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"Ka, da, da..."

The footsteps sounded from far to near, and Yang Ming's uneasy footsteps seemed to be stepping on Scott's heart. In an instant, his blood pressure suddenly soared.

Before Yang Ming could arrive, Scott panickedly lifted his black helmet, revealing a hideous middle-aged man's face with a slanted scar. His eyes at Yang Ming changed, no longer the carelessness and contempt he had just now, as if he was looking at a monster wearing demon skin, full of fear!

Why, can this young man use soul skills in the City of Killing?

Scott couldn't figure out this problem even if he broke his head.

In fact, under the rules of the world of the Slaying Capital, only soul skills attached to the soul ring are forbidden. If the soul master has soul bones, he can still use the soul skills attached to the soul bones.

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

Seeing Yang Ming lifting his sword, Scott suddenly shuddered and begged for mercy:

"Sister... Master, don't kill me. You have passed my test and are qualified to enter the capital of killing."

Scott's mouth was full of bitterness. He thought that after living for so many years, he actually wanted to beg for mercy from a young man who was younger than him. But it was better to live without a single life than to die. What's the point of abandoning integrity in order to survive?

After saying that, Scott was afraid that Yang Mingchu would not know the rules, so he killed him in anger. He quickly stretched out his hand covered in blood and stroking in his arms, took out a black sign from his arms and handed it to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming glanced at the sign with a skull carved on it and a number below it, six six six six six six.

Seeing that Yang Ming was silent, Scott thought he didn't understand what this was, so he quickly explained:

"This is your proof of being in the City of Killing. After holding it in the city, someone will be guided at the city gate."

Yang Ming took the black sign, looked at Cost's begging expression, his mouth slightly raised, his fingers rubbed the black sign, his eyes were scented:

"That's it?"

Scott thought Yang Ming was unwilling to stop, and anger suddenly arose in his heart. He was a member of the law enforcement team after all. On weekdays, only others please him and compliment him. How could he be threatened like this?

However, when Scott's eyes accidentally passed by the cold pupils as if they were gods, the anger that had just risen in his chest was as if it had been extinguished by a heavy rain. From body and mind to soul, he felt a chill for no reason, and all goose bumps were raised.

Will die! Will die!

Scott subconsciously lowered his head, for fear that Yang Ming would penetrate the disrespect he had just risen. Then he took out his wallet from his pocket and handed it to Yang Ming, saying:

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

As soon as he said that, Scott couldn't help but feel a little painful. This is his monthly salary!

"You know your identity!"

Yang Ming chuckled lightly, regardless of Scott's ugly expression, he took the wallet and opened it. It was two crystal clear glass bottles filled with bright red liquid. It was the Bloody Mary, a specialty of the City of Killing, and it was also the common currency of the City of Killing.

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

He put two bottles of bloody Mary into the Youhai Ring, and Yang Ming turned around and left.

After Yang Ming walked away, the other black-armored warriors seemed to have come back to their senses from the sacred tour, and approached happily, pulled Scott up from the ruins, and whispered:

"Sir Scott, that kid is treating you like this. Why don't we inform the people in the law enforcement team and let them..."

Before the guy who was sowed the disagreement finished speaking, Scott turned black and slapped him. He was so strong that he made a concave hole in the black mask. The man even hit the mask, making his head clatter, and a trace of blood slid from under the mask and fell to the ground.

Although Scott was as cowardly as his grandson in front of Yang Ming, he did not show any timidity towards these subordinates who were extremely evil, and showed his viciousness on his face. He shouted angrily and said:

"You idiot, use your brain to think about it. That guy can use soul skills in this place and also has a space reserve soul guide. Such a person must have a noble identity outside. How can you and I think of? Next time you want to make trouble, remember to use your brain first."

Although Yang Ming was five hundred meters away from Scott, the voice of their conversation fell into Yang Ming's ears word by word.

"It's not stupid enough to be in the pig cage."

Yang Ming snorted lightly and continued to move forward.

The dark city gate gives people a feeling of extreme depression. On the huge city gate, the four big words "City of Killing" hung high.

In front of the door, two rows of black-armored warriors stood there quietly. Before Yang Ming could show his identity card, a woman with a black veil had already walked out of it.

“Welcome to the City of Killing.”

The woman's voice sounded very nice. She came to Yang Ming and dodged her face and made a gesture of asking for help.

Look at this woman's posture, it doesn't look like a gathering place for criminals, villains, and murderers, but rather like a hotel that opens a big reward, welcoming anyone to come.

Of course, if the outsider is confused by the scene before me, I can only say that you will die in it later.

The capital of killing is not only a holy place for killing, but also the best display of the dark side of human nature. No matter how friendly people are, they may turn against each other in the next moment.

And here, young children who seem to be powerless and lonely elderly people who are bullied may be terrifying killers.

Yang Ming looked at the woman in front of him with a deep sense. If you look closely, you will find that there were thick calluses on her fingers, but her arms were not thick, which means that she often held light weapons such as daggers and small knives.

The woman did not apply nail polish on her hands, but Yang Ming’s nose was very flexible and could smell a faint fragrance coming from her nails. If there was no accident, her nails should have been stained with venom.

It should be said that this place is truly a simple and simple killing capital?

It's getting more and more interesting.

Yang Ming was like a young man who went out for spring, carrying his hands behind him, and followed the woman in a melodious manner into the city gate. He could not tell at all the domineering aura he had when he defeated Scott just now.

Because of the identity card in hand, no one stopped him.
Chapter completed!