Monster Paradise

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

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

This area of ​​Meteor Street basically lives on the bottom of the planet.

Gangsters, gangsters, thieves, red light districts, shady underground businesses are the main themes of this area.

Dao eleven thought about remediation before, but later discovered that these dark side things cannot be completely eliminated. Even if you clear this Meteor Street yourself, in a few years, there will be another Meteor Street. Even if he strikes himself many times, the law severely punishes it, at most it just turns Meteor Street into zeros and is scattered into countless small meteor streets.

No matter how big the sun is, there is always a place where the sun can't shine.

Later he also figured it out, as long as Meteor Street is within his control, there is no need to go all out.

The bosses of Meteor Street are also smart people, knowing the current affairs and grasping the idea of ​​the knife eleven, taking the initiative to make concessions, and never dare to do things that are too outrageous.

Thus, the ecology of Meteor Street has been preserved in this way.

After leaving the Diaoxin Pavilion, Lin Huang appeared directly on Meteor Street with two knife servants.

The smell in the air made Lin Huang frown.

At a glance, at least two or thirty pieces of garbage were thrown away on the narrow streets.

Leftover lunch boxes, **** toilet paper, used condoms, thick green sputum sticking to the ground... Lin Huang even saw obvious urine stains on several walls, and the height is obviously not left by canines of.

Seeing the tall knife 302, the men gathered in twos and threes on the roadside looked at her unscrupulously. Some even concealed their raised crotch, but also deliberately stroked the crotch with his hand, smiling at the knife 302 insignificantly.

The knife 302 was not annoying when he saw it. After a light smile, his long legs in high heels took a step.

The next moment, the breath of the wind attribute element quietly swayed.

In an instant, the whole street was violently windy, and countless houses were shaking.

Fortunately, this gust of wind stopped in just three or five seconds.

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

"Trash, it should be cleaned up." Dao San302 returned to Lin Huang's side indifferently.

Lin Huang naturally saw that the knife 302 did not kill. She just used the wind attribute element to make the men fly with the garbage.

He could clearly feel that after the gusty wind just now, this narrow street even had a lot of fresh air.

Ignoring the hastily closed doors and windows on both sides of the road, Lin Huang led the two of them and continued to walk forward.

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

This dark and damp alley can't get sunshine for almost 24 hours a day.

Wu Hao's house is the innermost cubicle, and the area is about 10 square meters according to Lin Huang's visual inspection. A small window was wrapped in rusty window bars staggered horizontally, but none of the glass was intact.

The door of the room was open to the outside, and the door was also decaying and broken, close to the height of the shin of the man's calf, with a fist-sized hole, as if 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 moment and left the two sword servants in place, walking to the door of the room alone.

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

A teenager was sitting at the edge of the bed, holding a knife, and quietly carved a piece of wood. The wood chips were scattered on a newspaper on his desk.

Lin Huang recognized the prototype he had sculpted at a glance. It was a dragon beast. Although there were not enough details, he could vaguely judge that it was an ancient dragon.

Seeing the teenager concentrate on carving, he didn't even notice his arrival. Lin Huang did not bother to speak, he stood quietly outside the door, watching the process of juvenile carving.

At almost noon, the boy finally carved the Taikoo Yanlong in his hand.

He seemed to feel a little tired. He put down the woodcarving in his hand and stretched his waist. Then he looked up and saw Lin Huang at the door.

Seeing Lin Huang, the teenager was taken aback.

But he quickly calmed down, moved his finger without any trace, hid the carving knife of his right hand into the palm of his hand, and at the same time warned Lin Huang quite alertly, "Who are you looking for?"

Lin Huang naturally noticed this little movement of the teenager, he smiled, and took out the wood carving that he had just taken from Diaoxin Pavilion. "Is this three-legged gold Wuwu your work?"

The young pupil's eyes narrowed slightly, not because he saw his wood carving, but because he noticed that the wood carving in Lin Huang's hand appeared out of thin air.

"You are a practitioner, I'm just an ordinary person. Just tell me anything, don't turn around." The teenager glanced quietly at the direction of the window, and he had already begun to plan the escape route.

"You don't worry, I'm not malicious. It's just that when I visited the Diaoxin Pavilion in the morning, I accidentally saw your work and felt very good, so I came to visit."

"Do you think I can believe it? This sculpture is so ugly and full of details, one of your practitioners would think it's very good?" The expression on the teenager's face, I don't know if I was questioning Lin Huang's aesthetics, Still questioning what he said.

"I didn't say that you carved well, what made me feel good was the residual meaning on the sculpture." Lin Huang explained with some helplessness.

Wu Hao's vigilance was so strong that he didn't expect it. But if you think about the environment he lives in, you can understand it.

"The set of coaxing kids doesn't need to be used on me." Wu Hao obviously didn't believe Lin Huang's statement, "Meteor Street's rules don't allow practitioners to do anything with ordinary people who don't practice, no matter what your reason is. The purpose is to find me, you have broken the rules. Once I have an accident, Lord Eleven will definitely send someone to investigate in the end!"

Although this rule is correct on Meteor Street, this area is dead every day. There are at least hundreds of ordinary people who die for various reasons every year. Dao Eleven does not pay attention to that idle time.

"Well, it seems that you will not believe what I said." Lin Huang was speechless. "Then I will find someone to tell you."

Wu Hao's muscles were tight, and he stared at Lin Huang with a watchful face. When he thought that Lin Huang and his associates, Lin Huang dialed a number in front of him.

After the call was picked up in seconds, a figure was projected in front of Wu Hao.

Seeing this figure, Wu Hao was stunned.

"Knife...knife eleven?!"