He was quite puzzled. Had Ji Wenrui made a mistake, or had the old members of the Demon Martial Hall at Queyu Mountain received the news in advance and fled?
"Sigh."
Li Jiu was very dissatisfied. It was a rare opportunity to leave the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison, only to end up on a pointless trip.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Wang Shi was so excited his brain seemed to quake, "Hoo—hoo—I've got to have a good chat with my long-lost friends here. Hopefully... I'll find some interesting diseases on them. Don't let me get bored, eh."
Li Jiu started coughing violently again, blood soaking through his silk scarf.
The two entered the city.
As soon as they went in, Wang Shi felt something was wrong, "What's going on? Why do I feel so peaceful and serene, like everyone's in blissful harmony?" His body leaned forward, but his head twisted backward, staring at Li Jiu, "Why don't I feel any sickness? Didn't you say this place is Sickness City?"
