Chapter 2037: The secret of Xin Xiaoqi and Xiaoyao City Lord (1/2)

Li Yao carefully observed for a moment and found that these ”live broadcasters” were covered with crystal eyes all over, and there were many suspended crystal eyes dazzling all around, shooting non-stop.

Whether they sang and danced, yelled, or scratched their heads, uttered the curse of mother-beast panting and madness, they were all performed for some people on the other side of the crystal eye.

”It's a monster, Hyakki Yexing!”

Li Yao couldn't see through the real human empire more and more.

Everything in front of me is really like absurd dreams, the worst jokes.

What kind of country can give birth to such a unique existence, is this just a form of entertainment, or does it have a deeper purpose?

It is not the time to pay attention to the immortal cultivator players and the live broadcasters. Li Yao takes his mind, relying on Xiaolong's ground reconnaissance, avoiding the fierce war zone, and then winding down underground to track Xin Xiaoqi's escape route.

Naturally, Xin Xiaoqi didn't know that she had been targeted by Li Yao a long time ago, and had implanted a tracker as thin as a cicada-wing in the jet ejection magic weapon she relied on to escape.

She stopped somewhere deep in Xiaoyao City.

There is the old town of Xiaoyao City.

Xiaoyao City did not rise out of thin air, but slowly multiplied and expanded on the basis of a piece of urban ruins.

Beneath the magnificent and deformed appearance, there are also hidden intricate, labyrinth-like unfathomable remains of the underground city, just like flowers blooming on a corpse.

After the ravages of the ”Great Judgement” and the erosion of hundreds of years, all the buildings here are dilapidated and lifeless, just like metal organs covered with rusty spots, and from time to time there are broken pipes that ”chichi” spout air currents, concealing a picture. Zhang panicked and desperate face.

Even in the ”Elysium”, there are a large number of ant-like poor people. This is the lowest level of Xiaoyao City. It is a landfill, sewage treatment plant, and mass graves. There is also a large-scale slave trading market next to it. The ones sold inside were the lowest-class slaves, skinny and dying, and a psionic puppet could be exchanged for three to five.

The flames looted by the gangs of gangsters and murderers have not yet burned here, but it has already been messed up here. Many ”ants” have grown sharp minions, struggling desperately, biting each other, wanting Between the torrent and the whirlpool, find a way to survive.

The crystal clear three-dimensional light curtain overlaps with the rusty, lifeless and panicked metal world in front of him. Li Yao quickly locked Xin Xiaoqi's position-it was a garbage filled field, a room surrounded by foul smell and sewage , The unremarkable tool room.

Li Yao smiled slightly, the Xiaolong still remained hidden, and circled the tool room three times.

Since it was necessary to conceal people's eyes and ears, it was naturally impossible to build the tool room so that it was impenetrable and impenetrable. Li Yao easily found a gap, manipulated the Xiaolong to get in, hung in the corner, and scanned the entire tool room.

There were only two people standing in the tool room, but there were corpses lying on the floor. The ground in one corner was pried open, and a huge metal box was raised, which has been opened. Inside are a dazzling array of spars, magic weapons and nourishing potions. .

Of the two standing people, one is naturally Xin Xiaoqi, and the other is an old man with gray hair, drooping skin, and a slumped body.

The appearance of this old man reminded Li Yao of a dying dog in the water-or a Shar Pei.

He was pestering a broken-edged chain saw sword, panting and coughing, his body was bruised, his arms and thighs had deep bone cuts, and the fragments of the broken armor were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood. With a cough, new blood vessels were cut, and large masses of nearly coagulated plasma spewed out.

The chest was still deeply sunken, as if the entire breastbone burst, and the scar resembled a fist mark.

It seemed that everyone on the ground was killed by him, and he paid a heavy price for it.

Li Yao sent the image of the old man to the boxing king's crystal brain, and got a positive answer: ”Yes, he is Xiahou Wuxin, but in a short span of time, he is so old?”

Although Xiahou Wuxin tightly held the chainsaw sword, Xin Xiaoqi also held two short haircut knives in both hands. This cat-like woman glared at Xiahou Wuxin.

Between the old and the young, the swords are tense, and the atmosphere is so tense that it can explode without sparks.