nownovels Chapter 295
Chapter 295
The black girl nodded, Avenue: "There is a special law enforcement team in the capital of killing. The terrorist Knight you see, Lord Scott, is only one of the law enforcement team. The great king of killing controls everything here. The real strong members of the law enforcement team are composed of soul duels endowed with the ability to use soul skills by the king of killing. The captain is also a title duel. Many people wanted to break out, but the result was that Without exception. "
Hemingway knew that if the title Douluo can not use the soul technology is still strong, then the title Douluo that can not use the soul technology can almost certainly not defeat the soul Douluo that can use the soul technology. And according to the black gauze girl, the captain of the law enforcement team of the capital of killing is actually a title Douluo who can use soul skills. No wonder she would say it's only in but not out.
"Is there no way out?"
The black gauze girl said calmly: "That's not true. There's only one way to leave the capital of killing. That's to win the champion of the hell killing field and rush out of the hell road after being qualified to challenge the hell road. All such strong people will be given the title of God of killing. The capital of killing has been built for thousands of years, and there have been eight gods of killing before and after."
Eight in the millennium, what an unbalanced figure.
"What about the failure of the challenge?" Hemingway asked.
The black gauze girl smiled and said, "in the capital of killing, there is no failure. Only success and death. Everything is the same."
Hemingway smiled. "It seems that this is indeed the capital of killing."
The black gauze girl said, "in the capital of killing, there is no money, and any food is provided free of charge. Of course, poison is not ruled out. The dead are the most valuable here. Everyone will take the number of skeletons they own as a powerful symbol. They can exchange their opponent's blood and skeletons for other items."
Hemingway's eyes flashed cold. Sure enough, everyone here has a way to die!
"Well, take me to hell's killing ground." Hemingway said calmly.
The black gauze girl was stunned for a moment. "Are you sure? Less than one tenth of the people who enter there can come out alive. It is also the easiest place for us to reduce the population in the capital of killing. Everyone will be asked to enter the hell killing ground once a year. As long as they can pass a battle, they can live in the capital of killing for another year."
Hemingway said faintly, "I'm sure. Go now." Vaguely, Hemingway could see the frown on the beautiful face through the black veil on the girl's face.
"In that case, come with me." Then the black gauze girl walked to the city.
She kept her pace very even and always followed Hemingway, only half a step faster than Hemingway.
Hemingway was not in a hurry to do anything, but quietly observed everything around him. As he was walking, a figure suddenly stood up on the side of the road. In the dark corner where he was before, Hemingway didn't even notice that he didn't always turn on the color of seeing and hearing.
"Yo, there are new people to pull. It seems that there will be a new Bloody Mary again. Gaga." Looking at the man, Hemingway could not help frowning. The speaker could not see his age because his figure was too special. The whole body doesn't seem to have four or two meat. If it weren't for the skin wrapped outside, I'm afraid it would be easy to misunderstand him as a skeleton.
Moreover, through simple observation, Hemingway can clearly feel that this person is not caused by practicing any special skills. Qi and blood deficiency can cause death at any time.
"Can someone like him pass the battle of hell killing field once a year?" Hemingway asked the girl in black.
The skeleton man saw the black gauze girl on the other side of Hemingway, as if he had encountered something terrible. He dared not say anything more, and quickly disappeared into the darkness again.
"Of course not. Not everyone needs to be baptized in the hell killing field. After all, the mortality rate there is too high. In addition to going through a battle in the hell killing field every year, there is another way to survive in the killing city. That is to contribute two bloody mary cups a month."
Hemingway knew what Bloody Mary was before he came here. That's human blood. From this point of view, the man just now should not know how much blood he contributed before he became like this. I'm afraid he won't support it for long.
"There are more bloody mary contributions, isn't it to be slaughtered?" Hemingway frowned.
Black gauze girl Road: "No, you are now in the outer city of the capital of killing, not the real capital of killing. Only the inner city is the real place without rules. Those who contribute to the survival of Bloody Mary can only live in the outer city, and killing at will is not allowed in the outer city. Only those warriors who survive in the dungeon killing ground are qualified to live in the inner city. Of course, they can live there The enjoyment is greater than that outside, but it will face the test of death at any time. "
"So, the capital of killing is completely another world, so what is the food source of the capital of killing? I'm afraid it can't be planted in this place, and no one will plant it." Hemingway said, his eyes always falling on the black girl. In this short time, he made a simple experiment. The skills attached to finding soul bones will not be affected by the special fields here.
The black gauze girl's face changed slightly, "sorry, I don't know this. I can't answer you."
Hemingway said faintly, "does the martial soul hall know the existence here? If so, why don't they, who always boast of justice, come and destroy you?"
His question was very impolite, but it was very learned. Although the capital of killing is an isolated underground world. But when I arrived, there were so many people in the tavern outside, which showed that there were not people without guidance here.
The black girl sneered, "What if you know? The Wulin hall will not take action against us. Let alone whether they can get benefits in this world. Destroying the capital of killing is not good for them at all. Mr. 9527, don't forget that those who enter the capital of killing can hardly go out again. And those who can come here are human beings full of depravity and sin. There is no connection with the outside world It doesn't matter. The capital of killing is like a special prison. It helps the Wulin hall to keep the most heinous prisoners. Why did the Wulin hall destroy it? I'm afraid they'd like more villains to come here. "
Hemingway nodded clearly. Sure enough, the existence of the capital of killing is based on the connivance of the Wulin hall. In any case, even if the soul skill cannot be used here, its strength cannot be compared with the wusoul hall covering the whole continent.
Walking on the road, there are more and more people on both sides. Almost everyone's face shows unhealthy pallor, and more of them are bony. Needless to say, these are people who dare not enter the killing ground in hell and survive by contributing two bloody mary glasses a month.
Hemingway has a vivid memory of the Bloody Mary he once drank. He clearly remembers that the cup is at least half a kilogram, and two cups a month is a kilogram of blood.
1、 Two months may be nothing, but if it continues like this in a place without sunshine, how can the body bear it.
Hemingway thought to himself, perhaps this killing city itself is secretly supported by the martial soul hall, otherwise, where does the food of such a city come from? Where do all kinds of things come from?
In the outer city of the capital of killing, there are some simple black stone houses on both sides of the street. There are some special places to eat every other section of the road. Many people lined up there waiting for food distribution.
I feel better than beggars. As for the so-called sin paradise, the so-called pleasure, there is no way to exist. In this regard, the explanation given by the black yarn girl is also very simple. The wicked are also divided into three, six and nine grades. Only the really powerful wicked can enjoy themselves in this fallen paradise.
As for useless waste, you have no right to enjoy it.
The city is bigger than Hemingway imagined. After walking for more than half an hour, when Hemingway had some knowledge of the outer city, the black gauze girl took him to a wall. Compared with the outer wall of the capital of killing, the wall is not high, and the highest part is only about 10 meters. Obviously, behind this wall is the inner city of the capital of killing.
The gate was wide open and there were no guards, The black gauze girl indifferently introduced Hemingway: "There is no need to guard the inner city. As long as people in the outer city have the courage to enter, they can go inside at any time. Of course, when they get inside, they must bear the unknowns of the inner world. You have just come to the capital of killing, I suggest that you'd better live in the outer city for a while. When you get used to everything here, it's better to enter the inner city. Please don't go after entering the inner city later Leave me five meters away, otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety. "
"Is it safe to be with you?" Hemingway said something funny.
The black gauze girl looked at him, and the pair of not very beautiful eyes exposed outside the black gauze flashed a proud light, "I am the messenger of the king of killing. In the capital of killing, no one dares to offend the majesty of the king of killing. Within 12 hours of your entering the world, there is a new protection period. Having me by your side is the best protection for your life. Out of this time, you can only live and die."
There is also a new protection period. It seems that the killing city really has its own system.
Without hesitation, Hemingway stepped into the inner city with the black yarn girl. Just as soon as he entered the inner city, Hemingway immediately felt a completely different atmosphere from the outer city. If the outer city is a dead and indifferent world. Then, the inner city is a luxurious and crazy world.
Various colored lights can be seen everywhere. The number of people in the inner city is much more than that in the outer city, which is very different from the quiet of the outer city. The inner city was in great chaos. There are excited laughter, painful cries and many creepy voices everywhere.
Looking around, in a corner on the left, an extremely tall man was pulling a plump woman's hair and doing something indescribable.
Vent your desires in public.
A group of people surrounded him, but they were cheering him on. On the other side, three or four people were beating a young man. Tang San looked at the young man's arm being removed, and the man who removed his arm was still chewing with a broken arm.
"This is not so much a paradise for sin as a world of beasts." Hemingway said faintly.
In the eyes of the black gauze girl beside him, the light suddenly turned to one side and said in a deep voice: "are you challenging the authority of the king of killing? If so, the great king of killing will surely erase you from here. Since you come here, you can only abide by the rules here."
Hemingway gave her a noncommittal look, "take me to the killing ground in hell."
The black gauze girl was obviously dissatisfied with him. This time, she stopped persuading him, but strode to the inner city. The inner city is indeed a city of luxury, or erosion. Just as the black gauze girl said, with her around, although there were many bad eyes on Hemingway, no one came to harass him.
Here, Hemingway frowned and could not bear to look directly at him. In his eyes, he saw too many things he had never seen before. Men and women can do that at any time in the street, and some are even killed in the process.
Hemingway clearly saw that when a man reached the peak, his throat was cut by the sharp blade spitting out from the woman's mouth.
While the gorgeous woman's body was in spasm, she still drank the bright red liquid gushing from the man's throat. Although there was no food in his stomach, Hemingway still felt some nausea. The aversion to the world is increasing geometrically.
He suddenly found that in this capital of killing, there is no need to deliberately control it, and the killing intention will continue to rush up. It seems that only through killing can you release the hostility accumulated in your heart.
I was walking. Suddenly, there was some commotion ahead. At least dozens of people gathered there, and screams kept coming from them. A stream of blood burst out from the inside. The onlookers dodged a road by themselves, and a figure came out slowly from the inside.
Seeing this man, Hemingway unconsciously stopped, with an undisguised surprise in his eyes. He never imagined that he saw acquaintances in this crime capital and killing city.
Out of the crowd was a girl. All in black, with long hair neatly combed behind and tied with a rope. Holding a short sword with a length of more than ten feet and flashing cold light. A pair of beautiful eyes full of strange charm shine.
Compared with those gorgeous women seen on the street before, she is like a green lotus and white couple out of sludge. Almost perfect figure, different from the previous cold temperament, all attract people's attention. On the mirror smooth dagger in her hand, a drop of blood was slipping quietly.
The onlookers looked at her with a look of fear in their eyes. Yes, this man Hemingway knew.
Not long ago, the woman fell in front of him during the soul master competition.