Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 116 The place where all evils gather
"Welcome to the capital of killing, distinguished guest."

Under the city gate, the woman covered with a black veil respectfully bowed slightly to Sang Xia, then raised her arms and made an inviting gesture sideways: "The great king of slaughter has conveyed his will to me, and after receiving In the next twelve hours, I will be your guide, and you can ask me any questions you have."

This is not the same as what she said in the information she obtained. She knows that there is a so-called novice protection period in the capital of killing, but the attitude of the hell messengers should not be so friendly in theory. The envoy's tone of hospitality was like that of a well-trained tour guide.

However, thinking of her special number and the title "guest" she used, she didn't show surprise, but raised her chin: "Since I'm a guest, shouldn't I be invited to the host's house?"

This is the first time the guide has seen such a newcomer who can climb smoothly. She was stunned for a moment before she realized it and bent down again: "The King of Slaughter asked me to tell you a word: 'Since you are The heirs favored by the sky and Xinghai should witness and traverse this world in person, complete the unfinished tour on their behalf, and leave the accumulation of this world in their own eyes. Only then will you stand on my side Qualifications ahead.'”

"—he asked me to tell you so."

She couldn't understand the obscure words of this prophecy, and there was a hint of confusion in the formulaic sweet voice.

travel?What kind of crazy would travel to such a ghost place, let alone such a young child, but since the Slaughter King said so, she had no choice but to repeat it according to the script.

She could vaguely feel that the child in front of her seemed to be a very special existence to the Slaughter King, because when he said these words, his tone was extremely complicated, as if he was bewildered and sighed.

It was the first time she felt human-like emotions from this god-like cold, majestic and tyrannical existence, but the fear and awe accumulated over a long period of time still prevented her from speculating about the relationship between the two , she knew that curiosity would kill people, especially in a place like the capital of killing.

Sang Xia softly "tsk": "You are really arrogant."

She immediately put on a lazy smile, preventing the guide from hearing the complaint: "I understand."

The street lamps on the side of the road exuded a bleak blue-purple light, barely illuminating the dark streets and alleys. From time to time, pale and skinny pedestrians passed by them. Almost everyone showed a look of surprise when they saw her. replaced by more complex emotions.

It was maliciousness that could be clearly felt even though it was deliberately suppressed because of the hell messenger who came to her side, mixed with killing intent, lust, hunger and other things, like a pack of wolves watching their prey.

The Hell Envoy's beautiful eyebrows hidden under the black veil slightly frowned, and looked around coldly. No one dared to make eye contact with her, and lowered their heads one after another, but the corner of their eyes was still circling greedily on Sang Xia. , as if to make this white lamb naked.

"You don't have to worry, with me here, garbage like these who dare not accept the baptism of the killing fields of hell, and can only contribute two cups of Huangquanlu every month to survive in the outer city will never dare to shoot you." The guide said lightly.

"Oh." Sang Xia nodded, having a clearer understanding of the operation system of the Slaughter City.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, then asked, "What if you're not here anymore?"

"Then these people won't be subject to any restrictions." The guide replied, "But if it's you, there shouldn't be any problems."

The street is narrow and dark like the gut of a monster. When walking in it, one will have the illusion that she is being swallowed up gradually. Sang Xia keeps half a step behind the guide, and follows her slowly, looking around.

Simple black stone houses are lined up along the street, and every window is completely nailed with dense wooden boards, as if the people in the house are afraid that some terrible ghosts will get in through the windows.At regular intervals, there is a food distribution point on the side of the road. Many numb people are queuing up to receive food. Sangxia can feel their vital signs, but not their vitality. Compared with humans, perhaps with It is more accurate to refer to them as living corpses.

The limited supply of food and the long queue formed a situation where the supply was clearly in short supply. Those who were lucky enough to receive the food were ecstatic, and swallowed half a piece of steamed bun in their hands in three or two bites. Hard and moldy, he almost swallowed hard with his neck stuck, but he didn't even dare to stop to saliva, for fear that the hard-won precious food would be snatched away.

As a result of eating too fast and too fast, he was choked, and a piece of steamed bun that was as hard as a stone stuck in the middle of his throat, making his whole face turn purple quickly. He scratched his neck desperately, trying to squeeze The deadly steamed bun was pulled out of his throat to no avail, he fell to the ground in convulsions and struggles, and lost his breath after a while.

Immediately, a hungry crowd swarmed up, and it was eaten up in a short time.Those who were not lucky enough to get food could not help but let out a sigh of disappointment, and left the food distribution point with heavy and frivolous steps like zombies due to long-term blood loss and lack of adequate nutritional supplements, and continued to the next one. line up.

"Meat is a scarce food resource in the city of killing," the guide explained to the guest, who took two steps back subconsciously to prevent the blood from dripping on his shoe. "Although random killing is not allowed in the outer city, the remains We will not manage to make the best use of everything.”

Witnessing the bloody scene of cannibalism with their own eyes, some weak-willed people finally broke down completely, screaming hysterically: "I've had enough! This damn place...this damn place, I want to get out of here!"

He suddenly turned over from the ground and got up, rushing towards the gate of the city with an agility that was completely inconsistent with his shapeless body.

The formidable and majestic city gate is close in front of him, as long as he passes through it, he can return to the land he dreamed of, this realization suddenly burst out in his ashen eyes that had not looked at the light for too long Burning ecstasy came out, like a drowning person seeing driftwood floating on the water, desperately trying to catch that glimmer of hope.

But he failed to grab it. Just before his hand was about to grab the door knocker, the pitch-black epee fell quietly, and the sound of blood spurting from his cavity was like a rushing wind. Rolled twice on the ground.

His brain has not completely lost consciousness, and he can still control the muscles of his face to make simple movements. His eyelids trembled twice, and he used his last strength to stubbornly look in the direction of the city gate.

But he didn't see anything. The member of the law enforcement team who cut off his head blocked his sight. He put his sword back into its sheath and counted in an indifferent voice: "Another one."

This is a scene that is staged every day in the killing capital, and the guide has long turned a blind eye to it, and he doesn't even bother to move his eyes there.

The guests around her seemed a little unacceptable. She covered her eyes and her shoulders twitched slightly, as if she was frightened. According to the situation, her psychological endurance should not be so weak.

"Are you okay?" She upheld the qualities of a guide, and asked with concern in a businesslike manner.

"...It's okay." The girl didn't look up, she still pressed her left eye tightly, her voice seemed a little weird, but she didn't cry.

She felt relieved: "then I will take you to the inner city now."

On the top of the city wall beyond the reach of human eyesight, a bat that had been hanging upside down under the eaves of the turret, watching the city with cold dark red eyes finally spread its wings and flew past the sharp crescent moon, from Sangxia and the guide flitted past, heading towards the palace full of all kinds of evil in the deepest part of the killing capital.

　Guide: What kind of insanity would travel to a place like the Killing City? (Sound of tremor)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)