Slaughter City.
After hearing Lin Ming's words, Lan Fozi was utterly stunned.
Why had he suddenly brought this up?
Of course she knew about Slaughter City.
Twenty thousand years ago, Slaughter City had been a prison Spirit Hall used to imprison all kinds of evil Soul Masters and criminals.
People could enter, but never leave.
Yet someone had inexplicably destroyed it.
It was also because of this that the number of Evil Soul Masters had skyrocketed.
Ten thousand years ago, they had even founded the Holy Spirit Cult.
From then on, the Holy Spirit Cult had truly become a force to be reckoned with.
Even if it was wiped out, it could keep springing back to life.
As Lan Fozi thought of this, the shock on her face gradually turned to confusion.
But what did Lin Ming mean by this?
What did rebuilding Slaughter City have to do with stopping Evil Soul Masters from killing people?
Lan Fozi raised her head, looked at the indistinct figure ahead, and could not help asking.
"My Lord, what does rebuilding Slaughter City... have to do with eliminating the antagonism between Evil Soul Masters and ordinary people?"
"If we lock the Evil Soul Masters in Slaughter City, they won't be able to kill anyone?"
What kind of mental wiring was that?
Lin Ming was speechless.
No wonder she made so many baffling moves later on. Her IQ had been negative to begin with.
Lin Ming could not be bothered to beat around the bush with her and asked directly.
"Let me ask you, how many continents does Douluo Star have?"
Lan Fozi froze and answered instinctively.
"Three."
"Wrong." Lin Ming shook his head. "There should be four."
Lan Fozi looked utterly bewildered.
Four?
Lin Ming continued.
"Douluo Continent was actually Douluo and Sun Moon