Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 35 I won’t do that. What can you do to me?

As they were about to walk in, Tang Hao suddenly remembered something and said to Tang San, "Oh, right, that Bloody Mary is called wine, but it's mixed with a lot of human blood."

Hearing this, Tang San raised his head and stared at his father in astonishment. He was only telling him such an important thing now?!
"Dad, I'm just a child." Tang San looked at his father who was both reliable and unreliable without getting angry. He was just a ten-year-old child, not a time traveler. Not to mention drinking blood, he was not even old enough to drink alcohol.

With a click, Tang Hao and Tang San pushed open the door of the tavern.

The air in the tavern was very turbid, and Tang San noticed that all the decorations here were actually black. Although it is daytime outside, once you walk in here, there is a cold and dark feeling.

Tang San frowned. This special feeling was somewhat similar to his father's Killing God Domain. It was probably the power of the City of Slaughter that affected the environment of the tavern.

"Child?"

"Hey, little brat, this is not a place for children to come. Go back to your mother and feed her. Hahahaha."

Seeing Tang San, a child about ten years old, appear, the drinkers present couldn't help but laugh.

Those who could find their way here were no ordinary spirit masters. Slaughter City was a lawless place similar to the Golden Triangle. There were only two types of spirit masters who would seek out Slaughter City: One was a mad cultivator like Tang Hao, who was determined to obtain the Killing God Domain. The other was the tavern patrons, desperate criminals who, unable to survive for various reasons, wanted to hide in Slaughter City to linger.

Tang San and Tang Hao didn't say anything about this. They found a seat in the corner and sat down. A waiter dressed in black with an indifferent expression came over.

"What do you want?"

Tang Hao said coldly: "Give me two glasses of Bloody Mary."

The waiter's face changed slightly, "Are you sure?"

Tang Hao simply threw a small bag of gold, and the waiter didn't say anything when he saw that he had paid.

After a while, two cups of turbid liquid were brought up. The liquid was dark red in color and emitted a strong fishy smell, as pungent as blood.

Seeing the blood-red Bloody Mary, Tang San frowned subconsciously. He didn't have pica.

Tang San took a deep breath, suddenly closed his eyes, and drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp.

The liquid was a little salty and a bit sour, and the strong smell of blood instantly filled Tang San's taste and smell. However, the next second, Tang San's eyes condensed, and he spat out all the Bloody Mary in his mouth with a "pu" sound.

"Hahahahaha, don't waste it, little brat. A Bloody Mary is very expensive."

"Hey, uncle, if you have money to waste, you might as well give it to me. What do you think?"

The violent vomiting broke the tranquility in the tavern and attracted the attention and laughter of all the guests.

Tang Hao looked at his son with some doubt, but the next second, Tang San's face turned serious and he whispered to Tang Hao: "Dad, this Bloody Mary is poisonous."

! ! ?

Tang Hao's expression also grew serious, and he then asked, "I've drunk it before, but it didn't feel poisonous."

Tang San shook his head and said, "This poison isn't a lethal poison. It's a chronic poison that can make people addicted. Drinking just one or two cups won't be a big deal, but it's addictive and will make people keep drinking until they become completely addicted and can't quit."

"I've seen this kind of poison in the memory world of that soul guide."

The soul tool Tang San was referring to was naturally the lotus-shaped soul tool, which Tang Hao had shattered after discovering something amiss. A look of seriousness flashed across Tang Hao's eyes. If that were truly the case, the poison likely originated from the ancient era.

"Have a drink first before entering the City of Slaughter?" Tang Hao asked.

Tang San did not take the Bloody Mary from his father. Instead, he looked around. Apart from some people laughing at him, there were only a few bartenders and bosses with indifferent expressions.

“Dad, can’t we kill our way in without drinking this damn thing?”

Tang San was worthy of being the sect's young master, he charged in as soon as he opened his mouth.

Tang Hao couldn't help but recall his memories in the Slaughter City. Drinking Bloody Mary in the first level was probably the most deadly trap, because in the Slaughter City, Bloody Mary was a very special thing. For some reason, it was considered the hard currency of the Slaughter City.

If you don't participate in the battles in the Hell Killing Fields, you have to contribute two glasses of Bloody Mary every month. Bloody Mary is also a good thing to relieve fatigue and emotions in the Killing City.

Now Tang Hao finally understood why he felt comfortable after drinking Bloody Mary, as if he had been relieved. It turned out that this thing was actually addictive.

"I don't know what will happen if I go in without drinking a Bloody Mary, but..." Tang Hao's eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he slowly stood up and said, "I don't know, so let's give it a try."

Tang Hao's sturdy body stood up, and his momentum instantly calmed down the laughing drinkers present.

Tang Hao said to the surroundings, "Those who haven't had a Bloody Mary can leave."

After hearing Tang Hao's warning, the eyes of the drinkers who wanted to enter the City of Slaughter became fierce, and they all summoned their martial spirits.

Everyone here is no longer a child who knows nothing. To enter the city of killing, you need to kill.

Instead of standing up, Tang San sat firmly on the chair. According to the rules of the City of Slaughter, he needed to kill people before entering. However, he was not here to obtain the domain of the God of Slaughter, nor was he here to enter the City of Slaughter and never come out.

Their Haotian Sect has the strength to not abide by the rules of the City of Slaughter.

Rules? Talk to my Clear Sky Hammer.

Looking at the densely packed martial spirits around him, Tang Hao gave a final warning: "Time is running out. It's still not too late to leave now."

With a loud bang, a huge amount of soul power burst out from Tang Hao's body. In an instant, the surrounding soul masters whose strength was only three or even two rings were so scared that their weapon spirits fell to the ground.

Tang Hao seemed to want to go against the Slaughter City. You want me to drink Bloody Mary, but I won't. You want me to kill someone, but I won't kill anyone today. I'll see if I can get in.

Seeing that all the spirit masters present had lost their fighting spirit, Tang San slowly stood up, walked to the front desk of the tavern, smiled calmly, and said, "Excuse me, where is the entrance?"

The tavern owner, who was intimidated by Tang Hao's aura, finally reacted. He looked at the smiling little boy, who was about ten years old, and said gloomily, "You haven't had a Bloody Mary, and you haven't experienced the Slaughter City. You have violated the rules and cannot enter the Slaughter City."

Hearing this, Tang San couldn't help but shrugged and said, "I don't want to abide by the rules of your Slaughter City. What can you do to me?"

When Tang San said this, the tavern owner's chest heaved with anger. "You want to get in without following the rules? What kind of place is our Slaughter City? A public restroom? Can we come and go as we please?"
"No" The boss didn't even say the word "no door" before Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer flew past his ear and blew a big hole in the wall.

"Killing you would be considered killing, but if you insist, I'll abide by your rules."

The boss pointed to the ground, his expression becoming flattering, and said with a smile, "The door is over there, you can open it yourself."

(End of this chapter)