Monster Paradise

Meteor Street, which sounds like a street name, is actually the collective name for all the streets in the Tiandaoxing slum area.

The reason why it is called Meteor Street is because many people living in this area have life as short as a meteor.

The area of ​​Meteor Street is basically the bottom layer of the planet.

Gangs, gangsters, thieves, red light districts, and hidden underground businesses are the main theme of this area.

Dao Eleven had thought about remediation before, but later discovered that these dark side things could not be completely eliminated.Even if you clean up this Meteor Street yourself, there will be another Meteor Street in a few years.Even if he strikes it many times, the law will severely punish it, at most it will only break the Meteor Street into pieces and disperse it into countless small Meteor Streets.

No matter how big the sun is, there will always be places where the sun can't shine.

Later, he also figured out that as long as Meteor Street is within his control, there is no need to fight.

The bosses of Meteor Street are also smart people. They have grasped the idea of ​​Dao eleven and have taken the initiative to make concessions. They have never dared to do anything too extraordinary.

Thus, the ecology of Meteor Street has been preserved.

Leaving the Diaoxin Pavilion, Lin Huang took two sword servants and appeared directly on Meteor Street.

The smell in the air made Lin Huang frown.

At a glance, there were at least twenty or thirty pieces of rubbish thrown away in the narrow streets.

Leftover lunch boxes, bloody toilet paper, used condoms, thick green phlegm sticking to the ground... Lin Huang even saw obvious urine stains on several walls. The height was obviously not left by canine animals. of.

Seeing the tall Sword 302, the men gathered in twos and threes on the roadside unscrupulously looked up and down on her.Some even made no secret of their swelling crotch, and deliberately stroked the crotch with their hands, smiling wretchedly at the knife 302.

Dao 302 didn't feel annoyed when he saw it. After a faint smile, the long legs in high heels took a step forward.

In the next instant, the aura of the wind element's profound meaning quietly rose.

In an instant, there was a violent wind on the whole street, which caused countless houses to teeter.

Fortunately, this gust of wind only blew for just three to five seconds before it stopped.

After the wind stopped, all the rubbish on the ground, even the garbage cans overflowing with sewage, and the men on the roadside, disappeared.

"Trash, it should be cleaned up." Dao 302 returned to Lin Huang's side indifferently.

Naturally, Lin Huang could see that Knife 302 did not kill anyone. She just used the wind attribute element to blow the men and the garbage together.

He could clearly feel that after the gust of wind just now, the air in this narrow street was much fresher.

Ignoring the hurriedly closed doors and windows on both sides of the road, Lin Huang took the two of them and continued walking forward.

After bypassing five or six streets, in the deepest part of a small alley less than one meter wide, Lin Huang finally found the house where the boy named Wu Hao lived.

In this dark and damp alley, there is almost no sunlight for 24 hours a day.

Wu Hao's house is the innermost cubicle. According to Lin Huang's visual inspection, the area is about 10 square meters at most.A small window is surrounded by rusty window bars staggered horizontally and vertically, but none of the glass is intact.

The door of the room was open to the outside, and that door was also rotten and broken. Near the height of the shin bone of a human calf, there was a fist-sized hole, which seemed to be kicked out.

But Lin Huang also noticed that the front of the house was clean and almost spotless, as if someone had just cleaned it not long ago.

With a preliminary understanding of the child's situation, Lin Huang thought for a while, leaving the two sword servants to stay where they were, and walked to the door of the room alone.

In the open room, as Lin Huang expected, there was only one bed and one table.

A young man was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a knife, and quietly carving a piece of wood. The sawdust was scattered on a newspaper on his desk.

Lin Huang recognized the prototype he had carved out at a glance. It was a dragon beast. Although there were not enough details, he could vaguely judge that it was a Primordial Flame Dragon.

Seeing that the young man was concentrating on carving, he did not notice his arrival.Lin Huang didn't even start to disturb. He stood quietly outside the door, watching the young man's carving process.

It was almost noon, the young man finally sculpted the Primordial Flame Dragon in his hand.

As if feeling a little tired, he put down the wooden sculpture in his hand and stretched his waist. As soon as he looked up, he saw Lin Huang at the door.

Seeing Lin Huang, the boy was shocked.

But he quickly calmed down, moved his fingers without a trace, and hid the engraving knife in his right hand in the palm of his palm, and at the same time asked Lin Huang with caution, "Who are you looking for?"

Lin Huang naturally noticed this little action of the young man. He smiled and took out the wood carving that he had just obtained from the Diaoxin Pavilion. "Is this three-legged golden crow your work?"

The boy's pupils shrank slightly, not because he saw his own wood sculpture, but because he noticed that the wood sculpture in Lin Huang's hand appeared out of thin air.

"You are a cultivator, I'm just an ordinary person. Just tell me anything, don't go around." The boy quietly glanced at the direction of the window, and started planning an escape route in his mind.

"Don't worry, I'm not malicious. It's just that when I was visiting the Diaoxin Pavilion in the morning, I accidentally saw your work and thought it was very good, so I came to visit it."

"Do you think I would believe it? This sculpture with ugly lines and full of errors and omissions, would you think a cultivator very good?" The expression on the young man's face did not know that he was questioning Lin Huang's aesthetics. Still questioning what he said.

"I didn't say that you sculpted well. What makes me feel good is the residual meaning on the sculpture." Lin Huang explained helplessly.

He hadn't expected Wu Hao to be so vigilant.But when you think about the environment he lives in, you can understand it.

"I don't need to coax kids with me." Wu Hao obviously didn't believe Lin Huang's rhetoric. "The rules of Meteor Street do not allow practitioners to act on ordinary people who have not practiced, no matter what you come from. The purpose is to find me, you have broken the rules. Once I have an accident, Dao Eleven will definitely send someone to investigate to the end!"

Although Meteor Street has this rule, people are dying every day in this area, and at least hundreds of ordinary people die every year due to various reasons. Dao Eleven doesn't have that idle time to pay attention to.

"Well, it seems that you won't believe anything I say." Lin Huang was speechless, "Then I will find someone to tell you."

Wu Hao's muscles were tense, and he stared at Lin Huang warily. Just when he thought that Lin Huang still had an accomplice, Lin Huang dialed a number in front of him.

After the call was answered by Seconds, a figure was projected in front of Wu Hao.

Seeing this figure, Wu Hao was stunned.

"Knife...Knife Eleven?!"