Douluo Continent: This Soul Master is Too Bizarre and Unpredictable

The town of Loran wasn't very big. After entering the town, Mu Yang led Shui Bing'er to a tavern in the town, following the map marked by Tianshui Academy.

The interior of the tavern was dimly lit. Upon entering, Mu Yang noticed that the decor was dark, with all the decorations being predominantly black, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Mu Yang: You people from Changsha?

At this time, there weren't many "customers" in the tavern, only about 20% of the seats were occupied. In addition, very few people were talking, making the whole tavern very quiet.

The arrival of Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern.

Looking at the two people's 'youthful' faces compared to theirs, everyone cast surprised glances at them.

Despite their surprise, they all knew what kind of place this was and that a Soul Master's strength could not be judged solely by their appearance. Therefore, no one took the lead in expressing disdain or going up to tease them.

After glancing around, Mu Yang ignored the 'customers' sitting there and turned to a waiter dressed in black with an indifferent expression at the bar counter.

"You, come here!"

Mu Yang waved to the waiter in black.

"What would you two like to order?"

A waiter with an indifferent expression walked over and asked.

"Take us to the Killing City."

Mu Yang spoke up.

Upon hearing this, the waiter in black paused for a moment, then said, "Not just anyone is qualified to enter the Killing City. In addition to completing the test, you two must also drink a Bloody Mary."

As he spoke, a mocking look appeared on the waiter's face.

These young people are so arrogant and ignorant. Do they really think that the Killing Capital is a vacation paradise? And that they can just walk in whenever they want?

He'd bet his dick that if this man and woman entered the Killing City, they'd either die a horrible death in the streets the next day, or live a very 'comfortable' life.

After all, handsome men and beautiful women are highly sought-after in the Killing City.

"Tsk~, just as I thought~, when you're abroad, you have to act like a citizen of your homeland!"

Mu Yang shook his head with a sigh, then activated the Soul-Seizing Secret Technique, altering consciousness and turning the black-clad waiter into a temporary servant.

next moment.

"Dear Mr. and Ms. Homelander, please follow me!"

With a warm smile, the waiter in black bowed and led the way for Mu Yang and his companion.

Mu Yang: Mr. Homelander?

Shui Bing'er: Miss Homelander?

Shaking their heads slightly, the two ignored the form of address and followed the waiter in black.

Upon entering a booth behind the bar, the waiter pressed a mechanism on the wall. With a low rumble, a seamless stone wall slowly rose up, revealing a dark stone staircase leading downwards.

"Dear Mr. Homelander and Ms. Homelander, this is the entrance to the Killing City."

The waiter in black made a respectful gesture of invitation.

"Very well, given your acceptable attitude, I forgive your previous offense."

Mu Yang nodded in satisfaction, then released his mental control over the waiter and led Shui Bing'er into the dark passage.

The next moment, the waiter regained consciousness and looked at the two figures walking into the corridor with a look of terror in his eyes.

Goodness gracious! I was so blind!

The fact that Dan Chong can subtly alter the consciousness of others demonstrates the extraordinary nature of this "Mr. Homelander".

You should know that he may seem ordinary, but he is actually one of the top four-ring Soul Masters within a hundred miles!

After a long while, the black-clad waiter, having composed himself, pressed the mechanism again, closing the stone door to the entrance passage, and returned to the tavern's main hall.

At this moment, a shrewd man with a long, narrow scar on his face stood up. Following Mu Yang's example, he waved to the waiter and said, "You, come here! Take me to the City of Slaughter!"

"roll!"

The waiter immediately shouted without any politeness.

Don't you even know what kind of person you are? A mere third-ring Soul Master, do you deserve the treatment that "Mr. Homelander" received before?

Scarface the Clever: "???"

This script is wrong!

Mu Yang and his companion were naturally unaware of the ridiculous imitation that was unfolding inside the tavern.

Soon after entering the dark stone staircase passage, the ground leveled out, and thanks to the "Fiery Eyes" granted by the Autumn Water Dew he had taken, Mu Yang was able to clearly see everything inside the passage.

This is a long passageway that slopes downwards, with a constantly chilly atmosphere blowing in your face.

Knowing what lay ahead, Mu Yang, pulling the blind Shui Bing'er along, strode forward.

"Muyang, how much longer is this passage?"

After walking for a long time, Shui Bing'er couldn't help but ask.

"We should be there soon, right?"

Mu Yang said somewhat uncertainly.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from all directions: "Welcome to the City of Slaughter, the capital of hell, a world filled with carnage. Here, you can get anything you want, but the price is your life."

The sudden, cold voice nearly startled the two of them.

"Is someone watching us?"

After calming herself down, Shui Bing'er asked.

"I'm not sure, but it's probably a special soul tool similar to a soul-guided microphone? Once it detects someone's arrival, it automatically plays a pre-recorded message?"

Touching his chin, Mu Yang said with a confident expression.

Shui Bing'er: "."

After walking for a while and turning a corner, the two sharp-eyed people spotted a faint light ahead.

Looking around, the two saw an open portal, and on the other side of the portal, there were quite a few signs of life.

As they strode forward, and as they crossed the gate and emerged from the passageway, a hundred warriors wielding heavy swords and clad in full black armor blocked their path.

In front of these hundred black-armored warriors stood a figure wielding a dark gold spear, clad in blood-red armor, and exuding a strong stench of blood.

"You have broken the rules."

The hoarse voice sounded extremely cold, as if it were coming from the mouth of a corpse.

The one who spoke was the blood-armored figure standing in front of the many black-armored warriors.

Shui Bing'er didn't look at the blood-armored figure; instead, she looked behind him.

What comes into view is a black city. The thick black city walls look extremely wide, indicating that the city must be quite large.

Above the city, a purple moon hung low, seemingly less than 500 meters from the ground. Looking further up, everything was black, like the night itself.

The dim light, the pitch-black colors, and the eerie purple moon all tell of a special city that ordinary people dare not enter.

"So what if I broke the rules?"

Mu Yang asked calmly.

The blood-armored figure's voice remained icy, devoid of any human warmth, as the dark golden spear in his hand pointed directly at him: "Then you must accept your punishment!" (End of Chapter)