Chapter 294 Acquaintances.

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The black gauze girl nodded and said: "In the capital of slaughter, there is a special law enforcement team. The terrifying knight Scott you see is just a member of the law enforcement team. The great king of slaughter controls everything here. , The real powerhouses in the law enforcement team are composed of Soul Douluo who have been endowed with the ability to use soul skills by the King of Slaughter. No exceptions."

Hemingway knew in his heart that if a Titled Douluo could not use spirit abilities and still be strong, then a Titled Douluo who could not use spirit abilities would almost certainly not be able to defeat those who could use spirit abilities. And according to what the black-veiled girl said, the captain of the Slaughter City Law Enforcement Team turned out to be a Titled Douluo who could use soul skills. No wonder she said that you can only go in but not go out.

"Is there no way to get out?"

The black-veiled girl said indifferently: "That's not it. There is only one way to leave the Killing City. That is to become the champion of the Hell Killing Field, and after you have the qualification to challenge the Hell Road, you can rush out of the Hell Road before you can leave the Killing City. . Any strong person like that will be given the title of Killing God. The capital of killing has a history of thousands of years, and there have been eight killing gods before and after."

Millennium eight, what an unbalanced number.

"And what about failing the challenge?" Hemingway asked.

The black gauze girl smiled: "In the capital of killing, there is no failure. There is only success and death. This is the case with everything."

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

The girl in black gauze said: "In the capital of killing, there is no currency, and any food is provided for free. Of course, poison is not excluded. Here, the dead are the most valuable. Everyone will use the number of skulls they own as a symbol of power. . The blood and skulls that kill the opponent with their own hands can be exchanged for other items."

A cold light flashed in Hemingway's eyes, and sure enough, everyone here has a way to die!

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

The black gauze girl froze for a moment, "Are you sure? Entering there, less than one-tenth of the people who can come out alive. It is also the easiest place to reduce the population of our killing capital. Everyone is only asked every year. Enter the Killing Fields of Hell once. If you can get through a fight, you can live another year in the Killing Capital."

Hemingway said lightly: "I'm sure, I'll go now." Vaguely, Hemingway could see the frown on the beautiful face inside through the black veil on the girl's face.

"In this case,

Then you come with me. "After that, the black gauze girl walked into the city.

She kept her pace 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 by the side of the road. In the dark corner where he was before, even Hemingway, who had not always turned on his knowledge, did not notice.

"Yo, there's a new guy coming to pull, it looks like there's a new Bloody Mary. Gaga." Hemingway couldn't help frowning as he glanced at this man. The speaker couldn't tell his age because he was too tall. special. There seems to be no four taels of flesh on the whole body. If it weren't for the layer of skin on the outside, I'm afraid it would be easy for people to misunderstand that he was a skeleton.

Moreover, through simple observation, Hemingway could clearly feel that this person did not do this because of any special exercises. Deficiency of qi and blood can lead to death at any time.

"Can someone like him get through a hell killing field battle every year?" Hemingway asked the girl in the black veil.

Only then did the skeleton-shaped person see the black-veiled girl on the other side of Hemingway, as if something terrifying had happened to him, he didn't dare to say anything, and quickly disappeared into the darkness again.

"Of course not. Not everyone needs to go through a hell killing field baptism. After all, the death rate there is too high. Besides going through a hell killing field battle every year, there is another way to kill The capital survives. That's two Bloody Marys a month."

Before coming here, Hemingway already knew what a Bloody Mary was. That is human blood. Based on this, the person just now should have become like this because he didn't know how much blood he contributed. I'm afraid he won't be able to support him for long.

"There are so many Bloody Marys who have contributed, isn't it to be slaughtered by others?" Hemingway frowned.

The girl in black gauze said: "No, you are now in the outer city of the Slaughter City, not the real Slaughter City. Only the inner city is a place without rules. Those who contribute to Bloody Mary can only survive outside. The outer city is not allowed to kill at will. Only those warriors who have survived in the killing field of hell 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 also be at any time. face the test of death."

"So, the Slaughter City is completely another world, so what is the source of food for the Slaughter City? I'm afraid there is no way to grow it in such a place, and no one will grow it." Hemingway said. He kept his eyes on the black veil girl. In this short period of time, he simply experimented. It is found that the skills attached to the spirit bone will not be affected by the special field here.

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

Hemingway said indifferently: "Does the Spirit Hall know about the existence of this place? If so, why don't they, who have always prided themselves on justice, come and destroy you?"

He asked this question rudely, but there was a lot of knowledge in it. The Killing Capital is an underground world that is isolated from the rest of the world. But when he arrived, there were still so many people in the tavern outside, which meant that there were no people out there who were not guiding them.

The black gauze girl sneered, "So what if you know? Wuhun Temple will not take any action against us. Let's not talk about whether they can benefit in this world. Destroying the Slaughter City will not benefit them at all. No. 9527 Sir, don't forget that it is almost impossible for those who enter the killing city to go out. The people who can come here are full of depravity and sin. This place has nothing to do with the outside world. The killing city is like It is a special prison that helps Wuhun Temple to see where the most wicked prisoners are held. You say, why did Wuhun Temple destroy this place? I am afraid that they would like to have more wicked people come here. "

Hemingway nodded knowingly. Sure enough, the existence of this capital of slaughter was built on the connivance of the Spirit Hall. No matter how you say it, even if you can't use spirit skills here, its strength can't be compared to the Spirit Hall that covers the entire continent.

Walking on the road, the number of people on both sides gradually increased, and almost everyone had an unhealthy paleness on their faces, and more of them were skinny. Needless to say, these are the people who dare not enter the killing fields of hell, and survive by contributing two bloody Marys a month.

Hemingway had a fresh memory of the bloody Mary he once drank. He clearly remembered that it was at least half a catty, and two cups a month was a catty of blood.

One or two months may be nothing, but in this place without sunlight, how can the body be able to bear it.

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

In the outer city of the Slaughter City, there are some simple black stone houses on both sides of the street, and there are some special places to eat every other section of the road. A lot of people lined up waiting for the food to be distributed.

Feeling, that is, stronger than a beggar. As for the so-called paradise of sin, the so-called pleasure, there is no way to exist. In this regard, the explanation given by the black gauze girl is also very simple. The wicked are also divided into three, six and nine classes. Only the truly powerful wicked can enjoy themselves in this fallen paradise.

As for useless waste, there is no right to enjoy these.

The city was bigger than Hemingway had imagined. After walking for more than half an hour, when Hemingway got some knowledge of the outer city, the black gauze girl brought him to 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-veiled girl introduced to Hemingway indifferently: "The inner city does not need guards. People from the outer city can go inside at any time as long as they have the guts to enter. Of course, when they get inside, They also have to bear the unknowns of the inner world. You have just arrived in the killing capital, I suggest that you should live in the outer city for a while. After getting used to everything here, it is better to enter the inner city. After entering the inner city, please don't leave me five meters away, otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety."

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

The black veil girl glanced at him, and the pair of not very beautiful ones exposed outside the black veil flashed a proud light, "I am the messenger of the Slaughter King, in the Slaughter Capital, no one dares to offend the Slaughter King. The majesty of your life. Within the twelve hours you enter this world, it is a newcomer protection period. Having me by your side is the best protection for your life. After this time, you will have no choice but to live and die. ."

There is also a newcomer protection period. It seems that this capital of slaughter really has its own system.

Without hesitation, Hemingway stepped into the inner city together with the black veil girl. Just as soon as his footsteps entered the inner city, Hemingway immediately felt a completely different atmosphere from the outer city. If the outer city is a dead, indifferent world. The inner city, then, is the world of luxury, madness.

All kinds of colored light can be seen everywhere. There are more people in the inner city than the outer city, which is completely different from the quietness of the outer city. In the inner city, it is extremely chaotic. There were excited laughter, cries of pain, and many creepy sounds everywhere.

Looking around, in a corner on the left, an extremely tall and strong man was pulling the hair of a plump woman in his hands, doing indescribable things.

Express your desires in public.

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

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

The light in the eyes of the black gauze girl beside him suddenly turned aside, and she said solemnly: "Are you provoking the authority of the King of Slaughter? If so, the great King of Slaughter will surely kill you from here. Since you are here, Just follow the rules here."

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

The black gauze girl was obviously dissatisfied with him, and this time she no longer persuaded him, but strode to the inner city. The inner city can indeed be said to be a luxury capital, or it can be said to be corrupt and rotten. Just as the black-veiled girl said, with her by her side, although there were a lot of bad eyes on Hemingway, no one came forward to harass him.

Here, Hemingway frowned again and again, feeling that he couldn't bear to look directly. In his eyes, he saw so many things he had never seen before. Men and women can do anything on the street at any time, and some are even killed in the process.

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

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

He suddenly discovered that in this capital of slaughter, he did not need to deliberately control it, and the killing intent would continue to rush forward. It seems that only through killing can the anger accumulated in his heart be released.

While walking, suddenly, there was some commotion ahead. There were at least dozens of people around, and screams continued to be heard. A stream of blood rushed out from the inside, the onlookers avoided a path on their own, and a figure slowly walked out from the inside.

Seeing this person, Hemingway stopped involuntarily, and there was an undisguised surprise in his eyes. He never imagined that he would see an acquaintance in this city of sin and slaughter.

A girl walked out of the crowd. He was dressed in black, with his long hair neatly combed behind his back and tied with a rope. In his hand, he held a short sword that was more than a foot long and flickered with cold light. A pair of beautiful eyes full of enchanting charm shone with light.

Compared with the beautiful girls I saw on the street before, she was like a green lotus and white couple who came out of the mud and didn't get stained. The almost perfect figure and the cold temperament different from before are all eye-catching. On the dagger as smooth as a mirror in her hand, a drop of blood was quietly slipping down.

Those onlookers looked at her with fearful expressions in their eyes. Yes, this man Hemingway knew.

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

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