Chapter 328 Chapter 325 · "Long time no see, father"

   In the silent night, the two figures fled into the deeper darkness.

   Huali Street in the South District is said to be in a state of blockade at this time due to riots.

  The whole street is empty, without even a lamp, like a deserted ancient street.

   It was as if someone had cleared the site ahead of time and made a special trip waiting for him to come.

  Su Mingan walked straight forward, and suddenly stopped.

  Yamadachoichi lowered his head and followed him, almost bumping into him.

"how?"

   "Come." Su Mingan looked ahead.

  Yamadacho raised his head.

   In the silent darkness in front of me, there was a sudden fluctuation.

  The cool breeze at night runs through this quiet street, and a twisting light and shadow emerges in the center of the street.

   Like black fragments spliced ​​together, the figure of the man gradually became complete like a piece of paper. He lowered the brim of his hat, covered his face with a pure black mask, and his blood-red eyes stood out in the darkness.

   "My dear two guests, welcome to the Soul Race headquarters." The man said.

  Yamadacho is a little nervous.

   He didn't know why Su Mingan went straight to Huali Street as soon as he went out, as if he knew that the leader of the soul clan was here. But he understands that this must be the most dangerous area in Praia.

Non-my family, its heart must be different. After all, he and Su Mingan were two human beings, and human beings were considered food for the soul clan. Soul Clan is driven by hunger, and it is difficult to guarantee that this group of guys will remain sane in front of them.

   He watched the soul clan stretch out his hand, and saw that the surrounding space began to fluctuate. The fluctuations enveloped the two of them, and it seemed that they were teleporting.

   "...It turned out to be an enchantment." Su Mingan understood.

   He was a bit strange before, hundreds of soul clans, if they wanted to have a unified leader, they must gather regularly.

   He previously thought that this group of soul clans gathered in a place like the underground auditorium, but now it seems that some soul clan also have the ability to control the enchantment. They openly erected a barrier in the southern area, lived in the barrier, and only came out to hunt when they were hungry.

   In this case, it is no wonder that Soul Hunter has been unable to completely destroy the Soul Clan.

  The surrounding space fluctuated, and the scene in front of Su Mingan changed.

  The originally dark and quiet street suddenly changed, as if the world was gradually dyed, it gradually became brighter.

  The dimmed streetlights flashed for a moment, the ash-stained windowsills were as clean as new, the sound of bustling was endless, and many "people" suddenly appeared on the empty streets.

  They wear colorful clothes, carry lanterns or lanterns, and shuttle through the lively streets. There are couples talking in low voices, mothers holding children, and grandpas standing on the street, smiling and watching all this.

  Black birds flew low, and trees with green leaves swayed in the night wind, casting sparse shadows under the light.

  —Through the barrier, Su Mingan saw such a lively scene.

   The soul clan who led the way put down their hands and looked at them.

   "Guest, welcome to the gathering place of the Soul Clan headquarters, Huali Street, South District." The man said with a chuckle.

  Yamadacho was stunned when he saw this scene.

   "These..." He pointed at the group of people walking around the night market: "...all of them are souls?"

   "Of course." The man led them forward.

   seemed to smell the smell of human beings. The people on the street turned their heads for a moment, blood red clinging to their eyes, as if they were very eager for Su Ming'an and Yamada Machiichi who were walking in the middle of the street.

  Yamadacho glanced over at a little girl who was jumping with rubber bands, her mouth a little unable to close.

   "The guest seems to be confused?" the man asked as he walked.

   "Of course." Yamada Machichi said: "If you don't look at the color of your eyes, these people are completely indistinguishable from humans."

   "Yes, it makes no difference." The man smiled gently.

   He raised his hand and said hello to an old lady who was stepping on a sewing machine. He turned his head and said softly, "...Then what do you think the difference should be?"

  Yamadacho was at a loss for words.

   He has seen some soul clans.

   But those soul clans are all blood-stained, starving to the point of being irrational, and they will rush to see humans, no different from beasts.

but now…

   He actually saw a group of soul clans that were almost indistinguishable from humans.

   They are male and female, old and young, and have a complete social structure. Although this street is not long, it seems that there are only two or three hundred soul clans, but they also form a small order.

"There is no difference, and there should be no difference." The man raised his hands, his voice sounded excited: "Except for feeding on humans, there should be no difference between us. The soul race should not be a race dominated by hunger and desire, Humans are not meant to be food, we could have lived in harmony."

   He said, his tone rose, as if he was telling the idea he firmly believed: "We also cry, laugh, and feel emotions. If we don't eat, we will be hungry, if we are injured, we will die. If we are killed, we will die."

   "We will love and hate, and we have family and friends."

   "We live in this world, and we also want to live in peace, without having to fight for life and death with others all day long, without having to hide in a barrier, not seeing the sun like a mouse."

   "...we should have no difference, and we would not be enemies." This is the end of his words:

   "But humans will never let us go."

  Yamada-machi frowned slightly.

   After all, in his opinion, these people walking on the streets really look no different from the residents of Praia.

   He glanced at Su Mingan, thinking that this person would debate with this soul man.

   But Su Ming'an didn't say anything, just quietly walked aside.

  …until the two came to a market.

  Yamadacho stopped for a while.

   He was a little shocked by the sight in front of him.

  This market is not actually a place to sell vegetables and meat.

  The iron cages were filled with people.

   A living human being.

   They were bound by their limbs, huddled in an iron cage like a ball, their mouths were glued with tape, and they could only make a "uuuuu" sound. The sound of the body colliding with the iron cage was a bit dull, and this kind of sound was everywhere in the market.

   At a glance, the number of iron cages is not less than fifty.

   He even saw an unclothed human woman inside, lying on the inside like a livestock, for the walking soul clan to choose, and then like a dog, the soul clan led the chain away.

   He watched this scene in shock, and then heard Su Mingan laugh next to him.

   "...that's what you call 'no difference'." Su Ming'an said.

"No, in fact, we are not different from human beings." The man responded: "What I said is not wrong - if you go to the west side of Praia and go to those slave markets, you will know that human beings are doing The same thing as us. Some of them even cut off the limbs of our fellow citizens to make ornaments... And what I can't imagine is that they even buy and sell human beings just like them - they are more cruel than us ."

  Su Mingan knew that the man was right.

   As early as when he first arrived in Praia, he encountered a tavern that bought and sold people. The slave trade in Praia must be rampant, but he did not go to the trading venue on the spot.

   He watched the scene of the slave trade, and saw the sellers and men greeted warmly.

   Men seem to have a high status here.

  The man continued to step forward, and then entered a circular building.

   "Su Ming'an..." As soon as Yamada-cho approached him, he lowered his voice: "I feel that this place is too dangerous."

   "Didn't you want to come?" Su Mingan said.

   "No, that's true, but it's too..." Yamada Machichi glanced at the blood-covered humans in the iron cage.

  Humans are universally empathetic.

  When they see beings like them in misery, they also take their place in it and feel miserable for it.

   Maybe the two of them stayed in place for too long, and the man who entered the door turned back.

   Beneath that pure black mask are a pair of eyes with a little playfulness.

   "What's the matter, my guest, what are you doing standing at the door?" He smiled and said, "Come in, there are some things we can talk about later."

  Su Mingan walked in.

  Yamada-cho hesitated for a moment, but he followed suit.

   Even though he knew it was dangerous, he couldn't turn back.

   Entering this barrier is equivalent to boarding a pirate ship. In such a city ruled by the soul clan, he, a human being, could only take a step by step.

   "Crash-"

   As soon as he stepped into the building, he heard bursts of extremely high screams.

  The cheers came out like water splashing, and the warm yellow lights inside looked a little dazzling.

  Yamadacho squinted his eyes and saw that they seemed to be in the auditorium on a high platform, with a colosseum-like venue below. A brilliant light shaded the top of the rotunda, illuminating the blood remaining in the Colosseum below.

   A human in a light shirt was fighting with another human being in the field. They were holding sharp blades, and blood was spilled on the sand in the field. The two of them had already killed their eyes.

  The auditorium in the outer ring was filled with cheering soul clans.

"kill him-"

   "Kill him!"

   "Little Al! I bet on you! Don't let me down—"

   The soul clan cheered loudly, their blood-red eyes lit up.

   They are generally dressed in gorgeous clothes like nobles. Many female souls have hairpins on their heads and fans in their hands, looking quite ladylike.

   Such a scene looks completely no different from the arena on the human side.

   It's just that the people who watched other people's life-and-death struggles like watching a play changed from human to soul.

   Approaching the brightly lit gladiatorial arena from the night, Yamada Machiichi's eyes still couldn't get used to it. He glanced at the audience seats and was shocked by the number of soul clans.

  … definitely no less than two hundred people.

  The information of Soul Hunter clearly stated. The number of soul clans cannot exceed a thousand.

   But now it seems that there may be more than this number in a city of souls in the southern district.

  If these people all regard him as an enemy, they will pounce at the same time in the next moment...

  Yamadachoichi felt that this step was too dangerous.

   He seemed, he shouldn't have come to see the leader of the Soul Clan so soon, he underestimated the strength of the Soul Clan.

  The man was still walking ahead, leading them into a private room.

  The private room is very large, with fruits and red wine on the table, and under the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass in front, you can clearly see the scene of the arena below.

  The cheers of the audience passed through the glass, and the arena was filled with a smell of blood and frenzy.

   "Want to try it? Praia's best drink." The man poured the wine with his body, and his posture was extraordinarily elegant. With the black and white dress like a waiter, he looked like a qualified butler.

   "I don't drink." Su Mingan said.

   "I...I don't drink either." Yamada Machi immediately followed. He watched the man pour the wine, and suddenly his nose moved, and he smelled something wrong.

…and many more.

   He narrowed his eyes slightly.

   That wasn't any red wine at all.

   That scarlet liquid was clearly blood, human blood.

   A touch of blood floated in the air, and the transparent glass wine glass shone with a layer of golden reflections.

  The man put down his wine glass and took his seat amid the sound of fighting and cheers below.

   "This gentleman." Yamada-cho said, "We are here to find the leader of the soul clan."

   "Well, I know." The man smiled and said, "Sit down first, dear guest, you can talk about something now."

   He slowly raised his hand, and pressed his well-jointed hand on the pure black mask.

   When he put down his hands, he had already taken off his mask and top hat, revealing a handsome face that looked extraordinarily young and pale.

   Blonde hair hung down on his full forehead, the lights dangled in his blood-red eyes, and the eyes that looked over contained some deep meaning.

   "Introduce yourself." The man said: "I am the leader of the Praia Soul Clan, the leader of the Soul Clan City, and the upper Soul Clan Sevia."

   Then, instead of looking at Yamada Choichi, he turned his attention to Su Ming'an.

   "Long time no see." He said, "...Father."

  …

  Yamadachoichi suddenly wanted to escape at this moment.

   (end of this chapter)