Lion-Head Man

At present, Ling Chen no longer had a place to stay. Although the scarred man he had just killed did not make much of a commotion, the doghole he had been using was already severely damaged.

Hiding people was basically impossible now, so he needed to find a new place to lay low.

I just wonder, does this Slaughter City have a sewer system?

However, Ling Chen was only thinking about it; if he dug any deeper here, he reckoned he would only strike magma.

But if he didn't find a new foothold, he would likely face endless pursuit in the future.

Right, I wonder where that scarred man lived? They should have their own residence!

Thinking of this, Ling Chen looked at the Soul Tool worn on his finger.

By channeling a slight amount of his martial soul origin, the Soul Tool was unlocked.

Ling Chen took inventory of the items inside: some Gold Soul Coins, about three hundred or so, some food and water, a few sets of clothes, and a key.

The amount of food and water was enough for about a year, which was something Ling Chen had not expected.

Gold Soul Coins were of no use in Slaughter City. On the contrary, Yellow Spring Dew was the hard currency of this place.

The clothes inside were far too large, so Ling Chen had to make do with wearing them. As for the key, it was clearly for the scarred man's former residence.

However, finding it would take some effort.

It would be better to... loot the corpses first!

Only by slowly growing stronger could he leave this place; he only had three years.

He just didn't know if his body could withstand the erosion of the killing intent for three years.

In some parts of Slaughter City, there were mindless Slaughter Wanderers who would attack anyone indiscriminately.

The reason for this was mainly the long-term consumption of the Yellow Spring Dew in Slaughter City, leading to a long-term accumulation of toxins.

Their inner hearts would gradually be occupied by emotions such as irritability, restlessness, and a craving for slaughter, coupled with the constant infiltration of killing intent, which gave rise to many Slaughter Wanderers.

Ling Chen's body was still young, yet he had already been eroded by killing intent for over three months, and on top of that, he had killed a man.

His own killing intent had solidified significantly, but he had already developed an uncontrollable irritability, which was not a good thing for him.

However, for some reason, as Ling Chen left that dark alley, the number of corpses he could see here had decreased significantly.

"Strange!"

Ling Chen arrived in front of a corpse. He was not in a hurry to loot it, but instead examined its condition.

This was a headless corpse. From the cut of the wound and the bloodstains on the ground, it was not hard to see that the deceased had clearly been killed by having their head chopped off with a blade.

However, not only was the head missing from the ground, but this corpse was also bizarrely missing a leg.

The wound on the leg was not clean but mangled and bloody. There were some dried bloodstains around it, as if the leg had been dragged away.

Before Ling Chen transmigrated, he did not know anything about forensic science, so he could not deduce anything useful for the time being.

However, one thing could be proven for now: someone here was mutilating corpses!

This had some impact on Ling Chen. The amount of martial soul origin in a corpse depended on the strength of the martial soul and the integrity of the body.

When a soul master died, most of the martial soul origin would dissipate along with the soul master's soul; naturally, the martial soul origin remaining in the corpse was very scarce.

The residual martial soul origin in the corpse would also leak out through the soul master's orifices and wounds, which made the martial soul origin Ling Chen obtained extremely rare.

If he hadn't yet awakened his martial soul and his six-year-old body wasn't so weak, it wouldn't be long before the time interval for Ling Chen to condense his martial soul became longer and longer.

"It seems I still have to kill people to collect martial soul origin; looting the remaining corpses is ultimately not a solution."

After collecting the martial soul origin and soul ring from this corpse, Ling Chen continued toward the next one.

There were three corpses lying here in total, but this second corpse was somewhat unbearable to look at.

The abdomen was wide open, and the internal organs were already gone. The corpse was unrecognizable, and Ling Chen hurriedly finished collecting the martial soul origin before leaving.

As for the third corpse, it had no limbs!

Touching the mutilated corpse, a creepy feeling filled Ling Chen's heart. What kind of person could commit such a perverted act?

Suddenly, Ling Chen felt a chill down his spine, as if he were being watched by something terrifying.

Ling Chen immediately hid. This feeling could not be wrong; it was killing intent!

Ling Chen did not know why he had killing intent perception, but now was not the time to think about that. The guy carrying that killing intent had arrived!

A slightly low voice rang out; Ling Chen found it very familiar, yet he couldn't quite place it.

That voice was extremely displeased, as if it had sensed that something had trespassed into its territory. The low voice immediately turned into a threatening roar!

"Lion's Roar!"

Ling Chen was slightly surprised. Logically speaking, it was impossible for soul beasts to exist in Slaughter City.

The King of Slaughter, Tang Chen, sat in command here; it was absolutely impossible for a soul beast to have snuck in.

Even if it were Tang San, the Wishful Treasure Pouch he possessed could carry living creatures, but he wouldn't easily bring a soul beast in, let alone let it roam around in this Slaughter City.

Who here didn't want to leave? They might even imprison a soul beast and take it to the Hell Slaughter Arena to break the rules of Slaughter City.

It was just that the situation before him was somewhat abnormal.

Ling Chen held his breath, suppressing the restless killing intent within his body as much as he could; that lion was drawing closer and closer to him!

Gradually, the lion stopped approaching and instead turned to gnaw on the mangled corpses.

Ling Chen let out a slight sigh of relief and leaned his head out just a fraction, wanting to catch a glimpse of the lion's true form.

He didn't know until he looked, but one look gave him a fright!

It was a bizarre creature with a lion's head and a human body—or rather, it was less a bizarre creature and more a case of a Soul Master's martial soul having fused with their physical flesh.

This was because Ling Chen noticed that phantom lion claws were flickering in and out of existence on the creature's hands. It seemed that as it fed, its body was slowly solidifying.

The lion-man before him could no longer be considered human.

Ling Chen gripped the Green Steel Sword and slowly shifted his feet, closing in on the feeding lion-man.

The feeding lion-man seemed to sense a surge of killing intent and hurriedly turned to look.

But before it could react, Ling Chen raised his hand and brought his sword down, slashing toward the lion-man's head.

However, the lion-man's head did not part from its body as Ling Chen had expected.

Instead, after leaving a long, bloody gash across its neck, the blade of the Green Steel Sword became wedged in the neck bone; the Green Steel Sword, which usually cut through iron like mud, had met a tough opponent.

"How is this possible!"

Ling Chen had killed before, and when he had severed the scarred man's head, the Green Steel Sword had been as smooth as cutting through water, but the current situation was truly hard for him to believe.

"Seriously, buddy! We're both made of flesh, so why are you so special!"

Yet, the response Ling Chen received was not human speech, but an enraged lion's roar and a pair of phantom lion claws lunging straight at his face!