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The black veil girl nodded and said: "In the Slaughter City, there is a special law enforcement team. The terrorist knight Sir Scott you saw is only one of the law enforcement team. The great Slaughter King controls everything here. , The real powerhouses in the law enforcement team were all composed of Contras who were given the power of soul skills by the King of Slaughter. The captain was even a titled Douluo. There were many people who wanted to break out, but the result was nothing. No exceptions."

Hemingway knew that if Titled Douluo couldn't use spirit abilities and still be powerful, then Titled Douluo who could not use spirit abilities would almost certainly not be able to defeat a titled Douluo that could use spirit abilities. Moreover, according to the black yarn girl, the captain of the law enforcement team in the Slaughter City turned out to be a titled Douluo who could use spirit abilities. No wonder she would say that you can only get in here, but you can't get out.

"Is there no way to get out?"

The black gauze girl said calmly: "That's not it. There is only one way to leave the killing capital. That is to win the champion of the **** killing field, and after having the qualification to challenge the **** road, rush out of the **** road before leaving the killing city. Anyone who is such a strong will be given the title of Killing God. The City of Killing has been built for thousands of years, and there have been eight Killing Gods before and after."

Eight millennia, this is an unbalanced number.

"Then the challenge failed?" Hemingway asked.

The black gauze girl smiled and said: "In the killing capital, there is no failure. Only success and death. This is true of everything."

Hemingway smiled slightly, "It seems that this place really deserves to be the capital of killing."

The black yarn girl said: "In the city of killing, there is no currency, and any food is provided for free. Of course, poison is not ruled out. Here, the dead are the most valuable. Everyone will use the number of skulls they own as a symbol of strength. Kill the opponent’s blood and skulls with your own hands, which can be exchanged for other items."

A cold light flashed in Hemingway's eyes, and as expected, anyone has a way to die here!

"Okay, take me to the killing fields of hell." Hemingway said calmly.

The black girl froze for a moment, "Are you sure? There are less than one tenth of the people who can come out alive. It is also the place where the population of our killing capital is the easiest to reduce. Everyone is asked every year. Enter the Hell Killing Field once. As long as you can pass a battle, you can live in the Killing Capital for another year."

Hemingway said faintly: "I'm sure, go now." Vaguely, Hemingway could see through the black veil on the girl's face, he could see the frowning eyebrows on the beautiful face inside.

"In that case, you come with me." After speaking, the black yarn girl walked into the city.

She kept the pace very even, always following Hemingway, only half a step faster than Hemingway.

Hemingway was not in a hurry to do anything, but quietly observed everything around him. As he was walking, a figure suddenly stood up on the side of the road. In the dark corner where he was before, even Hemingway, who hadn't turned on his sights at all times, hadn't noticed.

"Yeah, a new person is coming to pull it. It seems that there is a new Bloody Mary. Quack." Hemingway's brow wrinkled as he glanced at this person. It's special. There doesn't seem to be four or two pieces of meat all over his body. If it weren't for the skin on the outside, I'm afraid it would be easy for people to misunderstand that he is a skeleton.

Moreover, through simple observation, Hemingway could clearly feel that this person was not caused by any special exercises. Deficiency of qi and blood may cause death at any time.

"Can someone like him pass through the **** killing field once a year?" Hemingway asked the black yarn girl.

The skull-shaped person then saw the black gauze **** the other side of Hemingway, as if she had encountered something terrifying, she didn't dare to say anything anymore, and quickly disappeared into the darkness again.

"Of course not. Not everyone needs to be baptized in the **** killing field. After all, the mortality rate there is too high. In addition to experiencing a battle in the **** killing field every year, there is another way to kill The capital survives. That is to contribute two Cups of Bloody Mary every month."

Before coming here, Hemingway already knew what Bloody Mary was. That is human blood. From this point of view, the person just now didn't know how much blood he contributed to become like this, I am afraid he will not be able to support it for long.

"There are too many **** Marys to contribute. Isn't it letting someone kill?" Hemingway frowned.

The black yarn girl said: "No, you are now in the outer city of the killing capital, not the real killing capital. Only the inner city is a place where there are really no rules. Those who contribute to the **** Mary can only stay outside. City activities, and the outer city is not allowed to kill at will. Only those warriors who survived the killing fields in the **** are qualified to live in the inner city. Of course, the enjoyment that can be obtained there is greater than that of the outside, but it will be at any time. Facing the test of death."

"That said, the Killing City is completely another world, so what is the food source of the Killing City? In this kind of place, I am afraid it is impossible to grow it, and no one will go back to plant it." Hemingway said. Then, his eyes always fell on the black yarn girl. In this short period of time, he simply experimented. It was discovered that the skills attached to the soul bone would not be affected by this special field.

The black yarn girl's face changed slightly, "I'm sorry, I don't know about this. I can't answer you."

Hemingway said indifferently: "Does the Wuhun Temple know of the existence here? If you do, why don't they come to annihilate you, who have always claimed justice?"

He was unceremonious in asking this sentence, but there was a lot of knowledge in it. Although the Killing City is an isolated underground world. But when I arrived, there were still so many people in the tavern outside, which showed that it was not the people who did not guide here.

The black gauze girl sneered, "What if you know? Wuhun Temple will not do anything to us. Let alone whether they can benefit in this world. Destroying the Killing City will not benefit them at all. No. 9527 Don’t forget, sir, it’s almost impossible for people who enter the capital of killing to get out again. And those who can come here are full of depraved and sinful human beings. This place has nothing to do with the outside world. The capital of killing is like It is a special prison that helps the Spirit Hall to see where the most sinister criminals are located. You said, why should the Spirit Hall be destroyed? They might be eager for more wicked people to come here."

Hemingway nodded clearly. Sure enough, the existence of this Slaughter City was built on the connivance of Wuhun Palace. In any case, even if the spirit ability cannot be used here, its strength cannot be compared to the Wuhun Temple covering the entire continent.

Walking on the road, people on both sides gradually increased, almost everyone's face showed unhealthy paleness, and more of them were skinny. Needless to say, these are people who dared not enter the killing fields of hell, but lingered by contributing two cups of Bloody Mary every month.

Hemingway had fresh memories of the Cup of Bloody Mary he had drunk. He clearly remembered that the cup was at least half a catty, and two cups a month was a catty of blood.

One or two months may be nothing, but if it continues to do so in a place where there is no sunlight, how can the body be able to withstand it.

Hemingway thought to himself, perhaps, this city of killing itself was secretly supported by the Spirit Hall, otherwise, where does the food for such a city come from? Where did the various items come from?

In the outer city of the Slaughter City, there are simple black stone houses on both sides of the street, and every stretch of the road, there will be some special eating places. Many people lined up there waiting for the food to be distributed.

In the sense, it is just better than the beggar. As for the so-called paradise of sin, the so-called enjoyment simply does not exist. In this regard, the explanation given by the black yarn girl is also very simple. The wicked are also divided into three, six or nine classes. Only the truly powerful wicked can enjoy themselves in this fallen paradise.

As for the useless waste, it is not entitled to it.

The city was bigger than Hemingway had imagined. After more than half an hour, when Hemingway had some knowledge of the outer city, the black veil girl brought him to the front of a city wall. Compared with the outer wall of the Slaughter City, this city wall is not high, and the highest point is only about ten meters. Obviously, behind this city wall is the inner city of the Slaughter City.

The city gate was wide open, and there were no guards. The black gauze girl indifferently introduced to Hemingway: "The inner city does not need guards. People from the outer city can go inside at any time as long as they have the courage to enter. Of course, when you get inside, They also have to endure the unknowns of the inner world. You have just arrived in the killing capital, and I suggest you better live in the outer city for a while. When you get used to everything here, it’s better to enter the inner city. Later After entering the inner city, please do not leave me for five meters, otherwise, I cannot guarantee your safety."

"Is it safe to be with you?" Hemingway said amusedly.

The black yarn girl glanced at him, and the pair that was exposed outside the black yarn, which was not very beautiful, flashed a proud light, "I am the messenger of the Slaughter King. In the Slaughter City, no one dares to offend the Slaughter King. The majesty. In the twelve hours after you entered this world, it is the protection period for the newcomer. With me by your side, it is the best protection for your life. After this time, then you can only live and die. ."

There is also a protection period for the newcomers. It seems that this killing city really has its own system.

Without hesitation, Hemingway and the black yarn girl stepped into the inner city together. Just as soon as he stepped into the inner city, Hemingway immediately felt a completely different atmosphere from the outer city. If the outer city is a dead, indifferent world. Then, the inner city is a luxurious and crazy world.

Various colors of light can be seen everywhere. The inner city has more people than the outer city, which is completely different from the quietness of the outer city. The inner city is extremely chaotic. There were excitement laughter, painful crying, and many creepy sounds everywhere.

Looking around, in a corner on the left, an extremely tall man is pulling a plump woman's hair in his hands, doing indescribable things.

Vent your desires in the public.

There was a group of people around, but they were all cheering him. On the other side, three or four people were beating a young man wildly. Tang San watched that one of the young man's arms was removed, and the man who removed his arm was still chewing with his broken arm.

"It's not so much a paradise of sin, it's a world of beasts," Hemingway said lightly.

The eyes of the black veil girl beside him suddenly said, "Are you provoking the authority of the King of Slaughter? If so, the great King of Slaughter will inevitably obliterate you from here. Since you are here, You can only follow the rules here."

Hemingway gave her a noncommittal look, "Take me to the killing fields of hell."

The black yarn girl was obviously dissatisfied with him, and this time she stopped persuading him, but strode to the inner city. The inner city can indeed be said to be a luxury city, or it can be said to be eroded and rotten. Just as the black yarn girl said, with her by her side, although a lot of unkind eyes fell on Hemingway, no one came up to harass him.

Here, Hemingway furrowed his brows and felt he couldn't bear to look straight. In his eyes, he saw too many things he had never seen before. Men and women can do it anytime on the street, and some are even killed in the process.

Hemingway clearly saw that when a man was at the peak, his throat was cut by a sharp blade from the woman below him.

And the beautiful girl was still in the convulsions, sucking the bright red liquid from the man's throat madly. Although there was no food in his belly, Hemingway still felt a little nauseated. The sense of disgust for this world is increasing exponentially.

He suddenly discovered that in this killing city, there is no need to deliberately control it, and the killing intent will continue to surge up. It seems that only through killing can the hostility accumulated in his heart be released.

As he was walking, suddenly, there was some commotion ahead. At least dozens of people surrounded there, and screams continued to be heard among them. A stream of blood suddenly emerged from the inside, and the onlookers dodge a path by themselves~www.NovelMTL.com~ A figure slowly walked out of it.

Seeing this man, Hemingway stopped unconsciously, and his eyes showed unconcealed surprise. He couldn't think of seeing an acquaintance in this sinful city and the city of slaughter.

Walking out of the crowd was a young girl. He was all dressed in black, with long hair neatly combed behind his back, tied with a rope. Holding a short sword with a length of more than a foot and a cold light. A pair of beautiful eyes full of monsters and charm twinkled.

Compared with the glamorous women seen on the street before, she is like a Qinglian white couple who is out of mud but not stained. The almost perfect figure, and the cold temperament different from before, are all eye-catching. On the smooth dagger in her hand, a drop of blood was slipping quietly.

Those onlookers looked at her with a look of fear in their eyes. Yes, this man Hemingway knew.

Not long ago, during the Soul Master Competition, this woman had fallen in front of him.

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