Early the next morning, everyone was still fast asleep. Ye Zhiqiu got up early, which was rare for him. He would be very busy today and had to hurry.
The road where Notting College is located is quite prosperous, with all kinds of shops outside.
After all, business is easier to do in front of the college, and the competition is relatively fierce, which makes these bosses very enthusiastic.
Among the many shops, there is a barbecue restaurant called "Shiwei" which is particularly good and very famous on this street. Ye Zhiqiu often comes here to patronize it on weekends when he is in college.
The owner of this barbecue restaurant is also a soul master, and a rare food-type soul master, whose martial soul is seasoning.
If he wasn't already over 40 years old and his martial soul was only level 11, he would probably have become a powerful figure. Food-type soul masters are still very popular.
"Hey, Xiao Zhiqiu, you're here just after I opened the door? Aren't you bringing your two friends today?" A bald fat man weighing nearly 300 pounds saw Ye Zhiqiu entering the store. The fat on his face trembled and he greeted him with a smile.
Ye Zhiqiu stood in front of him, and the contrast between the two of them created a terrifying parallax effect, as if this fat man could crush Ye Zhiqiu into a pancake if he fell down.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't answer, his pair of big round eyes looked around. When he saw the bar, his eyes lit up and he hurried over, picked up a teapot-sized jar on the table, opened it and took a look.
Inside are some small dry particles that look like cumin roasted with other spices, and there is also a faint herbal fragrance emanating from it.
"Uncle Lei Luo, I'll take this seasoning first, and put the money in the account. I was in a hurry to go out today and forgot to bring it with me. I'll give it to you next time." After saying that, Ye Zhiqiu ran away without waiting for the middle-aged man to react.
"Fuck, wait, little bastard, that's the seasoning I'm going to use to do you a favor."
Hearing the shouts coming from behind him, Ye Zhiqiu pretended not to hear and ran faster.
[Negative emotion value from Lei Luo plus 166]
What should I pack for the Soul Hunting Forest? First aid supplies? Food? Drinks?
No, Ye Zhiqiu tells you that you only need to bring a can of seasoning and a change of clothes.
You have to fight to get food and drink, and your soul rings will be credited to your account in seconds.
Notting City is 400 miles away from the Soul Hunting Forest. Ye Zhiqiu is in a hurry. There are only ten days left before the end of the college semester, and he wants to graduate before this year.
The carriage was too slow, so Ye Zhiqiu had to tighten the small bag on his back and start running at full speed.
The only bad thing about the Douluo world is that there are no means of transportation like trains or planes, so if you want to travel quickly you can only rely on human power.
In order to speed up his journey, Ye Zhiqiu even opened the Eight Gates of Ninjutsu.
The horse paths outside the city are not as flat as those inside the city. They are all gravel roads and are bumpy.
It hadn't rained much in recent days, and the ground was very dry. Ye Zhiqiu's figure running at high speed stirred up a cloud of dust, which formed a long dragon behind him, and Ye Zhiqiu was at the head of the dragon.
Looking from a high altitude, this sand and dust salon looks like it is moving forward quickly, which is quite spectacular.
Some passers-by were covered in sand and dust before they could even see Ye Zhiqiu's figure clearly.
Passerby A: "Pfft. What was that just now?"
Passerby B: "I don't know, I didn't see clearly, I just heard a whoosh, and then a big black rat-like thing passed by."
[Negative emotion value from passerby A plus 6]
[Negative emotion value from passerby B increases by 6]
Along the way, the negative emotion value prompt sound kept ringing. Ye Zhiqiu would pay attention to it at first, but after finding that it was increasing by 6 points, he was too lazy to pay attention to it.
Time passed as Ye Zhiqiu hurried on his way. It was not until after two o'clock in the afternoon that Ye Zhiqiu finally arrived at the outer market of the Soul Hunting Forest.
"Fuck, this place is quite lively, there are so many people"
Ye Zhiqiu looked at the market built next to the Soul Hunting Forest and sighed.
This place reminded him of the subway station and train station he visited in his previous life when he just got off work. There were people everywhere and some simple shops.
"I have a warrant. I need a dual-ring auxiliary spirit master above level 20. If there are three missing, there will be a reward."
"We have a warrant to hunt down a 5,000-year-old soul beast. We have a tank that can withstand the brunt of the damage."
"Martial Soul Wine Gourd, Level 18 Battle Soul Master, looking for a team."
"What is the first soul skill?"
"Drunk over thousands of mountains."
"乀(ˉεˉ乀) get out, we don't want the Beggars' Gang!"
"Green-haired turtle humbly asks for a group"
"乀(ˉεˉ乀) get out, I don't even want the green-haired turtle!"
The corners of Ye Zhiqiu's mouth twitched. Why did this scene feel so inexplicably familiar?
There is one more thing, MMP, he seems to have no warrant and has forgotten about it. Is there still a chance for him to get in?
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the two guards guarding the gate. They were dozing off in broad daylight. They didn't seem very strong. Should he sneak in? Or beat them up and force his way in?
However, Ye Zhiqiu was a little skeptical that such an important place as the Soul Hunting Forest would not be guarded by powerful people.
Just as Ye Zhiqiu was feeling conflicted and considering which method to use to enter the Soul Hunting Forest, a middle-aged man with long white hair and a sky blue robe walked over from a distance.
His face was cold, and there was a hint of terror in his expression. Every step he took gave people a sense of oppression.
As soon as the middle-aged man arrived here, he became the focus of the crowd.
Even if he didn't pay special attention to the people around him, he still gave people the stinging feeling as if his skin was being cut by a sharp blade.
The whole place fell silent instantly, and no one dared to make a sound.
Next to the middle-aged man was a delicate little girl, fair and tender, with natural beauty at a young age. She was wearing a blue miniskirt, with a proud and faint smile on her face. Her big black eyes looked at the people present with curiosity, and she seemed lively and active.
Ye Zhiqiu frowned. He thought of a force when he saw this combination.
Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin. That little girl should be Ning Rongrong?
Calculating the time, it matches. Ning Rongrong is the youngest among the Seven Monsters and is born with ninth-level soul power. At this point in time, it is about time for her to obtain her first soul ring.
Ye Zhiqiu suddenly had a bold idea. Perhaps he could rely on these two people to sneak into the Soul Hunting Forest?
Jian Douluo took Ning Rongrong by the hand and walked towards the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest at a leisurely pace.
Pedestrians blocking the road gave way, their eyes filled with respect. Although they didn't know who this person was, they knew he was definitely a powerful person.
It was obvious that the strong men in the family brought their descendants here to hunt the first soul ring. They didn't want to do anything stupid like blocking the way.
When Jian Douluo was leading Ning Rongrong past Ye Zhiqiu, Ye Zhiqiu took three or two steps forward, followed behind them, and walked towards the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest as if nothing had happened.
Jian Douluo just glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, and after realizing that he was just a child, he ignored him.
Ning Rongrong looked at him curiously. Ye Zhiqiu also winked at the little girl kindly.
Ye Zhiqiu was two steps behind them, neither too far nor too close, just right.
It looks like the three of them are in the same group.
Arriving at the entrance, Jian Douluo casually flashed a purple-gold token and walked inside without caring whether the guard could see it clearly or not.
Just as Ye Zhiqiu expected, the two guards at the gate did not dare to stop him and bent very low.
Ye Zhiqiu secretly admired his own cleverness. He managed to sneak in so easily.
"Little guy, what's your purpose in following us?" Jian Douluo's voice sounded cold but with a hint of magnetism.