The odd number of Douluo

Chapter 307 Confession
Day after day, time rotates like a merry-go-round in a circle forever.

The Hell Killing Fields is like a tireless meat grinder, people die here every day, but there are no empty seats here every day.

The three external forces continuously provide fresh blood for the Slaughter City. For those who have made mistakes and committed heinous crimes in the outside world, the Slaughter City is not only not terrible in their eyes, but very "cute".

Because there are no secular rules and no moral and etiquette constraints here, for them, the evil of human nature can be fully displayed here, and this place is no different from heaven for them.

but……

Even in heaven, the place where the light cannot shine is still darkness, and for this group of people living in "heaven", they are still afraid of "darkness".

They... are still afraid of death, no matter how sinful or crazy they are, they still keep a respectful distance from the death of eternal darkness.

However, in the past year, three people have been persecuting them like a nightmare, making them speed up their pace towards darkness and death.

Outside the killing fields of hell.

Zhao Xuan left the Hell Killing Field from the passage, with a strong murderous aura on his body, the expressions of the villains wandering on the street changed when they saw Zhao Xuan, and then disappeared in front of him in an instant.

Tang San walked out from the main entrance, walked towards Zhao Xuan, and asked a little strangely.

"Didn't you say that you won't make shots recently? We almost ran into each other."

"No way, I'm in a bad mood."

Zhao Xuan sighed, then pointed to a tea house at the entrance of the street and said to Tang San: "Go and have a seat."

"it is good."

The two sat down in the teahouse, and then a waiter dressed in black presented several stacks of pastries and tea.

This is the maintenance staff of the Killing City. They served indifferently without a smile on their faces. After serving the tea and pastries, they retreated by themselves.

There is no production in the city of killing, people must be there to maintain the life here and watch over this group of evil spirits in the world.

Most of these people come from the three parties, and some are subordinates of the King of Slaughter. Several forces jointly maintain the stability of the capital of Slaughter.

Tang San sipped his tea, then stared at Zhao Xuan and asked seriously: "What are you looking for?"

When he came in, Zhao Xuan said that his purpose of entering the Slaughter City was to find something. In the past year, Zhao Xuan had indeed searched everywhere, but it seemed that he hadn't found anything.

More than a year has passed, Tang San's aura has become icy cold. Although his Blue Silver Domain is good, it is difficult to stop the continuous invasion of evil spirit and hostility. If Zhao Xuan is not there to help recuperate, I am afraid that his entire body People's will has been immersed in killing, and they have become one of the murderers in this killing city.

On the other hand, Zhao Xuan was still calm and calm, and he was not affected by these evil spirits and hostility at all. The murderous spirit on his body was very pure, like the purest ice, which made people shudder, but it did not affect it at all. The impurities in the body, evil spirit and hostility, have been purified by the world-cleaning white lotus after approaching Zhao Xuan.

Hearing this, Zhao Xuan put down the teacup on his lips, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "Little San, do you believe that there are gods in this world?"

Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly, and his handsome face became dignified in an instant, he asked with some surprise and some disbelief: "What... do you mean?!"

Tang San was shocked by Zhao Xuan's sudden question. He could only feel his heart beating violently at this moment. The word "God" kept echoing in his mind. , he would not say such a thing.

Seeing Tang San's appearance, Zhao Xuan smiled, then picked up a piece of pastry on the table and put it in his mouth, watching Tang San quietly.

Tang San was absent-minded for a long time, and the shock and confusion in Tang San's eyes slowly dissipated after a long time. He picked up the tea on the table, moistened his dry throat, looked at Zhao Xuan tightly with his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Is there a god in this world?"

"Yes, and there are quite a few."

Zhao Xuan nodded, and then said with some sighs, the more he understands the world, the more he feels small. The world is the world, but what is the sky?
Ordinary people don't understand it, but people with stronger strength will feel heavier.

Perhaps because of too much experience, Tang San's ability to accept has become very strong, so after experiencing the shock just now, his face has calmed down.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked hesitantly: "Even if there are gods in this world, what does it have to do with what you are looking for? Could it be that some gods left behind artifacts?"

Zhao Xuan gave Tang San a funny look, shook his head and said with a smile: "Little San, you are worthy of being a blacksmith, but you can think of divine weapons right away..."

Tang San blushed, glared at Zhao Xuan and said: "Then tell me what you are looking for."

Frowning in distress, Zhao Xuan sighed: "I said, I don't know, I was entrusted by a fallen god to come here to find something left by a god named Shura. Is that thing a divine weapon? Maybe it's a wide range, but it also means that I have a lot of goals."

"So... sad."

He didn't gain much for more than a year, and his only patience was almost wiped out, so he went to the hell killing field to vent his anger today.

"Now the only place that has not been explored is there."

Zhao Xuan's eyes suddenly looked out of the window, towards the palace complex on the small hill, which was the residence of the Slaughter King, and it was also a place he hadn't approached for more than a year.

"Where are you going?" Tang San's expression changed.

"That's right, I'm going to have a look there."

Zhao Xuan didn't hide anything, and revealed his intentions.

"But it's so dangerous there, you..."

Tang San said anxiously, but Zhao Xuan stopped him before he finished speaking.

With a smile on Zhao Xuan's face, he said softly: "Isn't this place dangerous for you?"

Tang San was silent. Over the past year, he fought in the hell killing field, and almost fell many times, but Zhao Xuan didn't make a move, because Zhao Xuan knew that this was his experience.

He has never blamed Zhao Xuan. On the contrary, if Zhao Xuan saved him, he might blame him instead, because this is his father's experience for him, and it is also his experience for himself. If there is a sense of crisis, it will be meaningless to experience here, after all, the meaning of this experience is not a meaningless fight at all.

Thinking up to this point, Tang San solemnly said to Zhao Xuan: "If you decide to go, then you must be careful!"

Zhao Xuan looked at the building under the purple moon from afar, looking so quiet, he nodded slightly: "I know."

Although this is the capital of killing, he never thought of becoming a wisp of remnant soul here.

(End of this chapter)