"Of course, I have determined Teacher, ordinary exercise can no longer meet my progress, I need to stimulate myself through killing." Wu Ling looked directly at Bibi Dong and said firmly.
"... Okay, then I'll take you there myself."
To be honest, Bibi Dong actually does not want Wu Ling to go, because Wu Ling is too important to the current Spirit Hall. The exercises, elixirs, and Soul Tool of Soul Martial Shop are all supplied by Wu Ling (Xiao Fen).
It can be said that regardless of the Spirit Hall's economy or overall strength, in just a few years, Wu Ling has single-handedly raised the upper limit of the entire Spirit Hall to nearly Issei. This is something that many Pope cannot do, and for Wu Ling, this is just the beginning.
Now in the eyes of many senior officials, the life of Wu Ling is more important than the lives of ordinary Titled Douluo, or even two Titled Douluo.
Although Bibi Dong believes that with Wu Ling's strength, Hell Road can definitely pass Slaughter City, but she is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. However, since Wu Ling is so insistent, she cannot forcefully keep him.
After spending half an hour quickly browsing through the important things today, Bibi Dong stood up.
"Time is limited, let's go."
Bibi Dong led the way, Gui Mei took Wu Ling and followed Bibi Dong. Near evening, the three of them arrived at a town.
As soon as they entered the town, a solemn atmosphere enveloped Wu Ling. Of course, after experiencing the village where Ghost Sword was before, this atmosphere had no effect on Wu Ling at all.
On that deserted road, there were originally a few passers-by smelling of alcohol. After seeing such a beautiful woman like Bibi Dong, they planned to come up and tease her without even thinking. But with a wave of Bibi Dong's hand, those passers-by died instantly without even a chance to react. This move also made those hiding in the dark leave the scene one after another, fearing that they would be the next to die.
"Go, from now on, you need to go by yourself." Bibi Dong gave Wu Ling the last instruction, but she didn't even look at those people.
Wu Ling nodded, silently put on the mask, then took out a knife and stuck it on his waist.
Wu Ling first identified the surroundings, and then went straight to a tavern. Wu Ling relied on the memory of the original work and the reminder of Bibi Dong to understand that this tavern was the first test for entering Slaughter City.
Wu Ling opened the door, and his eyes suddenly focused on Wu Ling. At this time, nearly half of the people were sitting in the tavern. They were drinking their own drinks in silence, which made the tavern look particularly deserted.
And through the upper half of Wu Ling's exceptionally young face, everyone's eyes showed a trace of contempt.
That kind of young and smooth skin, either really is a child, or a guy who can disguise himself, and whoever can come here is not a desperado. They have a natural contempt for children and guys who dare not show their faces. However, the vigilance of desperadoes still made them not act rashly until they understood the strength of Wu Ling.
Wu Ling ignored those lines of sight and walked slowly to the bar.
The bartender at the bar gave Wu Ling a cold look, and then asked casually, "What do you want?"
"I'm going to Slaughter City. Should you open the door yourself or should I open it myself?"
The bartender frowned slightly, but still pushed a glass filled with blood-red liquid in front of Wu Ling.
"Drink it and you can get in."
Wu Ling raised his glass, glanced at the poisonous human blood named Bloody Mary, and then suddenly poured the wine into the bartender's face.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I said - open the door!" Although Wu Ling does not discriminate against doorkeepers, there is no need for Wu Ling to respect the guy who can guard the door in a place like Slaughter City and even give him poison.
You must know that this Bloody Mary contains highly toxic substances and is as addictive as drugs. As long as you drink one cup, it is basically difficult to quit. By the time the highly toxic substances accumulate in the body and are affected by Hell Road, you will completely turn into a madman.
And after Wu Ling slapped the bartender in the face, before the bartender could get angry, a strong man with red eyes and a fleshy face stood up.
"Hmph, I thought he was someone who could disguise himself, but he turned out to be a little brat. He didn't even dare to drink Bloody Mary. Let's go back to find mother to breastfeed.
But it's a pity that you don't have the chance to go back. The glass of wine just now was not enough, so I'll make you a cup of Bloody Mary!"
In the eyes of the people here, people who don't even dare to drink Bloody Mary are not qualified to enter Slaughter City. Moreover, listening to Wu Ling's voice and observing his hands, they have almost confirmed that Wu Ling is just a child, not the kind of guy who disguises himself. And a child, no matter how powerful he is, how powerful can he be?
"Die!" After saying that, four Spirit Rings, one white, two yellow and one purple, appeared next to the strong man, and a jagged stone ax appeared in his hand, and struck Wu Ling headlong.
But unfortunately, before the stone ax fell, a flash of sword light flashed by. The strong man's expression froze, and then the stone ax disappeared. Wu Ling pushed out with the scabbard, and the man's body fell straight down.
As the head came into contact with the ground, the wound on the strong man's neck was completely separated, and blood sprayed out from the corpse's neck. The smell of blood made the people around who drank Bloody Mary restless.
"For the last time, open the door." Wu Ling said to the bartender in a calm tone, and he just killed the strong man as if he had killed an ant without caring.
The bartender took a deep look at Wu Ling, but still pushed out a glass of Bloody Mary. As the gatekeeper of Slaughter City, he had never seen anything in the world, and he wanted to enter Slaughter City after killing just one person. He was really a naive boy.
"You can only enter after drinking, otherwise..."
This time, without waiting for the bartender to finish speaking, Wu Ling, who understood his choice, grabbed his hair, pressed his head and knocked him towards the counter.
Again and again, the bartender's head was splashed with blood. For a moment, he had no ability to resist at all. But when he saw that the bartender's blood was about to get on his hands, Wu Ling threw the bartender back.
The bartender with his head full of blood happened to fall into the crowd of people who had just finished drinking Bloody Mary. Before he could say anything, blood was right in front of their eyes. The people, whose last traces of reason had been suppressed, rushed towards the bartender and the corpse crazily, gnawing and drinking frantically.
"Ah!" The bartender screamed, but fell silent the next second. He was probably dead or had his throat bitten off.
Wu Ling glanced over there and immediately frowned with a look of disgust. Although he could kill people calmly, Wu Ling still felt disgusted by this kind of tearing people into pieces with his teeth, with their internal organs flowing out and blood splattering everywhere.
After walking behind the counter, Wu Ling stared at the ground in front of him. Having read the original book, he naturally knew that this was the entrance to Slaughter City.
Wu Ling crushed the camouflaged wooden board with one foot, and then jumped up without hesitation. The moment he entered, Wu Ling felt a familiar Soul Power wave coming from outside.
"That is, teacher?"
In the city lord's palace in the center of Slaughter City, King of Slaughter, who had just bathed in fresh blood, was also shocked by this Soul Power fluctuation.
"God of Slaughter is coming?!"