitely throw a tantrum with me."

After pondering for a moment, he leaped out of the cave and used his saber to cut off a boulder that was about the same size as the entrance of the passage, sealing the passage.

"Let's go."

Under the horrified gazes, You Wuming leisurely led the way out of the hall.

Sang Yuanyuan sighed and followed him out of the hall — — these craftsmen could not move or make a sound, so there was no need to worry about them snitching.

"There should be a supervisor underground, right?" Sang Yuanyuan asked in a low voice.

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the crisp sound of a whip striking a person's body from the front.

The craftsmen were all mute and could not make a sound even if they were hit.

"Slacking off, slacking off!

Who told you to slack off!

I, your father, have eight generations of bad luck to have this bullshit job, accompanying you useless things and not seeing the light of day all year round!

You still dare to slack off for me?! "

Sang Yuanyuan stopped.

You Wuming's long eyes slanted and swayed into the palace on his right.

He saw a person dressed as a supervisor whipping a craftsman on the ground.

The craftsman's hair was white and he was curled up into a ball, trembling non-stop.

Another supervisor pretended to persuade him: "Hey, hey, hey, that's enough. You've already killed eight people this month. Think about it yourself."

The one whipping the craftsman stopped and sneered: "Come on, you've already killed nine people. Who are you talking about?

I've only killed eight people, and it's already the end of the month. If I don't use them now, I'll be wasting my quota. "

The craftsmen around him were so scared that their shoulders trembled and their hands and feet became even more nimble, afraid that they would be targeted and become the next target.

In order to supervise the progress, each supervisor could kill nine people every month.

Except for the few craftsmen who worked the fastest and became role models, the rest of the craftsmen could be disliked by the supervisors and become the next target to be killed.

The one lying on the ground was obviously weak and was targeted because he was too slow.

Sang Yuanyuan's pupils contracted and he clenched his fists.

"Little Sang Guo is angry." You Wuming chuckled.

His unscrupulous voice alerted the two supervisors in the hall.

The two turned their heads and saw that the people in front of them were a man and woman with beautiful appearances and neat clothes. For a moment, they were stunned and didn't know how to react.

You Wuming leisurely walked in front of the two.

His steps were confident and leisurely, and he grabbed the shoulders of the two supervisors, one in each hand.

"In life," You Wuming said with a serious face, "anything can happen.

Sometimes, when you're in trouble, you'll always hope that the people around you will be kinder to you. "

The two noticed that he had an unusual temperament and guessed that he was probably a high-ranking official who came down to inspect. They smiled embarrassedly: "My lord, the rules below are like this. It's not that we're unkind, it's just for the sake of the progress of the project.

My lord, you don't know how crafty these things are. If it weren't for the frequent beating, this mausoleum would already be half as good as it is now! "

The supervisors at the bottom didn't know that they were building an underground city, and only thought that it was a royal mausoleum.

The other person also smiled and said: "My lord, these rules were set by the higher-ups. If you feel that they're unreasonable, you can submit more reports to the higher-ups. Maybe they can change the rules, don't you think so?"

You Wuming's face turned cold: "When I'm talking, I don't need you to talk."

His palm flashed with a lightning flame.

The two supervisors wanted to continue arguing, but they suddenly felt a burning sensation in their throats. They opened their mouths, but just like the mutes, they couldn't make any sound.

You Wuming let go of his hand. The two immediately wanted to run outside, but he lightly kicked them to the ground and casually broke their legs.

The two supervisors were in so much pain that their faces twisted, and they struggled silently on the ground.

How could a normal person resist the power of the lightning flame?

In just one move, their vocal cords and legs were completely crippled.

You Wuming slowly squatted down, one in each hand, and held them down. He said with an incomparably gentle voice: "What I said just now, did you hear it clearly?

Life is unpredictable, accidents can happen at any time. One moment you have power in your hands, the next moment, you can't say for sure what will happen.

In the future, when you become a craftsman, you must remember not to be lazy and play tricks.

Since you're so stubborn about the 'rules', you don't need to pray that the new supervisor will be kind to you. "

He smiled gently, stretched out his hand, and patted the two's faces twice to comfort them. Then he got up, took out a silk cloth from his bosom, wiped his hands, and threw it to the side.

He walked back to the entrance of the main hall, grabbed Sang Yuanyuan, and jumped onto the short-lived's back.

"This kind of thing is happening everywhere, we can't do anything about it." Sang Yuanyuan reluctantly smiled at him.

She knew that You Wuming was willing to meddle in this matter just to make her feel a little better.

But this underground city was so big, and there were countless supervisors and craftsmen. If they were to clean up every place, who knows how long it would take.

Moreover, the root cause of this matter was not underground, but above ground.

You Wuming touched the top of her head with his chin, and said leisurely: "If we don't save that little old man, Little Sang Guo won't be able to think clearly for the whole day.

I can't bear to see you depressed. "

With a pull of the reins, the short-lived was like a bolt of white lightning, quickly passing through the palace, accurately avoiding every supervisor who was patrolling back and forth.

"Those two supervisors, will they really become craftsmen?

Although they can't speak, they can still write. There will always be a way to tell others what happened today. "Sang Yuanyuan asked very casually.

"Ha."

You Wuming smiled confidently: "When those craftsmen come back to their senses, they will definitely disfigure their faces, strip off their clothes, and not give them a chance to tell others their identities.

Did you see those craftsmen's eyes?

The hatred hidden in them has been ignited by the fire of revenge, and turned into a poisonous flame. "

Sang Yuanyuan lightly breathed in, momentarily speechless.

You Wuming slowly said: "Torturing those two supervisors, making them suffer without being able to speak, and have grievances without being able to complain, will become the greatest source of happiness for the rest of these craftsmen's lives. That kind of happiness will even surpass any moment before they were caught underground."

"Little Sang Guo, I really don't want to fill your eyes with the darkness of the world."

When he said this, his tone was unconsciously tinged with a strange and ethereal dignity.

It was like the indifference and compassion that only existed in legends, unique to gods.

Sang Yuanyuan's heartstrings trembled, and she was speechless for a long time.

You Wuming leisurely pulled on the reins, wandering between these magnificent palaces.

Only to see that in the places that were completely completed, the walls and pillars of the palaces were painted with bright and beautiful colors.

When the time came, as long as they moved their belongings in, it would be a rich and happy nest.

Sang Yuanyuan frowned: "These craftsmen are the young and strong men who have 'disappeared' over the years."

Every year, countless people would disappear from the face of the earth due to all kinds of accidents.

Who would have thought that there would be a portion of them who would be locked up in the dark underground, working day and night?

You Wuming rubbed her head: "I'll take you to see something happy!"

Pulling on the reins, Shorty braked suddenly, passing through several deserted corridors, and arrived outside a palace where the sound of digging was particularly neat.

You Wuming took her down from Shorty's back, stretched out a finger, and put it to her lips: "Shhh."

Sang Yuanyuan heard a rhythmic and clear 'pa pa' sound coming from the open palace door.

The 'ding ding' sound of digging on the stone wall was extremely rhythmic, following the rhythm of the clapping of palms.

The clapping stopped.

"That's all for today!

Everyone has worked hard, happy cooperation, happy cooperation!

Come, come, come, come, get your steamed buns — today, my portion of pig head meat accidentally fell into one of the steamed buns. Come, come, come, let's see who has the most luck to pick up my pitiful bit of oil today! "

Sang Yuanyuan was stunned, leaning on the huge and exquisite stone door to look into the palace.

She saw that the one who spoke was a supervisor, his appearance was not much different from the two people You Wuming just now.

He stood next to a basket of white steamed buns, drooping his eyebrows, and handed the steamed buns one by one to the craftsmen who moved over.

Soon, one of the craftsmen ate the pig head meat filling.

He raised the half steamed bun in his hand high up, and the craftsmen around him all showed envious and friendly smiles.

The supervisor crossed his arms and stood to the side, smiling with narrowed eyes.

The atmosphere was joyous and harmonious.

Sang Yuanyuan stole a glance, and couldn't help but show a smile on her face.

You Wuming happily hugged her, and continued to move forward.

"How do you know there's a kind supervisor?" She asked in surprise.

"Silly fruit."

You Wuming said very naturally, "People are like this, there are all kinds of people, as long as there are enough of them, you can find any kind of person among them.

This kind, is actually quite common.

Don't think he's stupid, he's very smart, the progress of his subordinates is definitely one of the best. "

Sang Yuanyuan looked at him a little absent-mindedly.

She thought that perhaps this was the so-called 'structure'. He had seen too many people, too many things, and possessed too much territory. This allowed his mind to store an extremely rich amount of experience. When faced with any situation, he had a rough idea in his heart. Naturally, he would have a graceful bearing, as well as strategizing as if everything was within his expectations.

"What's wrong?" He looked down at her.

"Nothing, I just think you're very amazing." She said sincerely.

You Wuming's black eyes immediately overflowed with a smile, but his face pretended as if nothing had happened, and he muttered: "This is nothing.

Little Sang Guo, you definitely won't be able to guess, the pig head meat that this person put in the steamed buns is actually a very small portion, most of it still went into his stomach. "

Sang Yuanyuan giggled: "I don't care at all whether he has a lot of pig head meat or not.

But You Wuming, do you know that Shang Ming is already very hungry? "

Shang Ming: Madly nodded.

You Wuming: "… …"

He decided to pay his respects to this friendly supervisor.

After taking a few turns, they found the supervisor's residence nearby. Following the smell of the pig head meat, they found the big pot of pig head meat that the supervisor had kept warm on the stove. They let Short-life eat until his mouth was full of oil.

After eating, You Wuming took out two Earth Spirit Solidifying Jade Crystals from the puppet's cloth bag, and threw them into the oily pot that Shang Ming had licked, as a reward.

"This kid got lucky, this king never takes free food." He had a faint smile on his lips, pulled on the reins, and left the palace complex.

Sang Yuanyuan knew why he did that.

By leaving behind the Earth Spirit Solidifying Jade Crystals, this person would know that his pig head meat was not secretly eaten by his subordinates, but was his own opportunity.

This was a dark abyss, one careless move would cause complete depravity.

If the friendly atmosphere between this supervisor and the craftsmen was destroyed because of a plate of pig head meat, then it would be like turning a person into a demon, and creating a great undertaking.

You Wuming actually cherished all the kindness in this world.

After feeding Shang Ming, You Wuming pulled on the reins, and leisurely walked around the luxuriously renovated half of the underground palace complex for a while, and chose an especially large palace.

There was no one left in these completed palaces, because there was no need to.

This place was luxurious and empty, and really looked like an underground tomb.

"Above, is Qin Yuquan's palace." You Wuming's eyes were certain.

Sang Yuanyuan nodded.

Although she did not have a sense of direction, she could feel that the entire underground palace complex radiated in all directions with this place as the center.

Building the core hub of the underground city under the old site of the king's city did indeed have a sense of belonging and commemoration.

You Wuming swung his blade, and streaks of green-white lightning were waved towards the roof of the palace, silently sinking into the rock stratum that was several feet high.

He was extremely focused, tilting his head, squinting his eyes, and constantly looking at the roof of the palace, adding streaks of lightning to the seemingly undamaged roof of the underground city.

After working for more than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he finally put away his blade in satisfaction, and said with a smirk, "Alright, next, we have to find a good place to watch the show."

Pulling on the reins, Shang Ming strode away from the side palace.

You Wuming found a suitable place, and like how he came, he blasted a neat passage in the wall, and then brought Sang Yuanyuan away from the palace complex. After arriving at a crack in the abyss, he dug a mountain rock from the side to block the gap.

"You Wuming." Sang Yuanyuan poked him.

"Hm?" He was looking proudly at the wall of the passage that had been sealed back to its original state.

"The wall where you just blasted is full of patterns."

You Wuming, "…"

So it was meaningless for him to carefully seal the passage back to its original state.

His black eyes turned, and as if nothing had happened, he commanded Shang Ming to continue forward.

"Go out from the abyss where Qin Zhou sacrificed people," he said calmly.

Although there was an entrance to the underground city, it must be heavily guarded. Leaving from there would definitely alert the enemy.

So You Wuming chose to return to the abyss passage where the Nether Demons gathered, and leave the underground through the abyss.

Sang Yuanyuan could not help but look back in the direction of the underground city.

You Wuming pushed her head away, "Little Sang Guo, don't worry, it's been so many years, a day or two won't make a difference. Before leaving Qin Zhou, I'll definitely solve this problem for you."

She said, "Yes, I know, you're a big hero."

The two looked at each other and smiled, understanding tacitly.

Soon, You Wuming found the abyss under Qin Zhou by following the winding and well-connected underground network.

Sang Yuanyuan was completely impressed by his navigation skills.

In this kind of underground without any reference point, and without a compass on him, it was already a very heaven-defying ability to figure out the north, south, east, and west. But he was still able to find the entrance of the abyss without turning back.

The Nether Demons gathered, and he casually sent out a circle of green-white thunder flames, sweeping it onto the surrounding stone walls.

Thunder and fire intertwined, and the pitiful Nether Demons turned into pools of unknown black matter, splattering all over the walls like ink.

You Wuming very naturally and carelessly tilted his head to Sang Yuanyuan and said, "See, I made a move, so you won't have another chance to collect Solid Jade Crystals."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

You Wuming glanced at her.

He found that her expression, could very easily jump between sincerity and perfunctory.

"Little Sang Guo, you're really talented." He praised with an indescribable expression.

Sang Yuanyuan modestly smiled at him, and then raised her head to look at the abyss with only a sliver of sky left.

"Can we still fly up with Doggy?"

Last time when he flew out of the abyss in the State of Korea, he only brought her, and he also borrowed the explosive power of the spirit fire vein.

This time, with the big fat dog, there was no fire vein that could be detonated here, only a spirit wood vein that gave off a faint green light. How did You Wuming plan to go up?

"Small matter." You Wuming wrapped his arms around Shang Ming's chest.

The big fat dog's four limbs immediately stiffened, and he lifted it up.

That appearance, was really indescribable with words.

The huge furry monster was held by You Wuming with one hand, and the expression on the dog's face … could only be described with a few words.

Sang Yuanyuan once again realized that You Wuming, who looked lean and lean, was really much bigger than her. If she hugged Shang Ming in this position, she could only hug its big furry neck, and it was impossible to hug its chubby chest.

The puppet hugged Shang Ming's stiff forelimbs, and nervously hung on its body.

You Wuming tilted his head. "Guozi, lie on my back."

"Oh." Sang Yuanyuan carefully lay on his back, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Her two wings spread out from her left and right sides.

With a 'whoosh', they flew up more than twenty feet.

It seemed that refining the thunder essence had allowed his cultivation to advance a step further!

He could even fly with Doggy!

You Wuming hugged Doggy with one hand, and the other hand held a knife. From time to time, he would cut into the stone wall beside him to borrow some strength.

When they reached a high place, Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but look down.

"You Wuming, wait."

"Hmm?" He stabbed the knife into the stone wall, and it hung in the air.

"Look at the Nether Demons below. Is there something wrong?"

You Wuming looked down and immediately found the problem.

Directly below them was a relatively spacious underground space. The Nether Demons gathered from the north, and crawled towards the south. Like the Nether Demons above ground, they came from the direction of the abyss, and attacked the center of the continent.

In this underground space, the passage leading to the center of the continent was a little crooked, and it leaned towards the east.

The group of Nether Demons rushed towards the south, and they crashed into the stone wall in the south. Then, they were pushed by the demon wave behind them, and rushed to the left and right, until they entered the passage in the east.

"Directly south, something is attracting them." You Wuming hit the nail on the head.

The two of them subconsciously looked towards the south — — even though there was only a black stone wall in front of them.

Directly south was Tiandu.

Sang Yuanyuan sighed: "I really want to see what they are rushing towards."

"I will bring you to see it later."

"Maybe we will discover some incredible secret." Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel excited.

You Wuming, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression.

He pulled the knife from the stone wall, spread his wings, and continued to fly upwards.

Not long after, he flew out of the abyss.

In Qin Province, the Priest Hall was also responsible for guarding the entrance of the abyss. You Wuming was very familiar with the process and kicked several Priests into the abyss.

"You are not polite at all to the people of the Priest Hall."

"None of them are good."

The Priest Hall was built on the north side of the abyss.

You Wuming threw Short-life into the beast pen outside the Priest Hall, and mixed it with a bunch of ordinary cloud beasts. Then, ignoring the sad eyes of the dog and the cat, he left them behind, and took Sang Yuanyuan to the city wall, and sneaked into the palace.

In every province, the distribution of the secret guards in the palace and the patrol routes of the imperial guards were not too different. You Wuming casually glanced around, and he knew what to do.

Now that he could fly better than before, he easily took her over the top of the palace, gliding between the shade of the trees and the palace walls, without alerting anyone.

Outside the main hall of the palace, a few gold-inlaid drums were beating loudly.

They were welcoming the Great General of the West in Eastern Province, Huangfu Xiong.

Huangfu Xiong led a large army from Ji Province, and was about to rush to the north side of the Great Wall to help Qin Province defend against this' tide '.

You Wuming leisurely held Sang Yuanyuan in his arms, flew up to the golden roof of the banquet hall, and sat next to the flying Chi Wen in the corner of the room.

At this moment, the sky was dark, and the curtain of night covered a pair of silhouettes.

Sang Yuanyuan put her hands on her knees, tilted her head to look at him, and saw him sitting lazily, his posture wild and unruly.

Not long after, she saw the black bear-like Huangfu Xiong being led by the elegant Qin Province's King up the white jade steps, and into the palace below them.

"When are we going to make a move?" she asked.

"When they start the banquet, one chokes to death." You Wuming smiled mischievously. "Little Sang Guo, do you still remember the joke I told you last time?"

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

The first time they were husband and wife on her cloud couch, he told her the 'joke' about choking people to death at the banquet, and forcefully slacked off for an hour.

He still had the nerve to mention it?

Even a big face flower was not as big as his face!

You Wuming leisurely lifted a few glazed tiles, and heard Huangfu Xiong's voice from below. "Qin Province's King, there's no need to be so polite. The situation at the front is urgent, and I have to leave after drinking a cup of wine!"

Qin Province's King Qin Yuquan's voice was as gentle as his appearance. "Great General of the West, there's no need to be anxious. Our army is equipped with spiritual armor, and it won't be that easy for the Underworld Demons to attack!

Great General of the West, I admire your determination to eliminate demons. Come, come, come, let's toast to the general! "

Qin Province was rich in spiritual iron ores, and their army was naturally equipped with first-rate equipment. The 'tide' was not a big threat to Qin Province.

Because they were too rich, Qin Province had always disliked owing favors, so as to avoid being coerced into repaying the favor.

Qin Yuquan was quite scheming, and he frequently changed the topic, saying that Huangfu Xiong was a great hero of the present age, warm-hearted, and took pleasure in helping others. This meant that Qin Province did not need Huangfu Xiong's help, but he was the one who was meddling in other people's business.

Although Huangfu Xiong was a general with a rough mind, he had no resistance to words.

As soon as he was praised, he immediately became complacent. He pretended to be modest, and then he bragged about how he had helped others when he saw injustice on the road.

As they exchanged toasts, the atmosphere of the banquet gradually warmed up.

Sang Yuanyuan slowly turned her head to look at You Wuming, her face full of admiration. "You were waiting for Huangfu Xiong to brag about this!"

Huangfu Xiong had just bragged about how he was a great hero who saved people from danger, and immediately there were tens of thousands of pitiful people trapped in suffering waiting for his help … If Huangfu Xiong did not become this great hero, then he would really be slapping his own face.

You Wuming did not spread his wings this time, because he felt that this matter was very normal. He very casually leaned forward, put his arm around her, and said, "Qin Yuquan wants Huangfu Xiong's help, but doesn't want to owe him a favor, so he will deliberately flatter him like this."

Sang Yuanyuan could not help but sigh, You Wuming really understood people's hearts too well.

"Little Sang Guo, get ready to watch the show."

You Wuming's expression became solemn, and his expression was extremely focused. He condensed a wisp of blue and white thunder flame at his fingertips.

He slowly got up, and with a clean wave of his long arm, the wisp of thunder flame streaked across half the night sky, and flew straight to a magnificent hall, like a bolt of lightning, and disappeared into the hall.

In the darkness of the night, his side profile and figure were briefly illuminated by the thunder flame, dazzling Sang Yuanyuan until she felt dizzy.

At this moment, he did not seem like a mortal, but like a god who held the power of heaven and earth in his hands, and who could kill and seize according to his own mood.