CHAPTER 251: CHAPTER 251: SLAUGHTER CITY, GOODBYE TO THE THREE YOUNG MASTERS OF THE HUANG FAMILY

On the far western land, outside a certain nameless small town.

Lin Feng and Qing Xuan slowly stepped onto this great land, which was dyed red by the setting sun. At the edge of the small town, on a dilapidated wooden sign, there was vaguely a "kill" character that had been dyed red with blood. Under the erosion of the years, only this one word remained, revealing a bloody and cruel air.

The small town appeared exceptionally quiet. Even the sound of the wind was swallowed. In one’s ear, there was only the occasional low roar or shrill scream.

The main street was somewhat desolate. Only a restaurant had people coming in and out from time to time.

A person had just come out of the restaurant. His gaze was indifferent as he swept over. Only when he saw that someone had appeared outside the small town did a look of surprise appear on his face. When he saw Qing Xuan’s peerlessly beautiful face, a trace of greed even more so flashed in his eyes.

But soon, this greed was replaced by vigilance. After all, among the people who could come to the Slaughter City, not a single one was a simple character.

Watching them slowly approach, he glanced at the scene inside the restaurant and quietly waited for Lin Feng to get closer.

"New here?" the man asked coldly, his voice hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time.

Lin Feng did not answer but just glanced at him indifferently. The invisible pressure made the man involuntarily take a step back. Only then did he realize that the two people before him were unfathomably strong.

"I advise you not to go in," the man wiped his scarlet mouth, and after leaving this sentence, he hurriedly left.

After running for two or three li, only then did he turn his head to look back, panting heavily, his eyes full of terror and disbelief. He couldn’t understand why he would feel so terrified under the gaze of those two, as if he had been targeted by some ancient, ferocious beast.

His two hands touched his own neck. He let out a hot breath as if relieved of a heavy burden. "Damn, it’s still here, still here," he murmured to himself, trying to soothe his wildly beating heart. However, the sense of fear that had welled up from the bottom of his heart could not be dispersed for a long time.

Qing Xuan looked at the fast-running Man B and couldn’t help but have the corner of her mouth hook up. "You seem to have scared him."

Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders. "I just scared him a little. You know, among those who would come here, nine out of ten have committed a crime. If just now his gaze towards you had been a little more presumptuous, I wouldn’t have minded directly killing him."

Qing Xuan’s brow raised lightly. She asked softly, "What does this count as?"

"Lust and slaughter are the two things that the people here love most. All those who are extremely vicious and evil often cannot escape the temptation of these two. And here, they will be even more unrestrained."

"If he had really had any improper act just now, then it would have been him seeking his own death."

Qing Xuan’s sandalwood mouth opened slightly. She shot him a white-eyed glare. I don’t know what on earth this fellow is thinking. Does he not understand the deep meaning of my words, or is he pretending not to understand?

"Let’s go in," Lin Feng said.

Qing Xuan nodded lightly and walked into the seemingly ordinary yet secretly murderous restaurant side by side with Lin Feng.

To say it was a restaurant, in fact, its internal structure was very unique, similar to the bars that often appeared in Westerns.

Pushing open the door, a mixed smell of wine and blood rushed to their faces. In the restaurant, all sorts of characters were either sitting or standing. Some were drinking alone in a sullen mood, while others were in groups of three or five, talking in low voices, a look of fierceness and cunning flashing in their eyes from time to time.

Seeing the arrival of Lin Feng and the other, everyone in the entire restaurant stopped their conversation and the movements in their hands in unison, all turning their gazes towards them.

Lin Feng calmly and naturally sat down at the bar and said indifferently, "Two glasses of fruit wine, thank you."

The bartender wiped the wine glass in his hand and said casually, "Sorry, there is only one kind of drink here: Bloody Mary." As he spoke, he showed a strange smile, his eyes full of provocation.

As he spoke, he took out a glass of a scarlet liquid and placed it on the bar. The color was like fresh blood, emitting an unsettling aura.

"This is a specialty of our place. The raw materials are flowing in you and me. I hope you will like it," the bartender’s voice carried a trace of amusement.

Lin Feng reached out and pushed aside the glass of Bloody Mary, saying with a smile, "Sorry, I only like to drink fruit wine."

The crowd in the restaurant followed and laughed loudly. "No way, no way! Someone came here and doesn’t even dare to drink a Bloody Mary? It’s just a little human blood. Among the people who have fled here, which one hasn’t killed someone, hasn’t seen blood?"

"Someone is actually pretending to be pure here. So ridiculous! A man and a woman, and both are so handsome. Could it be that they have come here for their honeymoon? That’s hilarious!"

"New here, right? You don’t even know our rules here!" a sinister voice came from a corner, accompanied by a burst of laughter.

Lin Feng’s face did not change. He just lightly glanced at the person who had spoken.

It was a middle-aged man with a thin and slender figure, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. Seeing Lin Feng look at him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of contempt and provocation.

"Here, a Bloody Mary is the only drink, and also our faith," he said slowly, his voice carrying a trace of a cold darkness. "If you are unwilling to drink, then there is only one result—leave this place, or stay here forever."

From behind him walked out another man who was ninety percent similar to him in appearance. Looking at the Qing Xuan by Lin Feng’s side, the lewd light in his eyes was unconcealed. He licked his lips and said in a very uncomfortable tone, "Of course, if this beauty beside you is willing to have a drink with us, and incidentally play with us three brothers, perhaps we can make an exception and prepare two glasses of fruit wine for you."

The tall, thin and slender man from before immediately followed up, "I think you also look very good. Your skin is so fair and tender. So delicious and fun. If you come by yourself, I can also accept it. Huh? Hahahaha—" He licked the corner of his mouth, sizing Lin Feng up and down, a strange look in his eyes.

Qing Xuan’s brow instantly furrowed tightly. Facing such a naked frivolity and insult, a trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

And Lin Feng’s eyes also turned cold. His entire body emitted a powerful and icy aura, making the surrounding air seem to have frozen. He slowly stood up, his gaze like a knife.

Just as he was about to act up, Qing Xuan suddenly said, "Lin Feng."

Lin Feng paused. "Hmm?"

"I’m angry," Qing Xuan said softly, but her voice carried a cold intent that could not be ignored.

"Mmm."

Lin Feng replied. His index and middle fingers came together. With a light wave, a sharp sword qi shot out from his fingertips, heading straight for the two middle-aged men who had spoken rudely.

"Pfft—"

Like a balloon being pierced by a needle, the bodies of the two were instantly pierced by the sword qi. Fresh blood splattered everywhere, red and white sprinkling on the ground. They couldn’t even let out a miserable cry before they had limply fallen to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone in the restaurant was shocked. The originally noisy environment instantly became deathly silent. They had never expected that this seemingly young and gentle youth would actually have such a terrifying strength.

Lin Feng withdrew his hand, his face still as calm as water.

He slowly walked towards the two fallen men, his gaze cold as he swept over the surroundings. "Who else wants to try my sword?"

In the restaurant, everyone was as quiet as a cicada in winter. No one dared to make a sound again. They all retreated one after another, keeping a distance from Lin Feng, for fear of becoming the next target.

He returned to his seat at the bar, looked at the trembling bartender, and said with a smile, "Two glasses of fruit wine, thank you."

"Ri... ri... right away, right away."

The bartender’s two hands were trembling. He hurriedly searched under the counter. After a good while, he took out two bottles of long-dusted fruit wine as if relieved of a heavy burden. He carefully took out a wine glass and filled it for him, placing it in front of Lin Feng, for fear that a single careless move would anger this god of death.

Just at this time, a roar came from the entrance.

"Who... who killed my big brother, my second brother! You damned bastards! Hurry up and tell me! I want him to pay with his blood!"

The third brother, whose figure was also tall, thin and slender, rushed into the restaurant. His eyes were full of anger and the flame of revenge. A black flame filled the area around his body.

He looked around and finally locked his gaze on Lin Feng, because Lin Feng was the only one who was still standing in his original spot and had not retreated due to fear.

"It was you?!" he roared and rushed towards Lin Feng. "First Soul Skill, Ghost Fire Entanglement! Die for me! Ahhh!"

However, in Lin Feng’s eyes, this rushing man was just an ant. He didn’t even bother to move a finger. He just lightly blew a breath.

The man was like a leaf blown by a wild wind and was instantly sent flying backwards, crashing heavily into a wall, vomiting blood non-stop.

Lin Feng was a little taken aback in his heart. How come I feel like I’ve heard this soul skill somewhere before...

The man on the ground tried to get up, struggling. The gaze he looked at Lin Feng with again was already full of fear. He knew he was not Lin Feng’s opponent, but the enmity of his big brother and second brother could not be not avenged.

"You... who on earth are you?" he asked with a trembling voice.

Lin Feng did not answer but just asked, "What’s your name?"

Before the man could speak, a person close to Lin Feng hurriedly said, "His name is Huang Chang. The two on the ground are called Huang Wei and Huang Gong; these three are the relatively famous ’Three Ghosts of the Huang Family’ here. They are ruthless and commit all sorts of evil. What they like most is the pederasty."

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t expected to meet an old acquaintance here. It seemed that in these few years, certain fellows had also changed a lot...

On the contrary, he was a little unrecognizable. If not for the fact that his figure was still thin and slender, and he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he really couldn’t be sure.

He did not pay any attention to the Huang Chang who couldn’t get up on the ground. He returned to the bar, looked at the pink fruit wine in his hand, and asked indifferently, "Just now someone said that everyone here has blood on their hands, and has a human life in their hands, is that so?"

"Glug—Great... great lord, we humble ones are just here to seek a living. Can you spare us?"

"You didn’t deny it. So you’re admitting it?"

A sheet of tranquility. All the fierce and evil-looking people in the restaurant had at this time lowered their heads. No one dared to meet Lin Feng’s gaze.

"Then that’s good," Lin Feng nodded, put down the cup in his hand, and said with a light laugh, "I forgot to tell you. I don’t drink pink fruit wine."

"Ping—" The cup shattered in an instant. Accompanied by a shrill, miserable cry, a fallen soul master who had secretly moved behind Lin Feng had his blood splattered on the spot.

The next moment, the people were like birds startled by the twang of a bow. They all retreated one after another. "Sorry. Since you all have a human life in your hands, then you can all just die here," a smile was on Lin Feng’s face.

"Bro... bro... brothers! Let’s fight him! It’s death either way! It’s better to take a gamble!" a coarse voice sounded in the crowd. Immediately after, a few desperadoes pounced on Lin Feng from all four directions.

Their martial souls had already been summoned. Their two eyes were blood-red. They attacked like panting oxen.

Wails, curses, pleas for mercy, and roars intertwined. Before long, this place had suddenly become quiet. Including the three from the Huang family, no one had survived.

The bartender had already collapsed to the ground. He swallowed his saliva. In his eyes, every fallen soul master who had been killed by Lin Feng had, like starlight, dissipated in the wind. The red and white stuff had not appeared, let alone had this restaurant been dyed in blood.

But it was precisely this means of Lin Feng’s, where he hadn’t even moved his body, that made him feel an unprecedented fear.

"Clap clap clap—"

From behind the bar, another waiter walked out, clapping for Lin Feng, a strange smile on his face. "So wonderful. I have never seen such a powerful strength. You are truly breathtaking."

Lin Feng glanced at him. He knew that this was the guide of the Slaughter City.

"By the looks of it, you’re not afraid?"

"No no no, my friend. How could I be afraid? Compared to your means, the other place in this world is a true purgatory, my god!"

The person continued, "Ah, my friend. I think you must be going to the cage of sin to save the suffering and lost people within. Just let me offer you the most sincere guidance."

As he spoke, the waiter walked out from behind the bar, his posture humble and fawning.

The corner of Lin Feng’s mouth twitched fiercely. "Shut your mouth."

"Mmph mmph mmph—" The person nodded and bowed, gesturing for Lin Feng and the other to follow him.

The three came to the backyard and stopped at a wine cellar. The waiter pushed open one of the wine vats, revealing a pitch-black cave below.

"Oh, my god. The two of you, distinguished guests from afar, welcome to the true entrance of the Slaughter City... one of them~~~. The Slaughter City, which is filled with chaos and a violent aesthetic. I, for..."

Lin Feng’s face turned black. He flicked the back of the waiter’s head. The other party immediately fell to the ground, and the strange accent also then dissipated from his ear.

Qing Xuan let out a breath. "That felt good. I’ve wanted to hit him for a long time."

"You go down first?" Lin Feng said.

Qing Xuan raised her eyebrows, squinting as she looked at Lin Feng. "At a time like this, shouldn’t you, the big man, be walking in front?"

Lin Feng spread his hands. "Of course I can, if you don’t mind. It’s just that you are wearing a skirt today."

"What does this have to do with me wearing a skirt!?" Qing Xuan glared at Lin Feng, and then soon reacted, her cheeks slightly red. "Tsk, scoundrel, little thief."

She shot Lin Feng a white-eyed glare, and was the first to leap up. Her light and graceful figure was like a butterfly dancing in a forest. She landed steadily in the pitch-black cave. Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth. He closely followed and also leaped into the cave.

The inside of the cave was dark and deep, as if it led to an endless abyss.

"Welcome to the Slaughter City. You can obtain everything here. The price is your life."

With the sounding of the prompt tone, Lin Feng immediately felt some strange power enveloping his body. The converging point of this power was right at his dantian.

However, the moment the power came into contact with his True Qi, it was as if it had seen a great enemy, and it quickly dissipated into nothing.

He lightly raised his own hand. A cluster of a firelight was exceptionally dazzling in this dark environment. The rule of the Slaughter City that restricted soul skills was simply ineffective on him!