The sky is filled with wind and sand, and loess is flying.
Douluo Continent In the westernmost place Wilderness Town, there is a stench of rust mixed with blood floating in the air all year round.
Outlaws with missing arms and legs can be seen everywhere on the streets, stabbing each other over half a piece of moldy black bread.
Tang Hao pulled off the old hood and glanced back at Tang San behind him.
"Do you smell it?" Tang Hao said in a hoarse voice.
"Smell it, Dad."
Tang San wiped the sand from his face, his face expressionless.
"The sour smell of low-quality, over-fermented ale, the stench of clogged sewers, and... the rotten smell of at least three corpses exposed to the hot sun for more than three days."
"Overall, the sanitary conditions here are worrying."
Tang Hao The corner of his mouth twitched, this kid, is he still struggling with hygiene issues at this time?
"Stop talking nonsense and follow me closely."
The two of them pushed open the door of the dilapidated tavern at the entrance of the town, with its signboard almost falling off.
The tavern was extremely dark, and dozens of pairs of malicious eyes were all fixed on them in an instant.
Especially after seeing Tang San's fair and tender face, whistles and obscene laughter kept coming.
Tang Hao didn't even look at this group of garbage.
Damascus sat down in front of the bar, curled his fingers, and knocked heavily on the greasy wooden table.
"Two cups of Yellow Springs Dew."
Behind the bar, a bartender with sunken eyes and as thin as a mummy smiled sinisterly, "Guest, not everyone can drink Yellow Springs Dew."
"Especially for this young master, if you take one sip, you might even vomit your intestines out."
"Where does all this nonsense come from?"
Tang Hao casually threw out a heavy bag of Gold Soul Coin.
"Crush your skull or drink wine, take your pick."
The bartender looked at Gold Soul Coin, then at the terrifying murderous aura faintly revealed under Tang Hao's cloak, laughed dryly, turned around and brought up two turbid wooden cups.
The cup was filled with dark red liquid, and the strong smell of blood instantly hit the nose.
"Drink it." Tang Hao pointed at the cup, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Tang San lowered his head and looked at the wooden cup.
"Dad, if I'm not wrong, is there human blood in this?"
"Are you going to drink?" Tang Hao raised his eyebrows, as if "If you don't want to drink, I will just drink it for you."
Tang San sighed, picked up the wooden cup, and raised his head.
"Gudong."
Drink it all in one gulp.
A strong fishy smell and some strange heat instantly exploded in the esophagus.
Tang San put down the cup without changing his expression, and even wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
The desperadoes who were waiting to see the little kid vomiting and rolling all opened their eyes wide and looked at this handsome young man as if he had seen a ghost.
Tang Hao A satisfied smile flashed across his eyes, but his face remained cold.
With a flick of his backhand, he took out a token as black as ink and engraved with a ferocious skull from Soul Tool and slapped it on the table.
"Take it."
Tang San picked up the token, its tentacles were cold and the material looked like iron but not iron. "This is it?"
"Admission Ticket of Slaughter City."
Tang Hao came closer and lowered his voice. "The entrance is under the tavern."
"You have to walk the next road by yourself."
"I am only responsible for sending you here. Even if you die inside, I will never take action."
"Understood." Tang San nodded without any emotion.
"Aren't you afraid?" Tang Hao was a little uncomfortable with his son's overly calm look.
"Is it useful?" Tang San asked back, "Spirit Hall is watching us from outside. If I want revenge and protect Xiao Wu, I must have the strength to crush them."
"Since you brought me here, it means that this place can make me stronger."
"Since I can become stronger, I have to go through mountains of swords and seas of fire."
Tang Hao looked at him steadily for three seconds and suddenly grinned.
"What a good boy, you are indeed my Tang Hao son!"
"Remember, there is no law, no morality, and no so-called innocent people."
"The law of the jungle is the only rule."
... Either we step on mountains of corpses and fight our way out in seas of blood, or we rot inside forever to be used as fertilizer!"
"Understood."
Tang San will receive the token into Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges"
Tang Hao waved his hand.
The floor of the tavern bar suddenly opened up, revealing a bottomless, dark and cold underground passage.
The mummy-like bartender just now acted as the guide and gestured with a smile, "Please, the door to hell is open for you."
Tang San didn't even look back and walked straight down the steps.
There was no one visible in the corridor, and there was a gloomy wind, mixed with a disgusting rotten smell.
The bartender walked in front, holding a faint green Ghost-Wind Lantern, and was still chattering to create psychological pressure.
"It's not too late to regret now."
"After you pass the front door, even if you kneel down and call mother, no one will pity you."
"Every day, pretentious guys like you come in and end up being minced meat in the mud..."
"Do you usually work part-time as a tour guide?" Tang San suddenly interrupted him.
"What?" The bartender was stunned.
"Your words are too routine and lack new ideas."
Tang San suggested seriously. "Since it is a horror atmosphere, you should use more environmental sketches instead of dry threats."
"The entrance is ahead! Good luck, madman!"
The bartender pointed forward angrily and disappeared in a flash.
At the end of the darkness, a huge purple-black door blocked the way.
The facade is carved with countless painful and twisted skeletal faces, wailing like living creatures.
As Tang San approached, the door made a heart-wrenching "creep" sound and slowly opened to both sides.
A fishy and evil aura that was so strong that it almost turned into substance rushed towards my face!
Tang San frowned slightly, held his breath, and stepped in.
The sight in front of him suddenly became clear, but it was a suffocating bloody world.
The sky is dark red, and a red moon hangs high.
The buildings on both sides of the street are twisted and weird, and the bluestone road is full of dark red dried blood and broken limbs.
Less than ten meters away from Tang San, two Soul Master with red eyes were biting each other like wild beasts.
One of them bit the other's throat in one bite, and blood spurted out two meters high.
Then the victor looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. Before he could finish laughing, a spear flying from the darkness penetrated his head.
There was even someone openly flirting with a woman on the street corner.
Crazy, chaotic, extremely nauseating.
"Sure enough, the environment is worse than imagined." Tang San shook his head.
As soon as he finished complaining, trouble came to his door.
"Hey, look what this is? It's such a tender little fat sheep!"
Accompanied by a burst of ear-piercing laughter, four muscular men with sinewy faces and stinky bodies sprang out from the shadows on both sides.
They formed an encirclement and blocked Tang San in the middle of the street.
Apparently Tang San has been targeted.