Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 40 Slave Seal
Tang San was naturally calm about this, because he had been here for some time and had already discovered that he had an all-powerful pass.

With a hum, Tang San released his second martial soul, and a unique emblem pattern appeared on the back of his hand.

!!!

The moment they saw the emblem, the pupils of the two killing messengers who were blocking the road suddenly trembled, but Tang San keenly noticed that the eyes of these two people were completely different from the eyes of the Terror Knight Scott. There was no fear or panic in their eyes, but admiration.

When seeing this scene, a guess in Tang San's mind was completely confirmed. In the world of Slaughter City, there are multiple forces, and at least two forces are fighting.

The reason why Tang San made such a guess was very simple, because of the Killing God Domain.

The existence of the Killing God's Domain is the power to break the rule that soul rings cannot be used in this place. In other words, the Killing God's Domain is in conflict with this world and is a means to suppress this world. This shows that there must be two forces in conflict in this world, one is the Killing God's Domain, and the other is the rule power of this world that seals martial souls.

If the City of Slaughter was granted the domain of the God of Killing, then this ghost town most likely belonged to the other party.

Tang San's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "Go and announce that I'm going home."

Upon hearing this, the two quickly recovered their composure. After all, they were just gatekeepers and had no decision-making power. One of them turned around and left, disappearing into the tower.

Soon, the killing messenger who went in to pass the message finally came back. His cold eyes became friendly at this moment, and the admiration in his eyes turned into a loving look as he looked at Tang San.

"Our master invites you."

The Killing Messenger led the way in front, and Tang San followed behind him calmly. When he stepped into the Ghost Tower, Tang San was shocked again. He couldn't believe that he was in a tall tower.

Before their eyes was a magnificent landscape, just like their Haotian Sect's territory, with medicinal herbs, fruits, vegetables, and grains growing abundantly, clumps of grass, and gurgling spiritual springs. It was a scene of a holy land that filled people with amazement.

Tang San frowned, looked up at the sky, and asked: "Is this tower a storage space type soul guide?!"

Tang San had also heard that some precious soul guides could store life, forming a spatial ecosystem within the soul guide, which could not only store living things but also be used for planting. However, these soul guides were extremely rare and the internal space was not large. The most Tang San had heard of was half an acre of land.

But this is more than just half an acre of land!

But that’s true, this ghost tower is so huge, the internal space must be more powerful than those pocket-sized soul guides.

The two Killing Messengers did not respond to Tang San's question, but silently led the way.

Finally, the Killing Envoy led Tang San into a magnificent ancient temple. This ancient temple was so magnificent that at first glance, one would think it was the residence of a god. After bringing Tang San into the ancient temple, the Killing Envoy retreated silently.

Not long after the Killing Messenger left, a voice rang out: "Come, let your mother take a good look at you."

The voice was exceptionally beautiful, possessing a unique charm. As the voice faded, a woman gracefully appeared, her captivating figure drawing all eyes. By the time Tang San noticed her, she had already materialized before him like a ghost. Her attire was not much different from that of the Slaughterers; a black veil concealed her face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes, and her long, trailing black robes could not hide her exquisitely beautiful figure.

The only difference between him and other killing messengers is that he has a fan-shaped mark between his eyebrows and his hair is tied up with a strange hairpin.

Tang San slowly took two steps back without saying anything, then his soul power poured into the soul guide and he took out a token from it. This was the Douluo Token of the Haotian Sect, the token of his father Tang Hao. There was only one in the world, but now this token was missing a corner.

Seeing this, the woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "I didn't expect that a rough guy like Tang Hao could raise such a cautious child. It seems I was right to let him take you away instead of staying here."

With a flip of his hand, the missing corner of the token lay quietly on the palm of his hand. There was no doubt that the two fit together perfectly. When the missing corner and the token were put together, the token suddenly emitted a burst of light, and a projection of the Clear Sky Hammer emerged.

What really confirms the identity is not whether they can be put together, but the soul power left by Tang Hao on the missing corner. When the soul power of the missing corner contacts the token, it will release the projection of Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit. This is the real way to verify.

Seeing that the missing character indeed possessed his father's soul power, it was absolutely correct. The token could be copied, but no one in this world could possibly copy the soul power of Haotian Douluo.

"Believe it now." Hongyan couldn't help but smile as she looked at her cautious son. She slowly leaned over, opened her arms and hugged him.

Being suddenly hugged, Tang San subconsciously felt a little nervous, his body tensing up. After all, even if his ID was correct, he still hadn't seen his mother in ten years. Soon, the feeling of being connected by blood made him relax.

"I'm sorry, son. Mother has never hugged you. I'm sorry." Hongyan's voice was filled with sadness as she apologized twice.

Tang San slowly shook his head and said, "It's okay, Dad told me that the Killing Messenger cannot leave here."

Hearing this, Hongyan's expression changed. She slowly let go of his hand, her eyes becoming serious as she said, "The Messenger of Slaughter? No, this is just a name given to us by the outside world. It's just a nicer name. We are nothing more than servants, slaves, slaves of the God of Slaughter."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San saw his mother slowly taking off her veil. Under the black veil was a hideous mark, as if it was used to mark her identity.

"Mother, this mark of yours is!"

Hongyan put on the veil and said, "This black veil is not a decoration or a garment at all. It is a fig leaf to cover the slave mark on my face."

Tang San was stunned when he heard this. The Slaughter Messenger was the slave of the God of Slaughter?!
But after thinking about it, there was nothing wrong with it. According to his father's description, these messengers of killing did not deliver orders, nor were they the spokespersons of the City of Killing. They were more like groups of people responsible for working in the City of Killing, and they were responsible for leading people who came to the City of Killing.

Aren't the workers in the Slaughter City the slaves of the God of Slaughter? That's not wrong.

"Your father should have described the situation in the City of Slaughter to you." Hearing this, Tang San nodded.

Hong Yan smiled coldly and said, "Every year, various soul masters enter the City of Slaughter. In that crime-ridden city, those soul masters are lawless and only need to kill and contribute blood to fulfill the mission of the God of Slaughter. However, that city still has endless resources to maintain its operation. Do you know why?"

(End of this chapter)