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Chapter 327 Chapter 320 Five · "Long time no see, father"

In the silence of the night, two figures rushed into the deeper darkness.

Huali Street in the South District is said to be under lockdown at this time due to the riots.

The whole street was empty, without even a lamp, like a deserted ancient street.

It was as if someone had cleared the venue ahead of time and was waiting for him to come.

Su Mingan walked straight forward and stopped suddenly.

Yamada Machiichi followed behind with his head down, almost bumping into him.

"how?"

"Here we come." Su Mingan looked ahead.

Yamada-cho raised his head.

In the silent darkness in front of him, there was a sudden fluctuation.

The cool night breeze runs through this quiet street, and a twisting light and shadow emerges in the middle of the street.

Like pieces of black fragments put together, the man's figure gradually became complete like paper splicing. He lowered the brim of his hat, covered his face with a pure black mask, and a pair of blood-red eyes stood out in the darkness.

"My dear guests, welcome to the Soul Clan headquarters." The man said.

Yamada Machiichi was a little nervous.

He didn't know why Su Mingan went straight to Huali Street as soon as he went out, as if he knew the leader of the soul clan was here.But he understood that this must be the most dangerous area in Praia.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.After all, he and Su Mingan are two human beings, and human beings are the food of the soul clan.The soul race is driven by hunger and desire, and it is difficult to guarantee that this group of guys will maintain their sanity in front of them.

He watched the soul race stretch out his hand, and saw the space around him start to fluctuate.The fluctuation enveloped the two of them, and they seemed to be teleporting.

"...So it's a barrier." Su Mingan understood.

He was a little strange before, hundreds of soul races, if they want to have a unified leader, they must gather regularly.

He previously thought that this group of soul clans gathered in places like the underground auditorium, but now it seems that some soul clansmen also have the ability to control the barrier.They set up an enchantment in the southern district openly, lived in the enchantment, and only came out to hunt when they were hungry.

In this case, it's no wonder that Soul Hunting has been unable to completely wipe out the Soul Race.

The surrounding space fluctuated, and the scene before Su Mingan's eyes changed.

The originally dark and quiet street suddenly changed, as if the world was gradually dyed, it gradually became brighter.

The dimmed street lamps flickered on for a moment, the dusty window sills were as clean as new, the bustling sounds could be heard endlessly, and many "people" who were shopping suddenly appeared on the empty street.

Dressed in various clothes and carrying lanterns or lanterns, they shuttled through the lively streets.There are couples talking in low voices, mothers holding their children, and grandpas standing on the side of the street watching all this with a smile.

Black birds fly low in the sky, and the trees with green leaves sway in the night wind, casting sparse shadows under the light.

——Passing through the barrier, Su Mingan saw such a lively scene.

The soul clan leading the way put down their hands and looked at them.

"Guest, welcome to the gathering place of the headquarters of the Soul Clan, Huali Street in the South District." The man said with a light smile.

Yamada-machi was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

"These..." He pointed at the group of people strolling the night market: "...are they all Soul Race?"

"Of course." The man led them forward.

As if they smelled the scent of humans, the people on the street turned their heads for a moment, their eyes were blood red, and they seemed to be very longing for Su Mingan and Yamada Machiichi who were walking in the middle of the street.

Yamadacho glanced at a little girl dancing with a rubber band, and his mouth couldn't close.

"The guest seems to be very puzzled?" the man asked as he walked.

"Of course." Yamada Machiichi said, "If you don't look at the color of the eyes, these people are no different from humans."

"Yes, there is no difference." The man smiled gently.

He raised his hand, greeted an old lady who was stepping on a sewing machine, and said softly, "...then what do you think is the difference?"

Yamada-machi was speechless for a while.

He has seen some soul race.

But those soul races are all blood-stained, so hungry that they are irrational, and they will pounce on humans when they see them, no different from wild beasts.

but now……

He actually saw a group of soul races that were almost indistinguishable from humans.

There are men and women, old and young, and they have a complete social structure. Although the street is not long, and it seems that there are only two or three hundred soul races, it has also formed a small order.

"There is no difference, and there should be no difference." The man raised his hands, and his voice sounded very excited: "We should not have any difference except for eating human beings. The soul race should not be a race dominated by hunger and desire, Human beings shouldn't be doomed food, we could have lived in harmony."

He said, with a raised tone, as if he was expressing his firm belief: "We can also cry, laugh, and perceive emotions. If we don't eat, we will be hungry, if we are injured, we will hurt, and if we are killed, we will die."

"We love people, we hate people, we have relatives and friends."

"We live in this world, and we also want to live in peace, without having to fight with others all day long, and without having to hide in the barrier, like a mouse that can't see the light of day."

"...We should have no difference, and we will not become enemies." His words ended here:

"But humans will never let us go."

Yamada-machi frowned slightly.

After all, in his opinion, these people walking on the street really look no different from the residents of Praia.

He glanced at Su Ming'an, originally thinking that this person would argue with this soul man.

But Su Mingan didn't speak, just walked aside quietly.

...until the two of them came to a market.

Yamada-machi stopped short.

He was a little shocked by the sight in front of him.

This market is actually not a place to sell vegetables or meat.

Those iron cages were filled with people.

live human beings.

Their limbs were bound, and they were shrunk in iron cages like balls. Their mouths were taped and they could only make a sound of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu".The sound of limbs colliding with the iron cage was a bit dull, and this market was full of such sounds.

From a rough look, the number of iron cages was no less than fifty.

He even saw an unclothed human woman inside, lying inside like an animal, for the soul clan to pick out for a walk, and then slipped away by the soul clan leading the chain like a dog.

He watched this scene in shock, and then heard Su Mingan beside him laugh.

"...that's what you call 'no difference'." Su Mingan said.

"No, in fact, we are no different from human beings." The man responded: "What I said is not wrong-if you go to the west side of Praia and go to those slave markets, you will know that human beings are Do the same things as us. Some of them even break off the limbs of our compatriots and make them into ornamental objects... And what is even more unimaginable to me is that they even buy and sell human beings like them—they compare We are more cruel."

Su Mingan knew that the man was right.

As early as when he first arrived in Praia, he encountered a tavern where people were traded. The slave trade in Praia must be very rampant, but he did not go to the trading venue to see it.

He watched the scene of the slave trade, and saw the seller and the man greet each other warmly.

Men seem to have a high status here.

The man continued to move forward, and then entered a circular building.

"Su Ming'an..." Yamada Machi approached him and lowered his voice, "I feel like this place is too dangerous."

"Didn't you want to come?" Su Mingan said.

"No, although it is true, this is too..." Yamada Machi glanced at the blood-stained humans in the iron cage.

Humans are universally empathetic.

When they see beings like themselves in trouble, they also feel distressed for it.

Perhaps the two of them stayed in place for too long, and the man who entered the door turned back.

Under the pure black mask, there was a pair of playful eyes.

"What's the matter, my guest, what are you doing at the door?" He smiled and said, "Come in, there are some things we can talk about later."

Su Mingan walked in.

Yamada-cho hesitated for a moment, but followed him in.

Even though he knew it was dangerous, he couldn't turn back.

Entering this enchantment is equivalent to boarding a thief ship.In this kind of city ruled by the soul race, he, a human being, can only do his best at every step.

"Whoa-"

As soon as he stepped into the building, he heard bursts of extremely high-pitched screams.

The cheers came out like water splashing, and the warm yellow lights inside seemed a bit dazzling.

Yamada-machi squinted his eyes, and saw that they seemed to be in a high platform auditorium, and below was a colosseum-like venue.Brilliant lights shrouded the top of the rotunda, illuminating the remaining blood of the Colosseum below.

A human in thin clothes was fighting with another human in the arena. They were holding sharp knives, and blood was sprinkled on the sand in the arena. The two of them had killed each other.

The auditorium in the outer circle was filled with cheering soul clans.

"kill him--"

"Kill him!"

"Little Al! I bet on you! Don't let me down—"

The soul clan cheered loudly, their blood-red eyes brightened.

They are generally dressed in gorgeous clothes like aristocrats. Many female souls wear hairpins on their heads and shake fans in their hands, looking like a lady.

Such a scene, it seems, is completely no different from the arena on the human side.

It's just that the people watching other people's life and death struggles have changed from human beings to soul races.

Approaching from the night into the brightly lit arena for a moment, Yamada Machiichi's eyes still couldn't get used to it. He glanced at the audience seats and was shocked by the number of souls.

... Absolutely no less than 200 people.

It is clearly stated in the soul hunting information.It is impossible for the number of soul race to exceed a thousand.

But now it seems that there may be more than this number in just one soul city in the southern region.

If these people regard him as an enemy, and pounce on him at the same time in the next moment...

Yamada Machi felt that this step was too risky.

It seemed to him that he shouldn't have come to see the leader of the soul clan so soon, he underestimated the strength of the soul clan.

The man was still walking ahead and led them into a private room.

The private room is very large, with fruits and red wine on the table, and under the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass in front, the scene of the arena below can be seen clearly.

The cheers of the audience came in through the glass, and there was a smell of blood and frenzy surrounding the arena.

"Would you like to try it? The best drink in Praia." The man poured the wine with his body, and his posture was extraordinarily elegant. With his black and white attire like a waiter, he looked like a qualified butler.

"I don't drink." Su Mingan said.

"I...I don't drink either." Yamada Machiichi followed immediately.He watched the man pour the wine, and suddenly moved his nose, smelling something wrong.

……and many more.

He widened his eyes slightly.

That's not red wine at all.

The scarlet liquid was clearly blood, human blood.

Faint blood was floating in the air, and the transparent glass was shining with a golden reflection.

The man put down his wine glass and sat down amidst the sounds of fighting and cheers below.

"This gentleman." Yamada Machi said, "We are here to find the leader of the soul clan."

"Well, I know." The man said with a smile: "Sit down first, dear guest, we can talk now if we have anything to do."

He slowly raised his hand, and pressed his bony hand on the pure black mask.

When he put down his hands, he had already taken off his mask and his high hat, revealing a handsome face that looked extraordinarily young and pale.

The blond hair hangs down on his full forehead, and the lamplight dangles in his blood-red eyes. The look in his eyes has some deep meaning.

"Let me introduce myself." The man said, "I am the leader of the Praia Soul Clan, the leader of the Soul Clan City, and the high-ranking Soul Clan Servia."

Then, instead of looking at Yamada Machiichi, he shifted his gaze to Su Mingan.

"Long time no see." He said, "...Father."

……

At this moment, Yamada Machiichi suddenly wanted to escape.

(End of this chapter)