Chapter 494： Gowu kills! (One) (2/2)

”Excuse me, how can I help you?”

The waiter asked lightly.

Although the words are very formal, but the tone is extremely flat and does not mean the slightest respect.

Wang Feng didn't mean anything, and replied, ”Where is the entrance?”

Simple and straightforward, cut directly to the subject.

Hearing this, the waiter's face changed slightly, and he looked at Wang Feng carefully, but did not speak.

At this time, the eyes of the many soul masters in the tavern also changed.

”Another one who wants to go in and die...”

A soul master said with a low smile.

Obviously, they also know the killing capital.

This situation is not new.

Soon, the waiter came to Wang Feng with a glass of wine and said:

”Drink it.”

This wine is scarlet, exuding a faint fishy smell, and I don't know what it is made of.

Wang Feng sniffed it a little and knew that this should be blood, not ordinary blood, but blood that was formed by mixing a variety of human blood.

The waiter's meaning is obvious, you need to drink this special glass of wine to be eligible to enter the killing capital.

Thinking of this, Wang Feng's heart suddenly moved: The biggest feature of the Slaughter City is that the soul masters who enter it cannot use soul skills, which is equivalent to being sealed, and it seems that they can only do it with their own physical fitness ~~ Fighting.

Without spirit power, the combat effectiveness of most spirit masters will rapidly decline.

So... Is the situation in the killing capital related to this glass of wine?

After drinking this wine and entering the city of killing, will there be such an impact?

The thoughts flashed away, and Wang Feng felt that it should be impossible, perhaps this was a test.

”Don't drink, just tell me where is the entrance?”

Wang Feng replied.

He didn't believe in these **** rules, the City of Killing was originally a place with no rules.

You can do whatever you want.

Besides, how could Wang Feng, who has a passion for food, drink such things?

Even in the far north, Wang Feng eats self-made ice cream, or various delicious juices, as well as small animals living in the outer circle.

Waiter:”……”

The other soul masters burst into laughter even more.

”Little soft-shelled turtle, if you don't have any hair, you dare to come to this place? You don't even dare to drink a cup of human blood. Go back and play in the mud!”

The spirit master who laughed low just now couldn't help laughing loudly.

The other soul masters also pointed at Wang Feng and laughed.

Their laughter seemed to vent that repressive atmosphere, and their faces were even more disgusting, like a mob who was about to commit violence.

But at the next moment!

I saw Wang Feng motionless!

Two rays of cold light flashed directly from him without knowing which part!

Huh huh!

This cold light blade seemed to possess self-awareness, and with the speed of splitting the air, it quickly passed through the necks of several soul masters!

In the waiter's sight, only a few cold lights flickered in the air, and the one who ridiculed it turned into a soul master, and died instantly!

His eyes widened before he died, and the ridicule on his face has not disappeared! It crashed to the ground!

(End of this chapter)