Slaughter City

When the picture in front of him became clear again, he in Simulation was already in a strange town.

The town is small, with low and old buildings and narrow streets.

But as soon as I stepped in, an indescribable feeling of coldness and depression hit my face.

There were not many pedestrians on the street. Most of them were walking in a hurry, with indifferent or numb faces. When their eyes occasionally glanced over, they carried an undisguised scrutiny and chill, as if they were not looking at a living person, but some kind of... object or prey.

Tang Hao walked in front silently. He was still wearing the shabby gray robe, and his back was like a mountain, invisibly blocking the eyes of those with malicious intentions around him.

He took Tang San straight to an inconspicuous black building in the center of the town - it was a pub.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a stream of turbid air mixed with the smell of low-quality alcohol, blood, and sweat rushed out.

The light inside the tavern was dim, and all the tables, chairs, walls, and even curtains were a deep black. Even if it was daytime outside, the place seemed to be shrouded in eternal night, making it cold and uncomfortable.

About 30% of the seats in the museum were occupied, but it was extremely quiet. There were few conversations, only the sound of wine glasses clinking and heavy breathing.

Tang Hao's father and son's entrance attracted some eyes, but most of them just glanced indifferently, and then looked away again, as if it was too troublesome to take another look.

Tang Hao sat down at a darker table in the corner, and Tang San sat across from him in silence.

A waiter wearing black clothes, with a face as pale as paper, and eyes that were so indifferent that there was no trace of life, floated over silently.

"What do you want?" The voice was dry and without any fluctuation.

Tang Hao raised his head, glanced at the waiter with cold eyes, and spat out a few words:

"Give me two cups of Bloody Mary."

The waiter's indifferent face twitched slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously asked:

"Are you sure?"

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he was blocked by Tang Hao's eyes that were as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

He didn't dare to say any more, lowered his head and left in a hurry.

Not long after, two cups of turbid dark red liquid were brought up.

The liquid was thick and had an unpleasant sheen in the dim light, and a strong and pungent smell filled the air.

Tang San's brows furrowed tightly.

Tang Hao picked up one of the glasses with an expressionless face, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

The dark red liquid slipped a little from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away at will, then cast his cold eyes on his son.

"Drink it."

Tang San in Simulation looked at the cup of something that looked like coagulated blood in front of him, and his stomach churned.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly picked up the wine glass.

"Dad, what is this?" he couldn't help but ask.

Tang Hao's eyes did not waver at all, he just repeated, his voice a little colder. "Drink it."

Tang San in Simulation took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and as if he had made some determination, he poured the contents of the cup into his mouth!

Thick, fishy and salty, with an indescribable bitterness and burning sensation instantly filled the mouth and slid down the throat.

He resisted the urge to vomit and looked at his father.

Tang Hao then said calmly, "This is a cup of human blood."

"What? Ugh--!!!"

Tang San's face suddenly turned as pale as paper. The next moment, he couldn't control it anymore. He suddenly turned sideways and vomited violently on the ground!

My stomach was churning, as if I wanted to vomit out all my internal organs.

The sudden sound of violent vomiting broke the stagnant silence of the tavern.

"Pfft--hahaha!"

"Where did you come from? You can't bear one 'drink'?"

"You still want to go in there? That's ridiculous!"

Harsh laughter sounded from all over the tavern, full of malice and ridicule.

Many drinkers stood up and gathered around with malicious intent, their eyes like hyenas staring at their prey.

Tang Hao was still sitting in his original position, watching coldly without any expression.

Tang San, who had stopped vomiting, slowly straightened up. His face was still pale, but his eyes instantly became extremely calm and cold.

The previous fear and physical discomfort seemed to be forced into the deepest part of my heart.

He raised his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth, and glanced at the drinkers who gathered around him with sinister smiles on their faces.

The next moment, blue-gold light bloomed silently!

No Spirit Ring appeared, but the sudden burst of momentum put smiles on the faces of the nearest drinkers.

"Plop! Plop! Plop!..."

A series of muffled sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly sounded!

I saw the drinkers gathered around, as well as the ones who were laughing the loudest further away, whose necks had been wrapped tightly by slender but extremely tough blue-gold vines Entanglement!

The sharp thorns on the vines easily pierced the skin. They didn't even have time to scream, their eyes widened in disbelief, and they all fell to the ground. Blood seeped out from the wounds on their necks, quickly staining the ground red.

There was a moment of dead silence in the tavern.

Only corpses scattered on the ground were left, and the smell of blood suddenly became several times stronger in the air.

Tang San stood among the corpses, his face terrifyingly calm.

He turned to the black-clad waiter who had been standing there from the beginning with the same expressionless expression.

Tang Hao flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes, then returned to indifference and nodded:

"It seems that I still underestimated you."

Immediately afterwards, his voice sounded clearly in the silent tavern:

"Remember, when you enter Slaughter City, you can only rely on yourself. I will not be by your side, let alone protect you."

"There are no friends or partners there, only enemies."

"Kill everyone who can pose a threat to you. If you win the annual championship of Hell Slaughter Arena, I will naturally come to pick you up."

The waiter turned a blind eye to the corpses on the ground, as if he had become accustomed to them.

After listening to Tang Hao's words, he showed undisguised disdain on his face and said coldly:

"Do you want to enter Slaughter City just by killing a few people? He is not qualified yet."

He glanced at Tang San and said, "If you can't even afford a cup of Bloody Mary, why should you enter?

Uh--!"

His words stopped abruptly.

A sharp Blue Silver Emperor vine tip flashing with light golden lines emerged from the heart position on his chest without any warning!

Tang San didn't even look back, just asked calmly, "Now, am I qualified?"

The remaining two waiters were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, trembling.

The blue light on Tang San quietly converged, and in his left hand, the dark, simple and heavy Clear Sky Hammer was already in his hand.

There seemed to be a black light flowing around the hammer, exuding a heart-stopping heavy aura.

"The entrance to Slaughter City should be right here."

As early as when he entered the tavern and his spiritual power quietly spread, he had already noticed the unusual void under the bar.

There is no need to look for any mechanism. In the face of absolute power and clear perception, there is no need.

Twist your body, sink your waist, and your calf muscles will instantly tighten and exert force!

The pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer turned into a solid black light, and with a terrifying roar, it hit the ground in front of the bar!

"Boom--!!!"

In the deafening loud noise, the masonry shattered and sawdust flew!

A huge hole with a diameter of more than two meters was opened in the ground by this hammer!

The biting cold wind, carrying the strong smell of blood and murderous intent, roared up from the bottom of the deep cave like the sigh of hell!

Tang San retracted the hammer and immediately turned to look at his father's previous position--

There was no one there.

Tang Hao I don't know when, but he has left!

Tang San in Simulation had sharp eyes and jumped straight into the dark hole!

His figure was instantly swallowed up by the rich darkness.

[Father... just left like this.] Tang San, who was watching, had complicated emotions in his heart.

The feeling of falling was only a few meters, and my feet were already on solid ground.

No light is needed, Purple Demon Eye can still see clearly in pure darkness.

This is a broad but depressing downward corridor, extending diagonally to unknown depths. The cold wind blows continuously, bringing with it a hellish chill.

Tang San among Simulation looked calm, held Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, stepped forward, and walked down the corridor resolutely.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

When he reached the 1462nd step forward--

A cold, mechanical voice that seemed to contain no emotion, but came from every corner at the same time, suddenly sounded:

"Welcome to Slaughter City."

"This is the capital of hell, a world full of killing."

"Here, you can get everything you want..."

The voice paused, with a cruel temptation and sentence:

"... the price is your life."