: 512

(Two more)
The purple moon hung high, bringing dreamlike purple awns to the killing city below.
It was obviously deep underground, but the air unexpectedly didn't appear muddy at all, but there was a hint of dampness.
After entering the city of killing, Yang Ming unexpectedly found that it was very deserted. This desertedness is not only that there are fewer pedestrians on the streets than other cities, but also a kind of desertedness deep in the bones, as if there are countless souls in yours. Hovering overhead.
However, this adds a bit of character to the city.
In addition, this city has the buildings that all cities on the mainland should have. Private houses, hotels, hotels, hooks, and living and entertainment facilities are all available. Apart from the dim light compared to the ground, it is nothing like ordinary cities. respectively.
Stepping on the granite-paved road, Yang Ming followed the guide and looked around curiously, nodding to understand the guide's explanation from time to time.
However, Yang Ming's fresh face, especially his young and excessive face, has attracted the attention of many people. Of course, so far, it is just attention.
After all, a person who can enter the killing capital, no matter what he is doing outside, can live until now, at least there is no idiot, smart people know how to make plans and then move, even some relatively reckless people know to observe first For a while, it will be decided whether or not to take action after seeing if Yang Ming is a fat sheep.
You know, the City of Slaughter is not like being on the ground. Once you fail here, you will be killed in the most serious way, and injured in the slightest. If you are injured, there will be no medical soul master to treat you, and you will even become someone else's eyes because of the injury. Sweet pastry.
Therefore, if there is no benefit, no one here will easily make a move.
"Is there anything else you don't understand?"
The explainer paused, and his face wearing black veil faced Yang Ming, and said softly:
"In twelve hours, I will answer all questions for you. After twelve hours, this is where you live, and you will officially become a member of the City of Killing."
Yang Ming seemed to have expected her to say this a long time ago, flicking the Youhaina Ring with his fingertips, and an object appeared in his hand.
This is an antique soul guide, but it is carved with strange patterns.
It’s amazing to say that when Yang Ming first met Ning Rongrong, it was because of a dispute over this antique, but it was later bought by Ning Rongrong. Later, after meeting with Yang Ming, he took this piece again. The antique was given to Yang Ming.
When he saw the pattern on the antique, the commentator said nothing, the corner of his mouth twitched under the black gauze, his beautiful eyes looked at Yang Ming weirdly, and said:
"Why do you have this thing?"
really!
She knows the origin of this stuff!
"You don't need to ask me how this thing came from, you just tell me, what does the pattern on it mean?" Yang Ming said.
Yang Ming is a man who bears grudges. The mysterious organization of this pattern sent two people to kill him back then, which made him suffer.
The explainer shook his head and said:
"I advise you to not know."
interesting!
Yang Ming's eyes flickered. He could see that the explainer knew some inside stories, but was afraid to say something because of certain things.
Of course, Yang Ming can also use illusions to control the explainer and force her to tell the inside story, but Yang Ming did not do so.
With Yang Ming’s current strength, he is confident that he can solve most of the difficulties. Since they are here, solving the mystery of his own life experience is just casual. It is better to keep this project and wait until the end to uncover it. , Like when eating, save the best food till the end, the taste is the most beautiful.
The explainer had seen all kinds of people, and seeing Yang Ming's eyes twinkling, he seemed to know what he was thinking, and quickly explained:
"Young man, I advise you to have any ideas, and don't mess around here."
"Although after entering the killing capital, capable people can do whatever they want without any restriction, but if they offend someone who shouldn't offend, they will be punished by the law enforcement team."
The commentator was afraid that Yang Ming would come to the City of Killing for the first time, and did not understand the horror of the law enforcement team, and continued:
"Don't underestimate the people in the law enforcement team. The great King of Slaughter controls everything here. The real powerhouses in the law enforcement team are composed of Contras who have been given the power of soul skills by the King of Slaughter. The captain is even more powerful. A titled Douluo once believed that he was powerful and slandered the King of Slaughter in public. That person was as strong as an eighty-ninth level Douluo, but because he was sealed with a spirit ability, he was easily killed by the captain of the law enforcement team. Know how powerful they are!"
Yang Ming has a lot of thoughts.
Listen to her, is it possible that the mysterious organization behind that strange pattern is a powerful force in the City of Killing?
But in the city of killing, what other power can compare to the king of killing?
interesting!
Seeing Yang Ming's silence, the commentator thought Yang Ming was shocked by what she said, and immediately comforted:
"You don't have to worry too much~EbookFREE.me~ As long as you don't provoke people who shouldn't be offended, the law enforcement team will not care about you, even if you kill people in the street, they will not care about you."
"Of course, if you are afraid and want to quit the Slaughter City, it is too late to regret it, because there is only one way to leave the Slaughter City, and that is to win the champion of the Hell Slaughter Field and have the qualifications to challenge the Hell Road. You can leave the city of killing before you rush out of the road. Anyone who is such a strong will be given the title of killing god. The city of killing has been built for thousands of years. There have been eight killing gods before and after."
Speaking of this, the commentator sighed softly with a trace of yearning for the outside world in his eyes, and said:
"It's a pity, for nearly a hundred years, the ninth killer has never appeared in the Slaughter City, and I don't know when this strong will be born?"
Yang Ming raised his hand and stopped the commentator who had a tendency to talk more.
At the same time, Yang Ming took out a bottle of Bloody Mary blackmailed from Scott from Youhaina Ring, and said:
"Beautiful lady, it's getting late now, you can help me find a place to stay first."
"You want to give it to me?"
The narrator's eyes lit up, then he glanced at Yang Ming charmingly and said:
"Do you know that in our killing capital, the Bloody Mary is equivalent to the gold soul coin outside of you. Usually we use our own hands to kill the opponent's skull as currency, which is equivalent to the silver soul coin and copper you usually use? Soul coins, your Mary is enough to stay in a better hotel for more than half a month."
Speaking of this, the explainer licked his mouth, seeming to realize something, and said charmingly:
"Little handsome boy, do you want your sister to spend the night with you?"