In the hall, primarily red, Tang Sui, with a stern face, strode across the floor made of special crystals, her demeanor one of pure accusation, glaring at the Slaughter King lounging on his bat throne.
"Did you lie to me? I circled outside the city several times and found no abnormality as you described."
The light in the hall was somewhat dim, casting a hazy sheen over Tang Sui's clear, gem-like blue eyes, their color seeming to deepen to a dark azure.
Hearing the little cub's challenge, Tang Chen scoffed internally, thinking with disdain, *Of course, you wouldn't find the "abnormality" because they've already boldly entered the Slaughter City.*
Recalling the sliver of blood relation he felt from that Haotian Sect disciple, and the report from the tavern on the ground, Tang Chen looked at the huffing little cub before him, his expression profound.
"When have I ever lied to you? You just didn't find them yourself, got led around in circles, and foolishly spoke up for them."
Tang Chen said with a hint of disdain. A flicker of doubt crossed Tang Sui's face as she caught a keyword in Tang Chen's words: "Someone else? The abnormality is a person?"
"Didn't you feel it yourself? Within the Slaughter City, besides me, there's a second, rather peculiar aura." Tang Chen's lips curved into a cold arc, adopting a "your problem, you deal with it" attitude.
Sensing the somewhat passive-aggressive tone of the other party, Tang Sui: "..."
The large and small figures glared at each other across the space for a few seconds. Seeing the riddle-spouting demeanor of the other, Tang Sui puffed out her cheeks. The suspicion in her eyes dissipated, replaced by a thoughtful expression. "Is it someone related to my missing memories who has entered?"
Tang Chen: "Who knows."
Since the person had already stepped into the Slaughter City, coupled with the aura so similar to the other half of the little cub's bloodline and that hammer, he had a pretty good idea of the visitor's identity. But he wouldn't say it, letting the little girl figure it out herself.
While Tang Sui slowly took over the administrative and miscellaneous affairs of the Slaughter City, Tang Chen had discovered the joy of slacking off. He strongly approved of the behavior of some old monsters who enjoyed drinking sake under cherry blossom trees.
Being warlike was one thing, but endless slaughter, even for someone inherently bloodthirsty, would eventually lead to weariness.
Of course, he was now experiencing the joy of raising a cub and enslaving a little one.
In the little cub's words, he was going to leave this place eventually, but the Slaughter City, as the foundation, needed someone of their own to manage it, and this manager, Tang Sui, was the most suitable.
He was letting the little cub adapt to the life of a new ruler in advance, definitely not slacking off.
Tang Chen, sitting calmly, watched Tang Sui's expression shift from contemplation to sudden realization, and then she turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
Tang Sui paused and glanced back at this unreliable adult. "Patrolling the city."
With that, Tang Sui lifted off from her spot and left the Hell Palace.
Tang Chen watched the little cub's spirited departure, the arc of his lips deepening, carrying a hint of unspoken meaning.
...
Meanwhile, upon finally entering the city, Tang San's first sight was a world of blue and purple.
The streetlights hung on either side of the road, emitting a blue-purple glow that fell upon the people, adding a touch of savagery and distortion to them, as if they were not human, but demons wearing human skin.
What surprised him even more was that there were quite a few people here, contrary to the dead silence and gloom he had imagined. Instead, it was filled with... the air of life?
The people didn't pay attention to him, an outsider, as if they were all immersed in their own worlds. They seemed accustomed to the thick scent of blood pervading the city. Yet, like friendly neighbors, when they met on the street, some would stop to converse amicably.
Tang San glanced at the people shrouded in an unshakeable scent of blood, taking in the almost fanatical fervor that appeared in their eyes during conversations. The sense of strangeness in his heart intensified.
Very strange.
Tang San mentally labeled the Slaughter City.
Logically, those who entered through such a brutal assessment would not be benevolent. Moreover, his father had told him before entering the Slaughter City to show no mercy and kill anyone who obstructed him.
This didn't sound like something his father would say about being bloodthirsty. It could only mean that the people here were murderers stained with countless lives.
But...
Tang San looked around. Apart from everything appearing somber, at first glance, it didn't seem much different from an ordinary city. Sudan Fiction Network.
Tang San fell silent for a second, then suddenly asked, "What kind of place is the Slaughter City?"
The envoy, looking at the "clean" scenery, vastly different from a year ago, said with some emotion, "This is a paradise. Once it was a playground for the fallen, and now... it's a lost paradise."
A cryptic answer.
Tang San frowned and asked again, "Then how was the Slaughter City formed?"
The fact that one couldn't use spirit abilities upon entering, and spirit power was suppressed, was peculiar...
And such a vast, empty underground. Everything was filled with strangeness.
The envoy glanced at the young man, whose questions were like those on the form, directly probing the population's water meter, and who bore some resemblance to their little princess. He replied, "The Slaughter City has existed for a thousand years. Legend has it that it is a domain left by a powerful spirit master who broke through level one hundred. Here, all spirit master skills cannot be used, and people can only survive by instinct and their own strength. Of course, although suppressed, spirit power can still be a source of power."
So that's it, a domain, is that why spirit abilities can't be used?
Tang San mused, then asked the envoy other questions, which were patiently answered one by one.
The two walked leisurely through the city and, without realizing it, arrived at the entrance of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Two ferocious bronze beast statues served as gatekeepers, occupying both sides, left and right. The entrance in the middle was like a gaping maw, greedily swallowing all who arrived, devouring their innocence and purity.
---Author's Notes---
PS: Regarding the makeup chapters, they will start from October. This month, apart from the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are no holidays at all. Please be patient, little cuties! From October onwards, it will be happy!