I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

Bokojie looked at the gray space around him in surprise. The shape of the surrounding environment had not changed but the color had faded, becoming a deep and light gray.

He tried to reach out and touch the objects in the room, and the gel-like space barrier wrapped around his hand gave him a cold feeling.

His palm pressed against the wine glass, and he felt nothing at first, but soon the wine glass merged into the secondary space and was caught in his hand.

In Bokojie's vague memory, there seemed to be a certain priest who had such an ability.

He was shocked and looked at Qingtian with a complicated expression.

He had previously found out that Sost was a practitioner of the fire and metal elements. Even if the opponent hides his strength, he will not have such a high level of spatial psychic energy.

Although there was something wrong with Bokojie's brain, his perception was still sharp. Based on what he had seen before, he was now very sure that this was not Baron Sost.

Seeing that he was staring at her, Qingtian raised her lips and smiled at him, "No matter who I am or what abilities I have, it will not affect your future.

Bokojie nodded after hearing this and stopped asking any more meaningless questions.

The other party is powerful, and given his current situation, he is not qualified to go back and question him. It is better to continue friendly cooperation.

Seeing this, Qingtian felt slightly relieved. As long as Bokojie didn't regain his memory, she could control him.

Who let him do his own evil...

Afterwards, the two of them entered the Ye Slave "warehouse" through the service desk on the top floor of the auction house.

Unmanned metal cages are stacked on one side of the warehouse, with iron plates hanging on them. The iron plates have numbers and the time of delivery and collection written on them.

On the other side, there are more than twenty metal cages containing people. There are men and women inside, of varying ages. The youngest ones look like children...

These night slaves have extremely outstanding appearances, each with its own characteristics. Some of them looked empty, without hope or expectation, like zombies; some of them had calculations and intentions on their faces, and some of them looked lazy, resting against the iron cage with a look of indifference.

Qingtian retracted his sizing gaze and turned to the middle of the warehouse.

A slowly moving rubber conveyor belt in the middle carries a metal cage. The underground city staff carried the empty cage down and recorded the metal tag filled in by the service staff downstairs.

They then move the cages of prepared night slaves back onto the conveyor belt to keep the auction hall with enough moving night slaves for guests to enjoy.

Sunny lowered his eyes, the coldness and violence in his eyes blocked by his eyelashes.

She couldn't agree with this practice of not treating others as human beings, whether they were voluntary or forced.

Although all creatures are born with strengths and weaknesses, this is not an excuse for the strong to abuse the weak. Otherwise, what is the difference between intelligent creatures and low-level beasts that only rely on instinct to survive...

But many things cannot be completely eradicated. This is the bad nature of the subject, but they can be suppressed by social order and regulations, and can develop in a more civilized and orderly direction.

After clearing his thoughts, Qingtian raised his red eyes and looked at the roof of the warehouse.

Since images and sounds cannot be transmitted to the provincial government in the secondary space, she has to go to reality to obtain evidence.

On a sunny day, walk along the side wall of the secondary space towards the roof.

For her, there is no up, down, left, right, or gravitational pull in subspace without a standardized coordinate system. Any line or plane can be under her feet.

Bokojie looked at Sunny, who was standing upside down above his head and slowly moved out, and sighed in his heart at the excellent practicality of space spiritual energy.

Suddenly, a person flashed in his mind. He was the main force in dungeon renovation, he was also a space master, and he was an old immortal who had changed his soul...

Bokojie rubbed his forehead and felt that his brain was a little swollen and the injured area was slightly hot and painful.

If only I could get rid of this damn spirit control ring.

After trying it, his spiritual power still seemed to be hidden and unable to be used.

But he could sense the space where spiritual power gathered along the damaged meridians. There was a gray-purple substance there that suppressed the movement of spiritual power and melted with the spiritual power. However, those substances were obviously at the end of their power and were getting thinner and thinner. …

Sunny Sky hid in the corner of the roof, quietly transmitted the situation in the warehouse back to the provincial capital, and then quickly returned to the secondary space.

She asked Bokojie, "Except for these night slaves, how did the other slaves get in and where are they kept?"

Bokojie was in a good mood because he found that the unknown substance that sealed and controlled spiritual power in his body was diminishing.

He said gently: "Have you seen the door over there? If you have the space key, you can go directly to the slave selection area of ​​the dungeon. Everyone who comes in will be tested and divided into destinations in that area. The slaves who have not had time to be assigned will also be Locked up over there.”

"That area is huge and leads to different areas of the dungeon."

It turned out to be the case.

Qingtian was planning to take Bokojie to explore when she suddenly heard Bokojie asking her.

"Do you know of a drug that is more powerful than the Sanling Pill for sealing and controlling spiritual power? The kind that will damage the meridians and destroy the spiritual space..."

As soon as he asked, he paused.

A translucent pill suddenly flashed through his mind. They were floating in the air and suffused with gray spiritual power.

The pills floated up and down, and finally fell into a delicate box...

Thinking of this, he suddenly hugged his head, and the pain from the previous wound flashed.

Qingtian's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he raised his hand and gave him two healing powers. His eyes were flooded with dark light and he activated the soul master's spiritual soothing power.

"Relax and relax. Everything will be fine when we complete the task. Don't think about anything now and rest quietly."

The pain in Bokojie's head eased. As Qingtian's spiritual energy came into play, all the chaotic images and thoughts disappeared, leaving him in a state of ignorance and emptiness.

After a while, Bokojie gradually came back to his senses, rubbed his head tiredly, and whispered: "Thank you."

"Your treatment is very effective. My injured area feels much better now."

Qingtian's eyes flashed slightly and he said calmly: "It's okay, let's go to the drug trading and manufacturing office in the underground city you mentioned before."

Bokojie's state is unstable, and the spatial location of the slave is already available, so he can take some time off first. The top priority is to obtain evidence of the banned drug Powder Pill as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams.

Bokojie looked at him for a moment and asked, "Aren't you going to see the slave anymore?"

Qingtian glanced at the huge wall clock outside the space and said in a sincere tone: "It's a bit late. You look very tired. Let's go investigate the medicine first."

"We will come back early after collecting the evidence over there. You can rest after that, and I can come here alone to collect the evidence."

Bokojie gave a faint hum and did not refute.

Sost obviously made a temporary change because of his bad state just now.

But this person seems to be overly considerate. The pain of this old injury is not as important as obtaining evidence. No matter how tired he is, there is no reason to rest.

In addition, Sost can use high-level psychic powers, so he must have been freed from the constraints of the soul-controlling bracelet...

Thinking of this, Bokojie frowned.

Sost had the ability but did not help himself to remove the spirit control ring. Did he not pay attention or did it deliberately...

And his own state affected the direction of his subsequent evidence collection. What made him feel that time was pressing?

What is he worried about...

Weird thoughts popped up one after another, and Bokojie's footsteps became slow and heavy, and his eyes gradually became gloomy.