Douluo V: Taking advantage of Xiao Wu's youthful innocence, I tricked her into becoming my wife

He had already checked and if it wasn't on Tang San, then it was most likely in Ye Hua's hands!

But would he dare to ask for it back? Wouldn't that be courting death?

Tang San lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Tang Xiao thought he had listened and patted him on the shoulder.

"The Second Elder is your great-uncle, and his granddaughter is in the prime of her life."

“If you come back alive, your uncle will arrange a marriage for you.”

"From now on, you'll stay on the mountain and live a peaceful life."

After speaking, he took out a long object wrapped in black cloth and handed it to him.

"Here, this is a gift from your uncle."

Tang San hesitated before taking it, then lifted the black cloth to reveal the metal gun barrel.

Three-Eyed Ice and Fire Gun?!

Tang San's fingers tightened suddenly!

A murderous intent surged from the depths of his eyes!

“Xiao San,” Tang Xiao’s voice left no room for doubt, “just because the Three-Eyed Ice and Fire Gun was invented by Ye Hua, doesn’t mean we should abandon it.”

"This is like giving up eating because of a choking hazard; it's not the way of a smart person."

Tang San stared intently at the gun, his chest heaving violently.

He acknowledged the power of this thing; in the ambush in the valley, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's guards used only fifty of them to slaughter nearly a thousand attackers from the Spirit Hall!

But he hates this thing!

I hate the person who invented it!

I hate everything related to Ye Hua!

"I understand." After a long while, Tang San came to his senses and put away the Three-Eyed Ice and Fire Spear.

But in his heart, he still decided to use his own hidden weapon first.

Thanks to his uncle's financial assistance, he finally managed to create a complete set of hidden weapons.

He patted the hidden weapon pouch at his waist, which contained Zhuge crossbows, sleeve arrows, throwing knives, poisoned silver needles, and other weapons.

Tang Xiao looked at him, hesitated, and finally just nodded.

"Whatever you like."

After watching Tang San descend the mountain, Tang Xiao rubbed his nose.

My child, if you come back alive, I will take you to find the Eternal Blue Silver King!

You may not know this yet, but your mother is the Blue Silver Emperor, right?

I have to give an explanation for what your father entrusted to me!

The mountain road was winding, and Tang San walked very fast.

The mountain breeze was howling, and it was exceptionally cool.

He wants to become stronger!

He's so strong that no one can stop him anymore!

So powerful, he personally sent Ye Hua flying!

As long as there is a field, he is confident!

Half a month later, Tang San arrived at his destination.

The entrance to the Killing City is hidden in the tavern.

It was a solitary, gray stone building surrounded by withered thorns.

At the entrance of the tavern, a crooked wooden sign hangs, the words worn away by wind and sand, but still faintly visible.

The Underworld Tavern!

Tang San stood at the entrance of the tavern, adjusting his thin gray cloak.

"This is it!"

He pushed open the door and entered.

The tavern was dimly lit.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap beer and the stench of sweat.

Tang San walked straight to the counter and slammed a silver soul coin onto the table.

"I'm going to the Killing City!"

Behind the counter, at the front desk wiping the wine glasses, was a one-eyed old man.

He raised his remaining eye, looked Tang San up and down, and slowly put down his wine cup.

"Do you understand the rules?"

Tang San frowned. "What rules?"

Low, mocking laughter came from all around.

The receptionist scoffed, "Have a Bloody Mary."

With that, he pushed the wine glass over, revealing a dark red liquid, viscous like melted brown sugar, that gleamed eerily under the oil lamp.

Tang San stared at the cup, a faint smell of rust lingering in the air.

He picked up his glass, frowned, smelled it, and didn't dare to drink.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

The crowd burst into laughter!

“Young man,” the receptionist couldn’t help but exclaim, “that’s human blood!”

"What?!" Tang San's face turned ashen, and his stomach churned with acid.

The laughter became even more maniacal.

"Look, look, it's another chick!"

"Don't scare him, he's still breastfeeding!"

Tang San stood frozen in place.

He could feel the mocking gazes around him.

It's like watching a lamb that has mistakenly wandered into a wolf's den!

"I..." Tang San forced back his nausea, "Can I drink something else?"

"Of course, we also have cat urine, cow gastric juice, and dog saliva."

"You can even drink your own blood if you want; that would be a bloody martyr."

"You really have to drink it?" Tang San gritted his teeth.

The receptionist, expressionless, said, "If you want to enter the Killing City, you have to drink. That's the rule!"

Tang San pinched his nose and looked at the bloody Mary with disgust.

But if we can't even overcome this hurdle, what territory can we talk about? What can we talk about revenge?

Finally, Tang San drank it all in one gulp, and then vomited.

"Ugh—"

Laughter filled the tavern.

The receptionist yanked the wooden frame, and with a loud rumble, the secret passage opened.

A cold wind blew up from the ground, carrying a mixture of the smell of blood and damp earth.

Tang San mustered his courage and entered the dark passage, mocking Jianxing Jianyuan.

The receptionist shook her head with a smile and smashed the wine glass that Tang San had drunk from.

"A coward's used item is disgusting!"

But at that moment, the wooden door of the Yellow Springs Tavern was pushed open again.

Amidst the grumbling, a cold wind blew in.

"A glass of red wine, thank you."

Chapter 212 Entering the Killing City

"Red wine?"

The young man, whose appearance was not very impressive and whose depths were unfathomable, looked at each other with a puzzled expression.

But they quickly realized what was happening.

Pshaw! That's just Bloody Mary!

We're kindred spirits!

The receptionist greeted them with a smile and served them a bloody margarine.

Unexpectedly, Ye Hua shook his head, "What I want is red wine, not bloody margarine."

The atmosphere froze.

The burly man leaning against the wall put down his beer, picked at his ear, and wondered if he had misheard.

"Kid, who are you trying to act all refined for by sitting here?"

"I've been here for seven years, and this is the first time I've heard someone ask for red wine!"

The person next to him grinned and said, "That's right! There's only human blood here! Drink it or get out!"

"Hmph," the burly man sneered, "I think he's just a novice. If we don't teach him a lesson, everyone will think that the Yellow Springs Tavern is a refined place for drinking and heart-to-heart talks!"

He drew a curved knife from his waist, the hilt of which was wrapped with a dark red strip of cloth.

The eyes of those around him lit up, and they all raised their glasses, eager for fresh blood, like hyenas that had caught the scent of blood.

"Go ahead and hit him! Show this kid what's what!"

"Let him know where he is!"

"Let's fuck him! Let's bleed him dry so we can have another drink!"

Ye Hua remained unmoved. "If there's no red wine, then let's talk this out. Why are you getting all red in the eyes?"

"Ha," the burly man chuckled menacingly, "still putting on airs!"

He took a step forward, the wooden floorboards creaking under his feet.

The martial spirit is released, and the soul rings are configured as white, yellow, yellow, and purple.

"Kid, I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

"The Yellow Springs Tavern doesn't tolerate bad habits!"

He drew his sword with lightning speed, the blade gleaming coldly.

However, the next second, his hand froze in mid-air.

"Ok?"

The burly man was stunned.

He clearly wanted to chop forward.

But my wrist felt like it was being gripped by a force, pulling back uncontrollably.

"What happened?!"

He struggled desperately, and the veins on his left arm bulged.

The blade twisted repeatedly, pointing towards his throat.