(First update)
"Ptui, ptui, ptui. What on earth am I thinking about?"
The black-veiled girl quickly stopped the thoughts surfacing in her mind, her pace quickening slightly as she tried to increase the distance between herself and Yang Ming to avoid falling into awkwardness.
Yang Ming looked somewhat startled, not knowing why this guide was reacting so strongly, and followed behind her at a leisurely pace.
Along the way, thefts, murders, forced domination, and wild chaos happened one after another in succession.
Naturally, a neat, neatly dressed, unfamiliar-looking, and young face like Yang Ming's easily attracted a high degree of attention from these inner city veterans. However, hindered by the presence of the black-veiled girl at Yang Ming's side, they could only suppress the volatile hearts in their chests, silently noting the time Yang Ming entered Slaughter City, simply waiting for twelve hours to pass before beginning to hunt their prey.
If looks could kill, Yang Ming probably would have been hacked to pieces a thousand times over on his way from the city gates.
One had to admit that Slaughter City was truly not a place for humans. Those lewd, vicious gazes were like demons from hell, and people with weaker nerves might even have nightmares at night because of it.
Not to mention, the air was mixed with the bloody stench of viscera and flesh, as well as the foul, musky odor of copulation, churning one's stomach and making it easy to retch.
It had taken Yang Ming a great deal of effort to adapt to the environment here, but those sword-like eyebrows had not relaxed from start to finish, remaining tightly furrowed, clearly showing that he was extremely uncomfortable.
After walking for about ten minutes and looking ahead not far away, a flash of surprise crossed Yang