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Two months later.
As Tuoba Yan's boots crunched over the third brittle, withered leaf, a faint, rotten smell suddenly wafted into his nostrils.
It wasn't the fishy smell of rotting fallen leaves, but rather the warm, decaying odor of living things.
He looked up and saw that the dead forest in front of him seemed to have been drained of all life. The gray-brown branches twisted into claws and pierced the leaden sky. Even more terrifying were the thick hemp ropes wrapped around the tree trunks.
Some of the ropes held stiff bodies hanging from them, their bluish-purple skin taut over sunken cheeks, their eyes wide open but lifeless.
Some were still trembling slightly, their drooping arms occasionally twitching, their chapped lips opening and closing repeatedly, their faint voices drifting on the wind, each word striking the eardrums of the crowd. "Yellow Spring Dew...give me Yellow Spring Dew..."
"Where exactly is this place?"
Zhang Ping subconsciously gripped the soul tool at her waist, her fingertips turning white.
Her martial spirit is the Golden Swallow, which is extremely sensitive to negative energy. Yet, apart from a few wisps of life barely clinging to life, there wasn't a trace of vitality to be felt in this forest.
Tuoba Yan didn't speak, but continued to move forward.
His soul power spread out quietly, but it was as sluggish as if he had fallen into a swamp, and he could not even detect the movements a hundred meters away.
After passing through the last grove of dead trees, the outline of a small town finally came into view, but instead of the warmth of human activity, a biting chill greeted us.
It was late summer, but the air was so cold it felt like it had been soaked in an icy pool; breathing it into my lungs felt like being pricked with needles.
The town's streets were paved with uneven bluestone slabs, the cracks filled with dark green moss. The wooden doors of every house were tightly closed, and the window frames were covered with a thick layer of dust. Only the house in the town center with the wooden sign that read "Forget-Me-Not Tavern" had its door ajar, letting out a faint light.
"Only this one's open?" Xu Yu frowned. "Something's not right. Your Holiness, shall we go in?"
Xu Yu had barely finished speaking when Tuoba Yan had already entered the tavern.
"Let's go in and take a look." The moment Xie Yue pushed open the door, a cold wind mixed with the smell of mildew and faint alcohol rushed out. Hu Liena subconsciously moved closer to Xie Yue, her fox eyes narrowing slightly.
It was noon, but the tavern was as dark as dusk. Only three oil lamps on the roof beams were lit, and in the dim light, people sat in twos and threes around dozens of wooden tables.
Most of these people had their heads down, elbows resting on the table, and their hands loosely cupped as if holding wine glasses, but no one moved an inch, and even their breathing was so light that it was almost inaudible.
The tavern was eerily quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the oil lamp wick, making it even more oppressive than the forest we had just left. It was just like the legendary opium dens that were said to lead people astray, and even the air had an eerie, drowsy feel to it.
Yan couldn't help but clench his fist. The warmth of the Flame Martial Soul had just gathered in his palm when Tuoba Yan pressed it down with his eyes.
Tuoba Yan's gaze swept over those sitting quietly.
Their faces were all abnormally pale and bluish, their hair was dry and brittle like straw, and even when someone occasionally looked up, their eyes were empty as if covered by a layer of mist.
Xie Yue couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Weren't you going to lead us into the City of Slaughter? Is this the City of Slaughter?"
If this is the City of Slaughter, then Xie Yue wonders if it's too small.
As the words "City of Slaughter" were uttered, the fierce-looking people around Xie Yue all turned to look at him. He then continued to sit there listlessly.
At that moment, a waiter came up.
"What would you like to order?"
"A cup of Yellow Spring Dew for each person."
"are you sure?"
Tuoba Yan flipped his hand and took out a token, tossing it to the other party. The other party looked down at the token, bowed ninety degrees, and respectfully handed it to Tuoba Yan.
"Please wait a moment!"
A few dozen seconds later, the waiter returned and served everyone a glass of Yellow Spring Dew.
Tuoba Yan picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. He commanded, "Drink it all!"
Yan picked up the cup, took a small sip, then turned his head and spat it out violently, "Ptooey, what is this? It tastes awful!"
Apart from Hu Liena, everyone else looked troubled.
Hu Liena said, "This is human blood!"
"What, human blood?"
"Yellow Spring Dew is a beverage made by killing a person and using their blood through a secret method."
"It's such a disgusting thing."
"Drink it!"
Tuoba Yan issued another order.
"But this thing..."
Yan had an objection, but Tuoba Yan interrupted him.
"If you're not going to drink, then go home."
Yan was startled and looked down at the thick, scarlet substance in the cup.
He had already earned the Purple Record Medal; he had killed people, all bad people, and knew how to bring about his own demise. But now, the task Tuoba Yan had given him was putting him in an extremely difficult position.
Hu Liena picked up the cup, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Nana!" Yan exclaimed.
"It's not that bad!" Hu Liena forced a smile, though her stomach churned, and she felt a nauseous urge. She forcefully suppressed the urge.
Yan and Xie Yue, steeling their resolve, both belonged to the Golden Generation. After Hu Liena drank the Yellow Spring Dew, they also downed their drinks in one gulp. Their expressions were strange, clearly suppressing a feeling of nausea.
Next came Zhang Ping, Xu Yu, Li Kai, and Sun Chuantao. They did not continue to resist and all completed Tuoba Yan's task.
Unbeknownst to them, they were walking into a dead end. They were gradually accepting Tuoba Yan's orders and, under his arrangement, were carrying them out without hesitation.
If this continues, they will eventually become Tuoba Yan's henchmen and loyal subordinates.
Their strange behavior was witnessed by others in the tavern.
"Hey, where did this wild child come from?"
"Drinking the Dew of the Underworld feels like hanging myself. Tsk tsk, what a perk! These are all perks. I'm still three kills short, and nobody can take them from me. Those three lives are mine, Scarface's!"
To enter the Killing City, you must complete the Killing City's missions.
The mission is simple: kill a certain number of people and hand over a certain amount of Yellow Spring Dew, and then the waiter will open a passage for them to enter the Killing City.
"Second Soul Skill - Chicken Talisman - Telekinetic Shackles!"
With a thought, Tuoba Yan activated the second talisman.
Then, countless golden chains pierced through the void, directly piercing the heads of the ten fallen ones.
After killing ten people, Tuoba Yan said, "Ten people each. Only by collecting enough slots can we enter the City of Slaughter! Kill them!"
As soon as Tuoba Yan gave the order, five spirit rings appeared beneath his feet, and he said, "I'm good at this!"
These fierce-looking people are clearly not good people.
Yan charged into their midst without hesitation, and soon ten more corpses lay on the ground.
The others also sprang into action.
As the black and red seeds of the Spirit Hall, they were cultivated by the Spirit Hall from a young age. Drinking the Yellow Spring Dew must have been truly difficult for them. But when it came to killing bad guys, they never hesitated!