After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 9 9. Where do you think this is?
The next morning, Song Yan hurriedly finished making shadow puppets for the day, then went outside the leather workshop, stretched his arms and yawned.

The mountains in the distance stand tall and majestic, densely clustered together, as if they had fallen from the blue sky.

The view to the mountain range on the main peak of Puying Peak is clear, but on the other side there is a strange bloody blur, which is the fishy fog.

Over the past month, Song Yan has been looking at the fishy fog for a long time, and it has almost never dissipated. Even though there were several nights of continuous autumn rain, when he looked at it during the day, he saw that the fog had not decreased but increased.

The thick, fishy fog swirled quietly, like a red python or a pool of red sea.

The fishy fog in his leather workshop at night was quite deadly to the servants, but in fact it might just be the shallow aftermath of the high tide of the Red Sea.

I don’t know what the center of the fishy fog looks like.

Song Yan could only see outside, but just this scene was enough to make him feel terrified.

But then, he remembered that he seemed to have a ghost root.

That's okay.

As a mortal, I have been possessed by ghosts for forty years, but I did not die or go crazy. The ghost roots I have developed therefrom are not nurtured in vain.

Just as he was looking into the distance, a voice came from the side.

"Brother Song."

Song Yan turned his head and saw a man and a woman standing beside him.

The man was about thirty years old, slightly plump, and looked very friendly.

The woman looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a serious expression.

Song Yan knew these two. They were the new servants in the same batch as him, and they were also two of the five people who successfully absorbed the "Xuan Qi Guiding Technique" that day.

The man's name is Sheng Dazhu and the woman's name is Wen Erniu.

Song Yan also returned the greeting.

Sheng Dazhu smiled cordially and said, "Brother Song, we are from the same group. Why don't we go to the market at the foot of the mountain together so that we can look after each other."

Wen Erniu's serious face relaxed and she said sincerely, "The situation down the mountain is unknown, so let's go together, Brother Song. We have a long way to go, and maybe we will become real brothers. Let's make a good relationship now."

This seems to be the truth, and it makes sense from any angle.

However, Song Yan shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't want to go today."

Sheng Dazhu laughed and said, "There's no rush. When Brother Song wants to go down the mountain one day, we can go together."

Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He clearly remembered that after nightfall, Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu lived in the same room, and the two were not as nervous as ordinary servants when they were absorbing the "Xuan Qi Guiding Technique".

Besides, the two people's speaking styles are very different from their names.

This shows that names like "Dazhu" and "Ernius" are most likely fake names.

While they were talking, Wen Erniu was also busy, waving and shouting to the leather workshop, "There should be a lot of good stuff in the market. Everyone has contribution points, why don't we form a team together!"

As soon as she spoke, many servants came running out.

The servants originally wanted to get close to these "future formal disciples", and now they "did not dare to go down the mountain to the market alone to buy things", so they ran out one by one, saying "Let's go down the mountain with Sister Wen", "And Brother Dazhu, let's go together, so we can all take care of each other".

However, not all the servants came, and some did not plan to form a team and wanted to go down the mountain on their own.

Sheng Dazhu was still looking at Song Yan with a smile, as if expecting him to agree.

However, Song Yan decisively refused, said "I still have to make leather", and walked away.

Sheng Dazhu was still smiling, as if he didn't care. He turned around and looked at the new servants, and started chatting with them in a casual manner. He then said, "Everyone, hurry up and finish the shadow play today, and then go down the mountain. If anyone is late, I'll help."

Immediately, a servant said, "How dare we trouble Brother Dazhu?"

Sheng Dazhu laughed and said, "Not really, we all came here together, helping each other, haha."

Song Yan sat back in his original position.

Qiu Lianyue asked nervously: "Brother Song, aren't you going today?"

Song Yan shook his head and glanced at the old servants in the distance.

He found that except for the servants who had been sent here in the past two months, the older servants seemed indifferent to going down the mountain. Even if they had contribution points, they did not want to leave here at all.

He glanced at Qi Yao in the distance again.

Qi Yao was sitting opposite the new roommate from yesterday, also indifferent.

Among this group of servants, only five people successfully absorbed the "Xuan Qi Guiding Technique", namely: Song Yan, Qi Yao, Sheng Dazhu, Wen Erniu and a heroic and tall servant named Xu Changjun.

Xu Changjun didn't move either.

He looked into the distance again.

In the distance, Wang Susu was sitting among the old servants, making leather leisurely and calmly, her big eyes blinking brightly, as if she was indifferent to the hustle and bustle outside.

He looked again at those old servants who "had no desire to consume" and suddenly became thoughtful.

Song Yan spent the whole afternoon slowly making another ordinary shadow puppet. When he finished, it was already evening.

The fog was like a red devil crawling out of the abyss, clinging to the cliff with its sharp claws, climbing up little by little.

The servants in the leather workshop swarmed out.

Qiu Lianyue held onto the arm of her life-saving straw and walked towards the house.

Song Yan frowned, because he found that the group of people who went down the mountain to the market this afternoon had not returned yet, including Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu.

At this moment, a beautiful figure hurriedly came out from the crowd, walked quickly to Song Yan's side, and said lightly: "Don't trust anyone. If you really want to go to the city, go early in the morning, the earlier the better. Go early and come back early. Don't linger!"

Song Yan turned his head and looked.

It’s Qi Yao!
But Qi Yao just said these words and walked away quickly.

Under normal circumstances, that's it.

However, Qi Yao suddenly felt someone grabbing her hand. She was startled, her eyebrows raised, and her arms twisted and shook subconsciously, which was obviously the method used by some martial artists in the mortal world.

However, she was unable to shake off the person who was holding her arm.

Qi Yao looked away angrily, only to see that the person holding her arm was Song Yan.

"What?"

"Sister Qi, how about we form a team?"

"How can you be so shameless?" Qi Yao couldn't believe her ears. She came to remind him with good intentions, but this man actually pulled her hand and wanted to team up with him. He was simply taking advantage of her.

Song Yan smiled and said, "Actually, what I want to say is thank you."

After saying that, he let go of her hand.

Qi Yao was stunned for a moment, snorted coldly, and ran away in a hurry.

At night, in a suspended room, a man sat in the corner, looking at Qi Yao who was keeping watch on the fifth step, and said, "You shouldn't remind him. He has been practicing magic and magic, and he has already become a little demon."

Qi Yao lowered her eyes and said softly, "He doesn't want this either. When he was with me, he was a very good person. I don't want to see him die inexplicably."

The man said in a deep voice: "If we eradicate the Puppet Palace, there won't be so many deaths. Your mission is to sneak into the Puppet Palace and provide intelligence to our Sword Sect, so that we can find the opportunity to destroy the Puppet Palace in one fell swoop!"

Qi Yao said: "I know that there are many senior brothers and sisters who are doing the same thing as me."

The man continued, "My mission is to deliver the Mystic Stone to you and to protect you! I have a terminal illness and my life span is only two or three years. If I die here, it will be because I was killed by your dual cultivation. This can also conceal my identity and allow you to become a formal disciple of Shadow Play Peak smoothly."

"Senior brother."

"Don't be sad. With your profound roots, you should have been cultivated by the masters in Jianmen, but you took the initiative to come here and take on the task of destroying the Puppet Palace. This is enough to be admired."

The man sighed softly and said no more. Then another painful groan was heard in the darkness.

The man's chest was covered in blood and flesh, but a few strange stones had fallen out of it.

It is as noble as jade, as cold as snow, and exudes a faint mysterious glow.

This is black stone.

"Brother Dazhu, Sister Erniu, what do you mean? We can't go back to the mountain after dark, so we'll stay at the foot of the mountain temporarily. We agreed to go up the mountain together at dawn. What are you doing now?"

"do not come!"

"How could this be?"

A hidden tent at the foot of the Shadow Peak.

More than twenty servants were looking at the surroundings nervously. There was nothing but dark dense forest and burly men holding torches.

Those burly men were selling goods at a stall in the city during the day, but now they were surrounding Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu.

The two men looked playful at this moment, completely different from how they were during the day.

Someone among the errand boys seemed to understand something and shouted, "Sheng Dazhu, how dare you collude with bandits? Have you forgotten what the official disciples said?"

Sheng Dazhu smiled and asked, "What?"

The man said, "You dare to commit murder at Piying Peak, aren't you afraid of Piying Peak's revenge?"

The atmosphere quieted down for a moment, and Sheng Dazhu, Wen Erniu and the others started to look strange, as if they had heard something ridiculous, and then they burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears were about to fall.

One of the sturdy men said respectfully to Sheng Dazhu, "Boss, these are just idiots. They actually believed what the Demon Sect disciples said. They even thought this was the territory of the righteous. It's not unfair that they died."

Sheng Dazhu said, "Hurry up and kill them all, and give me all their contribution points. Your second sister and I are talented, and we managed to get into the Demon Sect with great difficulty. We will become official disciples of the Demon Sect in the future."

Another of the sturdy men smiled flatteringly and said, "From now on, I will follow the boss and enjoy the good life!"

Sheng Dazhu waved his hand.

The burly men rushed forward with knives in hand.

After a burst of screams and wails, the sound gradually died down.

(End of this chapter)