Reincarnation: Begins with the life of a black-energy immortal boy

Chapter 202 [City of Slaughter] and the Transformation of the Martial Soul

"…This has nothing to do with me. It's all this guy's fault. They are evil soul masters who forced me to do this." The old Viscount told a lie full of loopholes in desperation.

Scarface had a grim look on his face and lay beside him without saying a word.

Zhou Ming glanced at Scarface and continued interrogating him, including the location of some wealth.

Although not everything was explained, Zhou Ming didn't need too much, just enough.

After giving Sun Wukong a look, the other party grabbed the old viscount and walked outside.

Then, Zhou Ming looked at Scarface and asked, "That guy was obviously lying, why didn't you refute it?"

"What are you arguing about? You don't intend to leave anybody alive anyway!" Scarface said with a sneer.

"That's not necessarily true! Let me hear your version." Zhou Ming leaned back on the sofa, raised his head and asked.

"It's nothing more than that this old guy is disgusted with his aging body and wants to possess soul power so that he can enjoy fun in his old age like a soul master." Scarface said.

"So you can make a special elixir that can allow people without soul power to have soul power." Zhou Ming asked curiously.

"How is this possible? If I could really do this, how could I be hunted down so badly by the Spirit Hall Law Enforcement Team?" Scar said disdainfully, "Someone has already captured me."

"Aren't you lying to this old guy? Didn't you say during the day that you wanted to find a backer?" Zhou Ming felt a little surprised.

"You fooled these three idiots. My elixir is poisonous. This old guy will die soon, but his heir is an 11-year-old grandson. There will definitely be people fighting for his property. When the time comes, we can help this kid as hired guards and take the opportunity to seize the property." Scarface was impatient.

Why haven’t the toxins in my body been eliminated after such a long time?

The blood gourd works hard in the body to filter the blood, but the effect is very weak.

Zhou Ming nodded and looked at Scarface and his men, as well as several other guards.

"Come on, show us all your martial spirits." Zhou Ming said as he opened his left hand.

Thunder and lightning gathered, and anyone who dared not to listen would be struck to death. Under such a deterrent, everyone summoned misunderstandings.

"Good, there are actually two suitable ones." Zhou Ming's eyes lit up.

In addition to the scarred man whose martial soul is the blood gourd, there is a strong man whose martial soul is a giant hammer, and among the guards, there is one whose martial soul is a bug.

The hammer naturally corresponds to the giant spirit. Once we leave here and find a safe place, we will have another helper.

As for the insect martial spirit, I don’t know if it is suitable for the undead demon insect. If it is suitable, this guy can save his life.

Footsteps were heard and Sun Wukong walked in with a short staff in his hand.

"That old guy has been dealt with!" Zhou Ming turned around and took a look at the scepter. Spatial fluctuations came from the gem on it.

"It's solved. Everything that can be stored is in this soul guide, and there's an unexpected surprise." A light flashed in Sun Wukong's hand, and a piece of parchment appeared.

Zhou Ming reached out to take it, and when he looked at it, his eyes immediately lit up.

On this sheepskin map, in a remote place, there was a town marked with a circle drawn in blood-red handwriting and a line of small words next to it.

[Entrance to the Killing City]
"City of Killing!" Zhou Ming muttered these four words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he felt happy in his heart.

In the original novel, this is an underground alien space, a killing field similar to a prison, and also the place where the Shura God is tested. After passing the test, one can obtain the Killing God Domain.

But Zhou Ming didn't care about these. What made Zhou Ming happy was the abundant and high-quality experimental subjects there. "The entire Slaughter City is full of soul masters, including a large number of soul masters above the Soul Sect level, and there are also many Soul Saints and Soul Douluo." Zhou Ming recalled the information in the original plot.

In the original plot, each battle is a ten-to-one contest, and nine people need to die before the winner advances.

Then continue to fight with people who have the same winning streak, such as 13 consecutive wins against another nine people who also have 13 consecutive wins.

If this is true, the City of Slaughter would probably require the deaths of countless billions of people to give birth to a god of death who can win a hundred consecutive victories.

Because this is not a simple 100×10.

He killed nine people in the first victory, and nine people again in the second victory, but these nine people were all people who had won a victory, and they all killed nine people.

So the second game actually requires 9×9+9, a total of 90 lives to create a second consecutive victory.

Each person in the third game is also a winner made up of 90 lives. The winner needs more than 800 lives to kill them and create a three-game winning streak.

If we keep calculating like this, even if we win 100 games in a row, killing everyone in Douluo Continent would not be a drop in the bucket.

"Such unreasonable things cannot exist in the real world. So if the City of Killing really exists, the system of killing should change, right?" Zhou Ming thought to himself, holding his chin with his hand.

"In any case, there are definitely a large number of soul masters in the City of Slaughter, at least there should be thousands of them." Zhou Ming judged in his heart.

At this time, a bloody smell came, and there were footsteps.

Fang Yichuan and four other young men walked in with daggers in their hands and blood on their clothes.

As soon as they came in, their eyes turned to the scarred man. Among them, only Fang Yichuan had seen this villain, but they all locked their eyes on this man in an instant.

Hatred, anger, the four teenagers did not hide their emotions.

“Go, kill everyone except these three.” Zhou Ming held a small divine power in his left hand, carving an information body, and pointed at the soul masters other than the three with his other hand.

"Yes, teacher!" the four people answered. Fang Yichuan glared at Scarface fiercely, grabbed the dagger and walked towards the others.

"What are you looking at? You damn little devil, your teacher also wants to use my martial spirit, he won't kill me, hahahaha!" Scarface laughed wildly, it was unknown if it was the last bit of madness or he really believed that Zhou Ming would not kill him.

Zhou Ming paused with his left hand, and the carving was completed. The small godhead emitted a faint light.

With the soul power grabbing, Scarface flew directly over. The sudden feeling of weightlessness startled Scarface and he looked at Zhou Ming closely.

"What are you going to do? My blood gourd is very useful. As long as you have enough materials, I guarantee you will make rapid progress..."

Listening to this nonsense, Zhou Ming frowned slightly, and his soul power grabbed his throat and locked it, making him unable to speak.

"In the future you will feel that death is sometimes a good thing." After Zhou Ming finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and clapped it forward.

The small divine power immediately merged into Scarface's body, instantly activating his martial soul, the Blood Gourd.

The small divine nature merged into it, and the power of the information body exploded, instantly merging into the origin of the martial soul and changing it.

This kind of change should have been a process to make it safe enough, but Zhou Ming directly accelerated it and the process was completed quickly.

At this moment, Scarface felt as if his head was splitting apart, and countless mouths were gnawing on the two halves of his head.

(End of this chapter)