The Small Town

A few days later, Fu Shiyan and her group arrived at a small town.

The town was small and looked much like any other ordinary human settlement, with low houses, narrow streets, and a gray sky.

But the atmosphere here was a bit strange. There was an inexplicable chill in the air, as if invisible cold air was seeping from the ground and seeping into people's bones.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, and the few who did walk by all had indifferent expressions and wary eyes.

Their gazes swept over Fu Shiyan and her group before quickly shifting away, as if they didn't want to look at them any longer.

Tang San followed behind Fu Shiyan and keenly sensed a peculiar chill emanating from the people around them.

It wasn't the cold brought by the weather, but a chilling aura that emanated from the very bones.

Dai Tianyu walked beside him, his black hair fluttering gently in the wind, a defiant smile playing on his lips.

He was also sizing up the people around him, his eyes full of curiosity and excitement, as if he had spotted some interesting prey.

Tang Hao was walking at the very front.

He was wearing a gray robe with the hood pulled low, obscuring most of his face.

His steps were steady and unhurried, and the killing intent emanating from his very bones permeated his entire being, like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath.

Fu Shiyan walked beside him, her long silver-white hair fluttering gently in the wind, wearing a black robe, her expression calm.

His gaze swept around, a slight smile playing on his lips as he chuckled softly.

"Brother Tang, I never expected that someone would harbor murderous intent towards you, a God of Slaughter of death."

Tang Hao glanced coldly at the few people who were secretly observing them not far away, and said in a detached tone:

"The people here are just reckless fools, aren't they?"

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, offering no reply. He turned to look at Tang San and Dai Tianyu behind him, his smile fading slightly, and his tone becoming serious:

"Xiao San, Tian Yu, our destination is just ahead. Are you both ready?"

Dai Tianyu smiled arrogantly, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

"I can't wait any longer, Master!"

Tang San nodded seriously and said, "I'm ready, Master."

Fu Shiyan nodded, then turned to look at Fu Ze beside her.

Before he could speak, Fu Ze smiled and said, "Young Master, rest assured, I am ready at any time."

Fu Shiyan withdrew her gaze, looked at the low building in front of her, and said calmly, "Let's go."

Tang Hao led the group to the center of the town and stopped in front of a black building.

It was a tavern.

With its black exterior walls and tightly closed doors and windows, it resembled a lurking beast, its mouth agape, waiting for its prey to walk into its trap.

There was no sign above the door; only a dark red Skeleton was carved above the door frame, with two dark red gems embedded in the Skeleton's eyes, emitting a Youyou glow in the dim light.

Tang Hao pushed open the door and went in first.

Fu Shiyan followed closely behind, then Fu Ze, with Tang San and Dai Tianyu bringing up the rear.

The air inside the tavern was extremely foul, a mixture of cheap alcohol, sweat, blood, and an indescribable stench of decay.

Everything here is decorated in black: black tables and chairs, black walls, black curtains, even the candlesticks hanging from the ceiling are black.

Although it was daytime outside, as soon as you stepped inside, a cold and dark feeling washed over you, as if you had entered another world.

At this time, the tavern was about 30% full.

Although the air here is polluted, few people speak, making it very quiet.

The drinkers all kept their heads down, either drinking silently or resting with their eyes closed. Occasionally, someone would raise their head, but their gaze was cold and wary.

Fu Shiyan and her group of five walked in, immediately attracting a lot of attention.

But most of those glances were fleeting, sweeping over the group before quickly looking away, as if looking at them for too long would cause trouble.

Tang Hao led the group to a corner where they sat down.

The table was against the wall, and behind it was no window, only a black wall.

Sitting here, you can see the entire tavern without worrying about being attacked from behind.

Fu Shiyan sat against the wall, Tang Hao sat next to him, Fu Ze sat on the other side, and Tang San and Dai Tianyu sat opposite him.

As soon as the group sat down, a waiter dressed in black with an indifferent expression came over.

His footsteps were very light, almost silent, as if he were floating over.

His face was expressionless, his eyes like still water, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"What would you like?" he asked, his voice dry and devoid of any emotion.

Tang Hao raised his head, glanced at him coldly, and said indifferently, "Give me five Bloody Mary."

Upon hearing this, the waiter's expression changed slightly, and a strange light flashed in his lifeless eyes.

He looked at Tang Hao, seemingly wanting to say something, but after being swept over by Tang Hao's cold gaze, he dared not speak again.

He simply lowered his head, turned, and left.

A short while later, five glasses of murky liquid were brought out.

The liquid was dark red, viscous like blood, and emitted a strong, pungent, fishy smell that made one's stomach churn.

Tang San frowned, staring at the dark red liquid in front of him, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

Fu Shiyan remained calm, picked up her wine glass and gently swirled it, watching the dark red liquid leave streaks of blood on the glass.

Dai Tianyu looked at the red liquid in front of him with some curiosity, leaned closer to smell it, frowned slightly, and then withdrew his head.

Tang Hao picked up a glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

He placed the empty glass on the table, his expression calm, as if he were drinking a glass of water.

Dai Tianyu glanced at Tang Hao, then curiously picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

His expression changed the moment the liquid entered his mouth.

A strong, metallic taste of blood exploded in his mouth, both fishy and astringent, with an indescribable strange flavor. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced himself not to vomit.

Tang San also took a small bite, and his face instantly turned pale.

Fu Ze turned to look at Fu Shiyan, Fu Shiyan nodded slightly.

Fu Ze then picked up his wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The liquid tasted fishy and astringent, sliding down my throat like swallowing molten iron.

His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Fu Shiyan, his tone hesitant as he said:

"Young Master, this is..."

At this moment, Tang Hao raised his head, looked at the group, and explained in a detached tone, "This is a cup of human blood."

"What?!"

Tang San and Dai Tianyu's faces instantly turned pale.

The next moment, they couldn't help but turn their heads to the side and vomit profusely.

Tang San bent over, his stomach churning, and vomited up the liquid he had just drunk, along with stomach acid.