Douluo: I love Qian Renxue alone, but I can kill with nine swords in a box!

Chapter 58 Hu Liena’s Numbness: Three Days and One Hundred Crowns!

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and ten men of different shapes walked out of the small room one after another.

Some of them have unkempt hair or ragged clothes, and they look like beggars walking out of a slum.

But what is unique is that now, on every face that is extremely ugly, there is a satisfied smile showing a whole row of big yellow teeth.

"Gentlemen, are you satisfied with the girl inside?"

When the madam who was guarding the door saw this, she squirmed her bloated body and came forward to greet him.

"Hahahaha! Satisfied! So satisfied!"

"I didn't expect that the high-ranking messenger from hell would step down from Cheng Huan when we and other vulgar people, hahahaha!"

"Isn't it? Tsk tsk, that figure, that expression, so moist! It's so moist! Hahahaha!"

"It's good that you all have fun."

"Thanks to Master Tu, the silver-faced man, for capturing her, you are so lucky."

"How about it? A cup of Huangquan Dew per person is not expensive, right?"

"Not expensive! Not expensive!"

After hearing the evil name of the Silver-faced Man Tu, the thoughts in the hearts of the ten people instantly disappeared into thin air.

Hiding the look of reluctance on his face, after thinking about it carefully, he happily handed over ten cups of steaming blood.

The madam suddenly beamed with joy, her pupils shone brightly, and she took them one by one with both hands.

"Masters, please go away and come and play again next time!"

Turning around, he saw that the entrance to his house was once again lined with lust-filled degenerates.

Her eyes gradually became more and more greedy as she looked at the figure in the room.

"Go, two of you, and quickly clean up our Hell Messenger. The next batch of guests can't wait!"

Seeing the two old women walking towards her, Hu Liena's eyes were empty, showing no sign of struggle.

For three days, she was subjected to constant inhuman torture, not only her body, but also her spirit went from collapse to numbness.

Hu Liena now has no trace of the nobility of the Saint of the Spirit Hall in the past.

With her weak limbs, she had completely given up resistance.

"Tick...tick..."

Hu Liena's body was lifted up by the combined efforts of the two old women.

As the body tilted, the yellow and white stuff covering all parts of the body gathered into a stream and slid off the quilt on the smooth skin.

A strong fishy smell filled the air, but Hu Liena seemed to be used to it and didn't react at all.

It wasn't until her whole body was immersed in the slightly hot hot water that the rising mist wetted her long-drained eyes again.

The sporadic tears have turned reddish. Now, it seems that only this pool of hot water can awaken Hu Liena's consciousness every day.

"Tang Yin...Master...save me..."

A quiet whisper, destined to be unheard by no one.

Even if there is, no one in this killing city is bound to pay attention.

Soon, the despair in Hu Liena's eyes was once again submerged in a new round of laughter...

……

At the same time, on the other side of the Hell Killing Fields, there was also a climax that excited tens of thousands of spectators.

"It's Silver-faced Rentu! It's his turn to play again!!!"

"If I remember correctly, he has won ninety-nine games in a row, right? Doesn't that mean... hiss!!!"

"If he wins this one again, he can win the Hundred Crowns and leave the Killing City!!!"

"Oh my god! How long has it been since the Silver-faced Human Slaughter arrived in the Slaughter City?"

"Four days? Or five days?"       "There shouldn't be another killing god like this in the entire continent, right?"

"Hahahaha! It's good to leave. King Shura and the Messenger of Hell have been destroyed by him. Once he leaves, our killing city will finally be able to return to peace again!"

……

Amid the excited noises of the audience, the battle in the killing field below officially began.

There was no suspense in the battle, even though the opponents this time were nine Contras in their 80s.

Qin Shiyuan's movements were still exactly the same as before. The eight long swords were unsheathed at the same time, and then he casually slapped the remaining one.

A few simple steps completed in just three seconds, but in exchange, there were nine neat Contra corpses.

One hundred games, finally completed!

An almost substantial murderous aura formed a huge vortex in the air at this moment.

Around Nuoda's venue, a large number of fallen people watching the battle fell silent under the influence of the huge murderous aura released from him.

The four characters "Silver Faced Man Tu" are more like the symbol of death in everyone's hearts!

"Congratulations, Silver-Faced Rentu."

Low and sharp sounds suddenly came from all directions.

The murderous aura released from Qin Shiyuan's body actually poured back the moment the sound rang out.

Just when it was about to be pressed back into his body, it was suddenly shaken away.

The atmosphere in the hell killing field suddenly rose to the extreme, because in the midair, a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.

"Silver-faced Rentu, we meet again."

"I didn't expect that after just a few days apart, you would win the hundred crowns of my hell killing field. What a formidable future!"

Yes, it can make the fallen ones at the scene so excited. Who else can come besides the King of Slaughter?
  "The King of Slaughter has won a prize."

Qin Shiyuan just smiled and said something, but suddenly there was no follow-up.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the King of Slaughter, as if he was hinting or waiting for something.

The King of Slaughter is not stupid either. He knew what Qin Shiyuan was thinking just by looking at him.

But he would not let Qin Shiyuan enter hell so easily.

Suspended in mid-air five meters above the ground, the Slaughter King stopped falling.

Looking down at Qin Shiyuan from the air, the low but sharp voice sounded again.

"I am very happy that today, after decades, we have once again witnessed the birth of the Hundred-Crown Killer."

"Let's chant his name!"

"Silver Faced Man Slaughter...!!!"

The King of Slaughter seems to have a unique magic power that causes all the fallen to have almost crazy worship after seeing him.

Qin Shiyuan knew that this was because the fallen had been sucking blood containing special drugs all year round, and then they gradually became the other party's believers.

If he had taken the red blood essence back then, his fate now might be several times worse than that of the people at the scene.

Raising his hand to stop the noise, the King of Slaughter lowered his head, looked at Qin Shiyuan and smiled.

"Silver-faced Human Slaughter, because you are the fastest killer to achieve victory in the thousand-year history of my city of killing."

"I have decided to grant you the title of God of Killing. From now on, you can enter and exit the Killing City on your own."

"Furthermore, I was hired as the guest minister of the Killing City who is second only to me."

No need to take the road to hell?
  While the few knowledgeable spectators at the scene were confused, a veiled sneer appeared on Qin Shiyuan's lips.

"King of Slaughter, I would like to thank you for your kindness...but we cannot break the rules of the Slaughter City."

"You said...right?"

(End of this chapter)