Chapter 221

After exiting the tunnel's exit, behind the market's entrance, Gongyang Mo also saw clearly the scene before him; his handsome face immediately turned solemn.

He glanced at Tang Wulin without a trace, then asked in a low voice:

"Xiao Tong, can you still hold on?"

Tang Wulin nodded.

"Don't worry, Brother Mo, I'm fine."

Gongyang Mo then relaxed his breath; Tang Wulin, after all, was on his first mission outside, and seeing such a disgusting scene, he worried Tang Wulin couldn't endure it.

Actually, Gongyang Mo, having carried out missions for many years in the Shi Lai Ke Surveillance Team, had exterminated many Evil Soul Masters and extremely wicked people; compared to this disgusting scene, he had seen no less, at least as of now, this human trafficking market is merely a loss of humanity; in terms of disgust level, it's even not as bad as the previous Death's Hand incident.

Tang Wulin clenched his fists; to be honest, he was indeed greatly shocked, but not because of humanity's darkness, but because he was surprised by the market's scale.

According to Tang Wulin's knowledge, the small tavern they had just chosen was only one of nearly a hundred entrances to this market; given the size of Heavencloud City, the scale of this underground market absolutely deserves to be called abnormal—at the very least, the authorities could not have failed to notice it.

But why does it still exist? The answer is obviously only one.

The authorities allowed its existence.

Just thinking about this conclusion sends a chill through one's heart; allowing such large-scale human trafficking, Tang Wulin dare not imagine how corrupt the Ri Yue Di Guo has become.

At that moment, seeing the two enter, the stall owner near this entrance shouted: "Hey, you two young brothers, want to take a look? My goods may not compare to those of the big merchant guilds, but among individual vendors they're absolutely top-notch, and I specialize in good quality at low prices—guaranteed to satisfy you!"

His attitude of treating people as goods once again made Tang Wulin's heart clench, but he didn't show it on his face; instead, he and Gongyang Mo moved closer together.

"Let's take a look."

Seeing the two approach, the stall owner's face lit up with a bright smile; he rubbed his hands and asked: "What kind of goods are you two customers looking for? Slaves? Tools for venting? Or cultivation materials?"

Tang Wulin was momentarily speechless; the elite solo soldier training had only taught him how to be an agent, not how to suppress his anger in such a situation.

On the contrary, Gongyang Mo, unfazed, engaged in conversation with the stall owner.

"Hey, the variety is pretty complete, boss—roughly what are the prices?"

The stall owner gave a hehe laugh.

"It depends on the type: some can only do ordinary manual labor, but others can do much more; the more skills they have, the higher the price naturally."

Then he gave the two people in front of him a rough overview of the prices for each grade of goods.

The standard for pricing goods mainly depends on purpose, soul power level, and health condition; if the purpose is to vent desires, appearance is also a factor; besides that, the background of certain goods is also an important factor affecting price.

Gongyang Mo smiled and chatted with the stall owner for a while, having drawn the distance between them to a certain extent, then suddenly asked in a calm tone:

What is the price of those cultivation materials?

Upon hearing this question, the vendor's expression changed instantly, a flash of light that was either fear or excitement appearing in his eyes; after looking around, he whispered:

"Evening Water Alliance?"

Gongyang Mo's expression remained unchanged.

"You don't need to ask so many questions; just tell me the price." "Sorry, sorry, it was my offense."

The vendor's tone instantly became reverent, obviously taking the two as members of the so-called Evening Water Alliance.

"Sirs, what kind of cultivation materials do you want? Primarily soul-based or flesh-and-blood?"

Gongyang Mo looked somewhat dissatisfied.

"Neither, are these the only two types?"

The vendor's expression became awkward; he helplessly sighed and gave a wry smile, saying:

"Sirs, please don't make things difficult for me; to be honest, I'm just a small vendor. If you want higher-grade goods, go further inside; the deeper you go, the more varied the goods and the better their quality, especially the innermost auction, where the goods up for sale are exceptional. The auction occurs once every seven days, and it's about to start in a few hours."

As he said this, he gave a fawning smile toward Tang Wulin and Gongyang Mo, though he originally wanted to keep these two customers, he now seemed to want to see them off.

Gongyang Mo sighed helplessly.

"That's right, I had too high expectations. Xiao Tong, let's go, let's go inside to take a look."

"Yes."

Tang Wulin and Gongyang Mo thus left the stall.

After completely disappearing from the vendor's sight, Tang Wulin and Gongyang Mo exchanged a glance, both seeing solemnity in each other's eyes.

The vendor had just told them that the goods included cultivation materials; they guessed what those materials referred to, but they never imagined it would also involve an organization called the Evening Water Alliance.

Undoubtedly, the purpose of these "cultivation materials" is to supply Evil Soul Masters for their cultivation; for Evil Soul Masters, their strength is directly proportional to the number of people they have harmed, and only they would treat human lives so callously.

So why does mentioning Evil Soul Masters make the vendor bring up the Evening Water Alliance? Could the organization called Evening Water Alliance be composed of Evil Soul Masters? That is truly shocking: a single Evil Soul Master can bring calamity to hundreds or thousands, and a high-level Evil Soul Master's victims number in the tens of thousands; if Evil Soul Masters could form an organization, it would be a huge disaster for the entire continent.

Gongyang Mo took a deep breath.

"Let's go, Xiao Tong, since we're here, let's go see what that so-called auction is all about."

"Okay."

Tang Wulin nodded lightly, and together with Gongyang Mo headed deeper into the market.

The further they went in, the heavier Tang Wulin's mood became.

As the vendor said, the deeper they went, the more varied the goods displayed at the roadside stalls became; Tang Wulin even saw a stall selling disability-related items, but he could tell at a glance that the injuries causing those disabilities had mostly occurred not long ago, obviously inflicted recently by human hands.

He suddenly understood why people were abducted from the other three countries: the demand for "goods" in such a huge market is surely enormous, and relying solely on the Ri Yue Di Guo could never meet it.

And could there be only one such market? Obviously not.

If Tang Wulin guessed correctly, this market should have been funded and established by the organization called the Evening Water Alliance, which likely has branches throughout the Ri Yue Di Guo.

This country is already doomed.

(End of chapter)