Chapter 522 523. The People Here Speak Really Nicely

(one more)

"Da da da……"

The sound of footsteps came from far to near. Yang Ming's unhurried footsteps seemed to be stepping on Scott's heart. In an instant, his blood pressure soared.

Before Yang Ming arrived, Scott lifted off the black helmet in a panic, revealing a ferocious middle-aged face with a slanted scar. Contempt, like looking at a monster in the skin of a demon, full of fear!

Why, this young man can use soul skills in the killing capital?

Scott couldn't even think of this problem without breaking his head.

In fact, under the rules of this side of the killing capital, only the soul skills attached to the soul ring are prohibited. If a soul master has a soul bone, he can still use the soul skills attached to the soul bone.

Yang Ming's existence is even more special, so naturally he is not bound too tightly by the rules.

Seeing Yang Ming raise his long sword, Scott shuddered and begged for mercy:

"Less... master, don't kill me, you have passed my test and are qualified to enter the capital of killing."

Scott's mouth was full of bitterness, thinking that after living for so many years, he actually wanted to beg for mercy from a young man who was a generation younger than himself. It was really shameful, but it was better to live than to die. In order to survive, what's the point of throwing away moral integrity?

After all, Scott was afraid that Yang Ming would not know the rules when he gave birth to a calf, so he killed him in a fit of anger. He quickly stretched out his bloody hand into his arms and groped for a while, then took out a black sign from his arms and handed it to Yang Ming. .

Yang Ming glanced at the sign lightly. There was a skull engraved on the sign, and there was a number below it, 6666.

Seeing that Yang Ming was silent, Scott thought he didn't understand what it was, so he quickly explained:

"This is the proof that you are in the capital of killing. After entering the city with it, someone will greet you at the city gate."

Yang Ming took the black sign, looked at Coster's begging expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, his fingers were rubbing the black sign, his eyes were playful:

"That's it?"

Scott thought that Yang Ming was unwilling to give up, and anger suddenly rose in his heart. After all, he was also a member of the law enforcement team, and he was usually only courted and flattered by others. How had he ever been threatened like this?

However, when Scott inadvertently glanced at those god-like indifferent pupils, the anger that had just risen in his chest seemed to be extinguished by a downpour, and his body and soul chilled for no reason. , goosebumps all up.

will die! will die!

Scott lowered his head subconsciously, for fear that Yang Ming would see through the disrespect he had raised just now, then tremblingly took out the wallet from his pocket and handed it to Yang Ming, saying:

"Master, this is a small tribute, please accept it."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Scott couldn't help but feel a little pain in his flesh. This was his salary for this month!

"You are wise!"

Yang Ming chuckled, ignoring Scott's unsightly expression, took the wallet and opened it. Inside were two crystal clear glass bottles filled with a bright red liquid that was from the Slaughter Capital. The bloody mary is a specialty, and it is also the common currency of the killing capital.

In the Slaughter City, soul coins are not used, and everyone uses Bloody Mary as an equivalent exchange. Over time, the default common currency has been formed.

Casually put two bottles of Bloody Mary into the Youhaina ring, Yang Ming turned and left.

After Yang Ming walked away, the rest of the black-armored warriors seemed to have just recovered from their fugue. They leaned forward and pulled Scott up from the ruins, and whispered bewitchingly:

"Master Scott, that kid actually treated you like this, why don't we inform the people on the law enforcement team and let them..."

Before the sobering guy could finish speaking, Scott's face darkened, and he slapped him with such force that he punched a hole in the black mask, and the man even hit the mask with a bang on his head. With a bang, a trace of blood fell from under the mask and fell to the ground tick-tock.

Although Scott was as cowardly as a grandson in front of Yang Ming, he didn't show any cowardice towards these extremely vicious subordinates. He showed a ferocious face and yelled angrily, saying:

"You idiot, use your brain to think about it, that guy can use soul skills in this place, and also has a space reserve soul guide, such a character must have a noble status outside, how could it be you and me? The existence that can be remembered, the next time you want to do something, remember to use your brain first."

Although Yang Ming was already 500 meters away from Scott, the voices of their conversation fell into Yang Ming's ears verbatim.

"It's not too stupid to be in a pig cage."

Yang Ming snorted softly and continued to move forward.

The pitch-black city gate gave people an extremely depressing feeling. On the huge city gate, hung the words "Slaughter Capital".

In front of the door, two rows of black-armored warriors stood there quietly. Before Yang Ming could show his ID card, a woman with a black veil had already come out.

"Welcome to the capital of killing."

The woman's voice was pleasant to hear, she walked away from Yang Ming and made a gesture of please.

Look at this woman's posture, it doesn't look like a gathering place for criminals, thugs, and murderers. Instead, it looks like a hotel with big rewards, and everyone is welcome.

Of course, if outsiders are confused by the scene in front of them, I can only say that you will not be wronged if you die inside later.

The capital of killing is not only a holy place for killing, but also the best display of the dark side of human nature. No matter how friendly people are, they may turn their faces and deny people in the next moment.

But here, young children who seem to have no power to restrain chickens, and lonely old people who are bullied by others may all be frightening killers.

Yang Ming looked at the woman in front of him meaningfully. If you look carefully, you will find that her fingers have thick calluses, but her arms are not thick, which means that she often holds light weapons such as daggers and knives.

The woman didn't apply nail polish on her hands, but Yang Ming's nose was very sharp, and he could smell a subtle fragrance coming from her nails. If there were no accidents, her nails should be stained with poison.

It should be said that this place really deserves to be the capital of killing with simple folk customs?

It's just getting more and more interesting.

Yang Ming was like a young man who was out for a spring break, with his hands behind his back, he leisurely followed the woman into the city gate, without the slightest hint of the arrogance he had when he defeated Scott just now.

Because of the identity card in his hand, no one stopped him.

Walking into the city, what greets the eyes is a blue-purple world. There are lights hanging on both sides of the street, and there are only two kinds of light released.