Arrival at Slaughter City

"Evil Soul Master?"

"Yes, Evil Soul Master."

Du Busi thought Mo Lin didn't quite understand, so he repeated himself.

"Previously, Shrek had sent Inspection Corps to keep things under control, but recently Shrek itself is struggling to survive, so..."

I didn't dare to continue, but the meaning was already quite clear.

He looked down on Shrek, but that was directed at the incompetent upper echelons.

This has nothing to do with those young people who risk their lives.

"Say what you want to say. I'm not that unreasonable."

"This is indeed my fault, I admit it."

There's nothing to be ashamed of; the key is to address the problem, not to punish the person who raised it.

"Make a list of the areas where Evil Soul Master are frequently active; I will personally go and deal with them in a while."

When the Evil Face arrives, just hand it over to the Evil Face; that's something he excels at.

Putting the matter of the Evil Soul Master aside for now, Mo Lin learned about other matters before preparing to return.

After all, we're out here now, so we can't disappear for too long.

I had originally intended to discuss Necromancy with Electrolux.

But the other person told me that he couldn't teach me this.

The reason is simple: he is currently only a remnant soul, and his knowledge is limited.

The Necromancy he could cast was entirely driven by instinct; to put it simply, it was half-baked, but because he knew it beforehand, he could still manage to cast it.

The current situation is fine for teaching Huo Yuhao, but if Mo Lin wants to learn, it might not be enough.

Left with no other choice, Mo Lin had to give up.

However, it didn't completely dispel the idea.

If this method can't teach it, can't he find a complete version to teach him?

Based on the timeline, Electrolux probably hadn't committed suicide yet at that point in his world.

"I wonder how far the Holy Demon Continent is from here. I'll have the Evil Face ask the God of Evil when the time comes."

The God of Evil is a notorious street urchin in the Divine Realm; what if the other party finds out?

It seems that the Holy Demon Continent is not under the jurisdiction of the Divine Realm, so the other side may not even know about it.

"Ugh, this is tough."

Why is it so difficult for me to develop some new tricks?

Watching Mo Lin disappear from his sight, Huo Yuhao felt somewhat disappointed.

After all, the other person hadn't said a single word to him from beginning to end, and he couldn't join in their conversation.

"Still too weak."

He sighed inwardly.

During his time at the Body Sect, he often thought back to that scene at Shrek.

Mo Lin's words, "Don't show him your claws before they're sharpened," kept echoing in his mind.

Don't overthink it. You're still young; you have plenty of time to grow.

Du Bisou gently patted Huo Yuhao's shoulder with his large, flat hand.

Having already died once, he now sees things more clearly than most people.

Honors, fame, status—things he previously considered important—now seem utterly unimportant.

As long as the final result is what he wants, the process doesn't really matter.

He also learned the general outline of Huo Yuhao's situation from Electrolux.

That White Tiger Duke was indeed a scoundrel, but it seems that being cold-blooded has always been the norm for that family.

As the former Imperial Family of the Star Luo Empire, the struggle for power and profit is ingrained in their very bones.

However, the other party seemed to have poor eyesight, and he got the advantage for nothing.

After all, if it weren't for Huo Yuhao, he'd probably still be buried in the ground by now.

"Old Yi, help me get my arm back in shape."

After comforting Huo Yuhao, Du Bisou waved his arm, which had just been shattered by Mo Lin, at Electrolux, indicating that Electrolux should help him repair it.

"Now you know to fix it, all that pretentious posturing just now."

Electrolux rolled his eyes at the other man; these two brothers were truly both incredibly reckless.

What's the point of having a mouth? Can't you just talk things out? Why do you have to resort to violence?

"And who are you calling ' Old Yi '? I'm older than your ancestors."

Electrolux has lost many memories, but one thing he is certain of is that he has lived a long time.

"Hey, why bother with all this? With our relationship, why make things so distant?"

One is Huo Yuhao's teacher, and the other is Huo Yuhao's master. According to the logic that Du Bisou, they are almost the same, so his seniority should be the same as Electrolux's.

Electrolux was speechless. Had the other person forgotten who had brought him back to life?

Forget it, I won't stoop to the level of a fool.

Meanwhile, in the main plane.

Mo Lin, along with Xiao Hei and Xiao Wu, arrived at a rather strange town.

The moment you step inside, you can feel countless cold eyes watching you from the shadows.

A faint smell of blood still lingered in the air.

"Boss, is this the Slaughter City?"

At this moment, Xiao Hei had shrunk and was yawning while nestled in Xiao Wu's arms.

There's no way around it, she's the boss's mattress, and Xiao Wu is her mattress.

The hierarchy is very clear, but every time we go to sleep, I get a little greedy and always want to take a bite out of the other person.

"We're not there yet; this is just the entrance."

Looking around, Mo Lin completely ignored the stares of those around him and chatted with Xiao Hei without any restraint.

His gaze soon settled on an inconspicuous little tavern not far away.

"Found it."

According to the information he had, the entrance to the Slaughter City was inside the tavern.

So what were the requirements for entering the Slaughter City again?

Mo Lin didn't remember very clearly, but it seemed like they killed everyone in the tavern, then smashed the counter, and then...

Damn! So much nonsense.

Feeling somewhat irritable, Mo Lin was too lazy to think about those messy things.

He took Xiao Hei and Xiao Wu directly to the tavern entrance and kicked them.

A loud bang!

The thick wooden door shattered, startling everyone sitting inside the tavern.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm here to cause trouble. Anyone want to stop me?"

Despite the provocative words, Xiao Hei remained calm, having seen it many times before.

Xiao Wu had never seen anything like this before, and she immediately started to lose her composure.

Especially when he sensed the intense killing intent emanating from the tavern, he instinctively hugged Xiao Hei in his arms tighter.

"Hey, what are you doing? Can't you calm down a little? It's a small matter."

Feeling the pressure emanating from the outside of his body, Xiao Hei began to scold him in dissatisfaction.

Then she jumped down from Xiao Wu's arms.

It shook its fur, then lunged straight in.

Xiao Hei moved with lightning speed; in just a few seconds, everyone who was standing in the tavern fell down, and not one of them was intact.

The smell of blood began to fill the air, and Xiao Wu vomited on the spot.

"Vomit!"

Mo Lin glanced at Xiao Wu, who was squatting to the side looking like she was about to vomit her guts out, and said with disdain.

"What a coward, it's just a little blood."

If he's already vomiting like this, he'd probably vomit himself to death inside the Slaughter City.

I still need to practice.

Mo Lin took out a small knife from his Storage Soul Tool and threw it in front of Xiao Wu with a snap.

He crouched down, grabbed the other person's hair, and said coldly.

"Pick it up."