(1st Update)

As he spoke, the narrator also put on a bloody pose, as if as long as Yang Ming nodded, he could do whatever he wanted to her.

Yang Ming is not a junior brother now, not to mention that he knows very well the essence of the people in the killing capital in his heart, so he chuckled lightly and refused:

"No need, you better help me find a place to stay, of course, before that, you take me to the hell killing fields, I want to go there to see it."

A look of loss flashed in the narrator's beautiful eyes.

A young and handsome local tyrant like Yang Ming, and a generous local tyrant, she hadn't seen it for a long time, and she originally thought that she could sell some hues and squeeze his wallet dry, but she didn't expect the other party to be so cautious, or rather, he had ideas on his upper body, but he couldn't help it on his lower body?

Shaking her head slightly, the black gauze girl swept away the nonsense in her mind, and then said solemnly:

"You've just arrived in the Killing Capital, and you're planning to go to the Hell Killing Fields? Don't you think about it anymore? ”

"You know, it's a place where bones are buried, a lot of people go in every year, but less than a tenth of them come out alive, and it's also the easiest place for us to reduce the population of our killing capital."

"While everyone is required to enter the Hell's Killing Fields once a year, and if they can survive a single battle, they can live in the Killing Capital for another year, but most people shy away from that place and don't go in until the end of the year, or by contributing two cups of Bloody Marys a month to survive."

As a docent, the Black Veil Girl does her part.

However, she is so patient and persuasive, but she also has her own little abacus in it.

Who called Yang Ming, at first glance, a character who is stupid and quick to come with money?

"Take me there." Yang Ming said in a firm tone.

It's going to rain and the mother is going to get married, seeing Yang Ming's resolute attitude, the narrator shrugged slightly, so he let him be.

A man and a woman, one in front of the other, walked through the streets and alleys, deep into the city.

Along the way, Yang Ming received the gaze of the people around him from time to time, and he himself measured this place with the corner of his eye.

In many dark corners, there are ragged people leaning against the wall, looking skinny and terrifying, not daring to breathe, let alone any fierce exercise, just hiding in the corner, watching every pedestrian coming and going with gloomy eyes.

These people are all cowards who dare not go to the hellish killing fields to earn a chance to survive, and can only survive by drawing two cups of Bloody Mary every month.

Yang Ming had previously noticed that a glass of Bloody Mary was at least 300 ml.

Based on the calculation of 60 kilograms of adult male, there are about more than 4,000 milliliters of blood in the body, and the Bloody Mary is drawn twice a month, which is 600 milliliters, which is nearly one-sixth of the total blood volume in the body.

Of course, those who can enter the killing capital, although there are many ordinary people, there is no shortage of soul masters, as the level of soul masters continues to increase, they have been extracted by soul power over the years, and the amount of blood in their bodies has increased.

It's just that, even so, extracting 600 milliliters of blood a month is a very unacceptable thing for most soul masters below level 30 soul venerables.

Once the blood is extracted, the blood qi in the body decreases, the qi is weak, the strength is reduced, and the courage to enter the hell killing field is not enough, and then the blood of the body is sold again, and then it becomes weaker, and it will only enter a vicious circle.

Of course, Yang Ming didn't mean to pity these people.

After all, the vast majority of people here are criminals and villains from the outside, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they have died a thousand times or ten thousand times for the crimes they have committed.

Yang Ming was just surprised that this was a rule deliberately set by the people of the Killing Capital.

Because he can sense in the dark that these people's bodies are constantly exuding all kinds of negative emotions, and then this kind of negative emotions that are difficult to see with the naked eye are constantly absorbed by this heaven and earth, and it seems that something is secretly being conceived.

Think of the reason for the formation of the Killing Capital......

Yang Ming's eyes were deep, this point was really scary.

The gods of the Douluo Continent are probably not as simple as he imagined.

The Killing Capital is divided into an inner city and an outer city.

The Outer City is not really a killing capital, and those who survive by contributing Bloody Marys are only allowed to live in the Outer City, and are not allowed to kill at will in the Outer City.

Only those warriors who survive in the Hell Killing Fields are eligible to live in the inner city, but the inner city is a place where there are really no rules, and there will be greater dangers inside, and they will be tested by death at any time.

Along the way, the narrator was dutiful and dutiful, constantly telling Yang Ming the basic information about the Killing Capital.

The deeper you go into the city, the more pedestrians on the road gradually increase, but almost everyone's face shows an unhealthy paleness, like zombies of the walking dead, while more people are skinny and choking on every step.

The smoke curls and the smell of rice fills the nose.

Yang Ming noticed that on both sides of the street stood rows of black stone houses, the shape was very simple, just like the slums in the kingdom of Aguo in the previous life, skinny, dirty-faced, and godless people lined up in long lines, waiting for food to be distributed, and what they ate was also very simple, just a lump of unknown substance, which looked disgusting, but exuded a strange fragrance.

I have to say that even pigs eat more feed than these people.

However, the people here have long been accustomed to it, and they are not picky about the food at all, and they will devour the food on the spot, for fear of being snatched away by others.

It's not a joke.

Yang Ming really saw that there was a slightly stronger villain, it was estimated that he had just drawn blood for a few months, relying on his strength, snatched the chaff from another villain who was much weaker than him, and ate deliciously, the villain who was robbed of his job did not get the sympathy of the people around him at all, but ushered in more people's laughter and scolding.

Chaos, evil, ruthless, indifferent.

All kinds of sick people and sick behaviors have been constructed into a deformed ecosystem in the outer city of the killing capital.

The Eye of Reincarnation is known as the Eye of Creation, helping Yang Ming to see many unknown things, watching countless negative emotions being absorbed by this heaven and earth, a glimmer of light flashed in Yang Ming's eyes.

After walking for more than half an hour, Yang Ming marveled at the deformed ecology of the city along the way, and followed the docent unknowingly in front of a city wall.

Compared to the exterior walls of the Killing Capital, the walls were not high, only about ten meters at the highest point, and they looked to be in disrepair, the walls were covered with mottled traces of time, and there were a lot of slippery moss growing under the walls.

But the funny thing is that no one dared to climb over this wall, or to get out or go in.

Behind this wall is the inner city of the Killing Capital.

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