~： Five hundred twenty-three. The people here speak so nicely, I really like them here

(One more)

"Da da da……"

Footsteps from far to near, Yang Ming's unhurried footsteps seemed to be stepping on Scott's heart, and within a short time, his blood pressure suddenly soared.

Before Yang Ming arrived, Scott opened his black helmet in a panic, revealing a hideous middle-aged face with a slanting scar. His eyes changed when he watched Yang Ming, no longer the carelessness and Contempt, it's like looking at a monster with a demon skin, full of fear!

Why can this young man use his spirit skills in the Slaughter City?

Scott can't figure out the problem even if he breaks his head.

In fact, under the rules of the world of Slaughter City, only the spirit abilities attached to the spirit ring are prohibited. If the spirit master possesses the spirit bone, he can still use the spirit abilities attached to the spirit bone.

Yang Ming's existence is even more special, naturally he is not too tightly bound by rules.

Seeing Yang Ming lift up the long sword, Scott was agitated and opened his mouth to beg for mercy:

"Little... master, don't kill me, you have passed my test and you are eligible to enter the killing city."

Scott's mouth is full of bitterness. It is embarrassing to think that he has been living for so many years to beg for forgiveness from a teenager younger than himself, but it is better to live than to die. In order to survive, what is the matter of discarding morals?

After all, Scott was afraid that Yang Ming had a calf and didn’t know the rules, so he was annoyed and killed him. He quickly stretched out his **** hand into his arms and fumbled for a while, took out a black sign from his arms and handed it to Yang Ming. .

Yang Ming glanced at the sign lightly, which was engraved with a skull and crossbones, and there was a number under it, six six six six.

Seeing Yang Ming's silence, Scott thought he didn't understand what it was, and quickly explained:

"This is the proof that you are in the Slaughter City. After you enter the city with it, someone will be picked up at the city gate."

Yang Ming took the black sign, looked at Coster's pleading expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, his fingers rubbed the black sign, his eyes played with taste:

"That's it?"

Scott thought that Yang Ming was unwilling to give up, and an anger suddenly rose in his heart. He was also a member of the law enforcement team. On weekdays, only others would please him and compliment him. How ever was he threatened?

However, when Scott glanced over those divinely indifferent pupils inadvertently, the anger that had just risen in his chest seemed to have been extinguished by a downpour, and it was cold from the body to the soul for no reason. , The goose bumps are all up.

will die! Will die!

Scott lowered his head subconsciously, fearing that Yang Ming would penetrate the disrespectful heart he had just raised, then tremblingly took out his wallet from his pocket and handed it to Yang Ming, saying:

"Master, this is a little tribute, please accept it."

As soon as the words were spoken, Scott couldn't help but feel a little painful, but his salary this month was in it!

"Count you acquaintance!"

Yang Ming chuckled, disregarding Scott's ugly expression, took the wallet and opened it. Inside were two crystal clear glass bottles filled with bright red dripping liquid, which is exactly what the killing capital is. The special product Bloody Mary is also the currency of the killing capital.

In the City of Killing, soul coins are not applicable. Everyone uses Bloody Mary as an equivalent exchange. Over time, the default universal currency is formed.

Picking up the two bottles of Bloody Mary into Youhaina Ring, Yang Ming turned around and left.

After Yang Ming left, the other black-clad warriors seemed to have recovered from their wanderings. They leaned forward, pulled Scott up from the ruins, and whispered, bewitching:

"Master Scott, that kid actually treated you this way, or let's inform the people on the law enforcement team and let them..."

Before the provocative guy finished speaking, Scott turned dark and slapped his face. With great strength, he punched a hole in the black mask, and the man slammed into the mask and slammed his head. There was a rustle, and a trace of blood fell from the mask, ticking to the ground.

Although Scott was like a grandson in front of Yang Ming, he didn't show the slightest fear to these extremely evil subordinates. He was vicious on his face and yelled at him, saying:

"You idiot, use your mind to think about it. That guy can use spirit abilities in this place, and he also has a space to reserve the spirit guide. Such a character must have a noble identity outside. How can it be you and me? The existence that can be remembered, next time you want to do something, remember to use your head first."

Although Yang Ming was 500 meters away from Scott, the voice of their conversation fell into Yang Ming's ears verbatim.

"Not so stupid as to be in a pig cage."

Yang Ming snorted and continued to move forward.

The pitch-black city gate gave people an extremely depressed feeling. On the huge city gate, the four characters of the city of killing were hung high.

In front of the door, two rows of black armored warriors stood there quietly. Before Yang Ming showed her identification card, a woman with a black veil had already walked out from insideWelcome to the killing capital . "

The woman's voice was very nice, she came to Yang Ming and turned away and made a please gesture.

Looking at this woman's posture, it was not like a gathering place for criminals, thugs, and murderers, but rather like a hotel that opened a big bargain, welcoming anyone.

Of course, if an outsider is deceived by the scene in front of you, I can only say that you will not be wronged in dying inside later.

The City of Killing is not only a holy place for killing, it is also the best showcase of the dark side of human nature. Even people who behave friendly, may turn their faces and deny people in the next moment.

And here, young children who seem to be powerless, and lonely old people who are bullied by others, may be frightening killers.

Yang Ming took a deep look at the woman in front of him. If you look carefully, you will find that her fingers have thick calluses on the pads, but the arms are not thick, indicating that they often hold light weapons such as daggers and small knives.

The woman didn't apply nail polish on her hands, but Yang Ming's nose was very good, and she could smell a dark fragrance from her nails. If there were no accidents, her nails should have been stained with venom.

It should be said, is this really a killing capital with simple folk customs?

It's getting more and more interesting.

Yang Ming was like a young man who went out for spring, with his hands on his back, melodiously followed the woman and walked into the city gate. He couldn't see the dominance when he defeated Scott just now.

Because of the identity card in his hand, no one blocked it.

Walking into the city, what you see is a blue-purple world. There are lights hanging on both sides of the street, and there are only two kinds of light released.