Chapter 371: Devil Among Humans

As Cheyenne and the young girl locked eyes, the girl pleaded silently with her gaze. Was she seeking help from Cheyenne?

Cheyenne gasped silently, biting her luscious red lip as she glanced at the other iron cages nearby. She realized that it wasn’t just the young girl locked in there. The cages held not only middle-aged men in professional attire and young women stripped of their clothes, but also children as young as seven or eight years old and elderly people with grey hair.

Some were still alive, while others had perished.

The underground floor seemed unattended. Only a few people came in, roughly estimated to be around thirty. They wore masks and had an air of elegance, chatting and taking their seats. Cheyenne found a relatively inconspicuous spot near the center and sat down. Two men in front of her were engaged in a cheerful conversation.

One of them said, “I still need one more ingredient. I’ll come by tonight to search for it. I wonder if I can find a good one.”

“Tonight is the thirteenth, the day of judgment. There will definitely be satisfying ingredients available. By the way, I wasn’t satisfied with the previous one I bought. When the next trader comes, I’ll sell her and exchange her for a different type,” the other person replied.

“I had my eye on a girl last time. Her hands were quite nice, but unfortunately, she was afflicted by the Misty Forest. If I buy her and she dies right away, her skin will shrivel up and become stiff. It won’t be pretty.”

When the two men mentioned “Misty Forest,” Cheyenne’s eyes brightened. She reached out and patted the shoulder of one of the men. He turned his head, sniffed the air greedily, and stared at Cheyenne’s neck, captivated by her intoxicating scent.

“Hello there. Miss, are you looking for me?” he said.

Cheyenne endured his rudeness and curved her luscious lips, her voice dripping with charm. She inquired, “Yes, sir. You mentioned Misty Forest earlier, and I would like to purchase it. May I ask who I should approach?”

skin of her neck. “Misty Forest… It’s not for

they referring

reveal her true intentions. She lightly nodded her chin, her

it to the two men in

the cigarettes apologetically, quietly waiting for the

began to close slowly. Just as the imposing iron door was about to shut completely, a familiar and magnetic voice came from outside.

buzzed

Was it him?

she turned around, she saw a tall and imposing figure, dressed in a three-piece tailored black suit. His legs were long and muscular, exuding an air of confidence, with a chilling

his was silver-gray, matching the

why

that he

was impossible. He knew that Miss Berry, his childhood friend, was the culprit. Going

a preemptive strike, found the evidence, and then

seemed

She coldly stood up and moved

that dark figure, watching him glance around the crowd before choosing a seat closer to

seats in between. Hopefully, this

in sky-blue dress, with enchanting figures, walked up to the stage. Standing

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