In the very centre of Youming City, black clouds lay in thick layers and pressed down, like a huge black hole coalescing overhead.
Below, an ancient and dark old city stands faintly.
The old city was old, and the black bricks were dark under the black clouds, adding to the eeriness of the old city, and the shape of the old city was like a ferocious beast, with the light in the city like the eyes of a wolf staring into the darkness, giving it an air of terror.
When the man sneaked outside the city, the gates were unguarded, and as soon as the man arrived, the gates of the old city creaked open slowly.
The man did not hesitate, nor was he surprised, and he entered the Old City with ease.
Inside the Old City, the rooms were so high that a man walking inside was like an ant, even though the people of the Devil's Land were at least a few times larger than ordinary humans, but it was still the same when walking through it.
The city was deep and secluded, even as the eerie fires leapt to make it look eerie.
The man walked through the long, dark corridors, then took a step slowly up to the first floor, when he finally heard the sound of human voices.
In the large room at the end of the first floor, the sound of several women's laughter could be heard, both shrill and full of desire, and he put his head down and silently walked in the direction of the sound.
The large room at the end of the first floor was even more eerie compared to the gloomy outside, despite the luxurious decorations and shadowy lights in the room.
They were hung in rows and rows around the house, and in the very centre of the house were several female corpses, seemingly recently dead, hanging from the roof by long ropes, covered in blood and bruises, which must have been subjected to inhuman torture before they died.
In the middle of the room, a white shag carpet is spread out, and in the centre sits a fat man of four hundred pounds, whose body is so wide and fat that it makes people fear and hate him.
This man was a strange-looking man, with fat ears and big eyes and a face full of flesh, and the circles of fat on his body were like swimming laps, and it was impossible to tell whether it was grease leaking out or spirits flowing down from his mouth.
Beside him, several women, dressed in dewy clothes, were gently nestling beside him, smiling and welcoming, either pouring him wine, feeding him food or gently massaging his thighs.
At that moment, the man also finally arrived at the door and gave a gentle knock.
With his mouth stuffed with food, the fat man let out an enunciation from his throat and the man obediently walked in, then he obediently knelt down.
The fat man swept a glance at him without even raising an eyebrow, taking a mouthful of the maggot-like and still wriggling spoonful of food fed up by the woman next to him and chewing it in his mouth with satisfaction, quite a few live maggot-like things even occasionally crawling out of his mouth.
"What do you want from me?" He said as he chewed.
"There is good news and there is bad news." The man said with his head down.
"Speak." The fat, greasy man gulped softly.
The man nodded, "The good news is that a great beauty has come to the city."
Hearing this, the fatty man stopped chewing and his whole body froze, then slowly sat up, "How beautiful is it?"
The man raised his head slightly and swept a glance at the several women beside the fatty man. Despite the fact that these women had aloof figures, their skin, because they were of the demon race, was greenish-black, coppery-yellow and other colours, but none of them could be related to fairness, and even less to anything that could be blown away.
As for the other aspects of looks and so on, if he had not seen that human beauty earlier, he would have thought that these women were absolutely fine, but just because he had seen that beauty, for these women, he thought ......
The woman is a trash of trash compared to her."
Hearing this, that fat and greasy man was instantly angry, after all, these were the women he was playing with, and being so sarcastically described by one of his own men, he was naturally displeased.
However, when he saw the confidence in the man's eyes, his anger, instantly turned back into elation.
"Good, you have merit, tell us the next piece of news."
"Toad and Turtle Man have been killed."
"What?!" Upon hearing this, the fat and greasy man was instantly shocked, followed by a great burst of anger, "Who?"