There was no helping it.
Who asked her to choose a tiger as the artifact spirit for the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda!
She just had to indulge it.
A wine-red right pupil, a blue-and-white clock-style spatial pupil.
Entering the Slaughter City with such an eye-catching appearance was sure to turn heads. If she opened a styling shop, she'd never have to worry about food and clothing again.
And yet...
Looking at the flintlock in her left hand and the rapier in her right.
You've really equipped me with everything, huh!
Using the rules of the Dark Devilgod Tiger's bead like this!
If that damned evil god had even a sliver of consciousness left, it would probably be so furious it came back to life.
Putting away the weapons, Ning Rongrong wore a helpless expression:
"Life is hard, Rongrong sighs."
She strode toward the town.
The moment she entered the small town, she felt intense gazes from all directions, like Enjou's scorching stare in the game Genshin Impact.
"Indeed, a 99.9% head-turning rate."
Slowly spreading her perception, Ning Rongrong quickly found the source of this murderous aura.
A tavern near the center rear of the town.
Walking toward her target, she soon reached the tavern. Ning Rongrong pushed open the tavern door.
"Anyone here?"
"I heard the entrance to the Slaughter City is here. Can anyone knowledgeable act as my guide?"
Silence. Everyone in the tavern, including the server, was stunned by the complaining, helpless tone.
As the sound of footsteps entered the tavern.
The burly men seated in the tavern saw Ning Rongrong's appearance as the White Queen.
"Hiss—"
What a beautiful woman, no, should say young girl, especially those twin tails, they must feel great to grab.
The Soul Masters focusing on Ning Rongrong were momentarily stunned, watching her walk to the counter.
"Hello, I want to enter the Slaughter City. Can you move the counter for me?"
The female attendant: "..."
What kind of fool is this? When the female attendant saw Ning Rongrong's heterochromatic pupils, she was instantly shaken by the naive and innocent look in her eyes and, as if possessed, said:
"Young girl, a place like this is not for a well-bred young lady like you."
"If you don't want to regret it for the rest of your life, leave quickly!"
"Eh eh eh?" Ning Rongrong tilted her head, "Is that so? I heard from my family that getting through the Slaughter City can increase one's strength. I want to go in and see. Eight people have already made it through the Slaughter City. With so many people, maybe I'll be the ninth!"
Female attendant: "..."
Which foolish young lady got tricked by her family!
"Hahahaha~" From a seat against the wall, a brawny bald man stood up,
"Woman, the Slaughter City isn't a place just anyone can enter. However, with your delicate skin and tender flesh, we can help you increase your strength in a certain aspect, and it'll be plenty exciting."
As the big man's voice fell, most people in the tavern grew eager and burst into laughter.
"I, the White Queen, am not such a casual person!"
Ning Rongrong placed her hand on the counter.
"Boom"
The counter shattered into pieces, splinters of wood shooting out in all directions.
Sizzle—
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—
Slowly lowering her hand, Ning Rongrong quietly watched the black hole that appeared after the counter vanished.
The tavern also fell silent.
One could even faintly hear the sound of Soul Masters swallowing their saliva.
A young Soul Master sitting in his seat trembled, his face covered in freshly sprayed blood. The blood slid down his cheek to his chin, but he seemed completely unaware.
The young Soul Master stared blankly at the large Soul Master opposite him.
A triangular piece of wood had pierced the large Soul Master's neck, hitting his carotid artery, blood continuously spurting out.
It wasn't just the large Soul Master; at a glance, at least several dozen people were attacked in the same way.
An observant Soul Master noticed that all the Soul Masters clutching their necks in agony, unable to make a sound,
Were every single one who had laughed at that twin-tailed girl.
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"Too... too terrifying."
There were over fifty people here. If she had killed them all, it would just mean this young girl was a very powerful Soul Master.
But to achieve such precise kills, almost all in the same location, while avoiding unrelated personnel.
And to do it in an instant—the survivors felt their hair stand on end.
"Sorry, I don't really like people who harbor deep malice towards me."
At the feet of those Soul Masters with wood piercing their necks, black circular areas appeared. Pitch-black hands reached out from within, slowly dragging these Soul Masters down.
Fear... indescribable fear.
"Well, does this mean I qualify to enter the Slaughter City?"
Whoosh. All the Soul Masters' gazes gathered on Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong didn't mind and continued speaking to the female attendant:
"Madam, I don't know what reason you had for stopping me, but thank you very much. However, I also have reasons why I must enter."
"By the way, my name is Yamada Sawa. Of course, you can also call me the White Queen."
Not waiting for a response, Ning Rongrong jumped into the entrance of the Slaughter City.
Did Ning Rongrong not kill everyone like Tang San in the original story?
She wasn't Tang San, who thought everyone who crossed him deserved death.
If she did that, what difference would there be between her and the Tang God King?
As for drinking the Bloody Mary...
Don't bring a peaceful world's values into a world where Soul Master killing is the norm.
Doing that would cause great psychological trouble for oneself, leading to depression.
Besides, the chief culprit behind the Bloody Mary being the common currency—
Isn't it the Evil Soul Master God, the Asura God King?
And damn, he's still the God of Law in the Divine Realm.
Who can clearly say what is justice and what is evil?!
Passing through a slanted downward passage, using her perception, Ning Rongrong discovered the specific location of the Slaughter City.
"Soul Douluo." At the front end of the city of chaotic, disorderly rules, behind a turning gate, there was a Soul Master who seemed like a roadblock.
Ning Rongrong exited the long, narrow passage and stopped.
A team, fully armored in pitch-black armor, marched over.
In the original work, this guy was called the Fear Knight.
"Halt, you have broken the rules!" The moment the Terror Knight finished speaking, Ning Rongrong, who stood before him, instantly vanished.
His eyes, visible through the gaps in his helmet, sharply contracted.
Sizzle—
A stabbing pain drilled into his head. Before the Terror Knight could figure out what was happening, a slightly cold voice sounded in his ear:
"The rules of the chaotic Slaughter City are made for those who need to follow them."
The instant the voice ceased, the Terror Knight's armor shattered into pieces.
Dense fragments of armor scattered across the ground.
The Terror Knight subconsciously touched his neck; his palm came away with a faint smear of blood.
And the weapon embedded near his left shoulder, close to his chest, was actually a piece of his own armor.
Fear surged.
The Terror Knight instinctively took two steps back.
The Terror Knight was named Scott. He turned around with difficulty, his tone astonished:
"How... how did you do that?"
Even that King of Slaughter, whom the Slaughter King held in high hopes, hadn't made Scott feel so incredulous.
This young girl instantly made him feel utterly unmatched.
He was a Soul Douluo.
"My entry token, hand it over!" Ning Rongrong said.
Scott was silent. He took the token from his pocket and handed it to Ning Rongrong.
"Your number is 6666."
Watching Ning Rongrong walk away, a complex expression appeared on Scott's face:
"The Slaughter City might usher in a new reshuffling."