The overall scale and layout of Shura City, in Ma Hongjun's words in his previous life, is a typical city surrounding the countryside.
Broad, flat, bluestone-paved streets, high-rise houses, etc. are all built around the tall city wall that surrounds the oasis.
It's just that this is a special place after all, so the closer it is to the four major city gates, the deserted it looks.
As for other places, whether they are deserted or prosperous, Ma Hongjun is not interested and does not intend to explore.
However, as far as he and Lan Yinsha saw along the way, as they moved away from the north gate, the originally deserted streets gradually became lively, and at the same time, obscene, violent, and bloody incidents were also happening from time to time.
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Many times, Lan Yinsha almost couldn't help it and wanted to rush over to stop the violent thugs, but she was always stopped by Ma Hongjun.
Ma Hongjun's eyes were filled with divine light, and he observed all the way along. Along with the lingering ambiguity and mysterious fluctuations in his body, the seeds of the fire in his heart were silently buried into the hearts of some of the villains he saw along the way.
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Of course, although one of the soul skills of Chongtong's soul bone gave Ma Hongjun the ability to look up, he would not naively think that a guy with murderous aura and resentment must be a damn scum, so Phoenix started a prairie fire.
Ma Hongjun’s seeds were not all buried in the hearts of everyone he met along the way.
After all, there are no absolute bad people or absolutely good people in the world. He had already understood this when he was studying Taoism in his previous life. Therefore, when looking at a person, one cannot simply judge based on pure good or bad, good or evil.
In this way, as people in Shura City self-immolated and died inexplicably one after another, time passed by like quicksand on the fingertips, and more than a month passed in the blink of an eye.
When the cold light of night fell on this dark and chaotic city of sin, a desolate and dilapidated wilderness with dead bodies, carrion, and bones scattered everywhere, like a mass grave, appeared before Ma Hongjun's eyes.
As for the Chongming Bird and the Blue Silver Emperor and Blue Silver Sha, Ma Hongjun had placed them in the deep mountains and old forests he passed along the way more than half a month ago.
In more than half a month, as more and more information was collected along the way, Ma Hongjun already knew that the strongest person guarding this sinful city was a titled Douluo sent by Wuhun Palace.
No one knows what the titled Douluo looks like, whether he is male or female, what his martial spirit is, and how high his cultivation level is.
But it is said that Wuhun Palace and the ruler of the Killing City hidden in Shura City have reached some special agreements, so no matter how strong the titled Douluo is, as long as he is not free, he will violate the taboos of the ruler of the Killing City.
, there is no problem in guarding this sinful city.
Moreover, it is said that the titled Douluo does not belong to any of the nine elders and seven worshipers of Wuhun Palace. He is a powerful man who has never shown up and whose identity is very mysterious.
This is worth pondering.
However, Ma Hongjun also knew that the number of powerful Titled Douluo people on the mainland was far more than the known ones.
Just like at the beginning, it was said that there were only a dozen titled Douluo on the mainland, but in fact, only Ma Hongjun knew that there were far more than these, not to mention those who did not like to be surrounded by empires, sects, etc.
There are even more titled Douluo who are bound by power and are living in seclusion in the mountains and forests.
Therefore, as long as Chongmingniao and Lan Yinsha are not idle, they will be relatively safe as long as they hide themselves well in Shura City, which is guarded by only one titled Douluo.
Afterwards, Ma Hongjun followed the address Tang Hao left for him, buried the seeds of his heart fire, and headed towards the town leading to the entrance to the Killing City.
Of course, because the content of the second test of the Vulcan was too special, Ma Hongjun was not in a hurry to go there even though the city of killing was right in front of him.
Just like this, as more and more people self-immolated for no apparent reason, more than half a month passed in the blink of an eye, until this day, when the cold moon hung high in the sky, being pushed by the clouds to move forward reluctantly and shyly, accompanied by
With dead bodies and bones, green will-o'-the-wisps floating in the air, and the hoarse cries of night crows on the dry old trees, Ma Hongjun walked through the gloomy wilderness like a mass grave and appeared in a small town hiding the entrance to the killing city.
Hilla Town, a very inconspicuous town.
Although the name of the town made Ma Hongjun raise his eyebrows, such small towns were actually very common in the center of Shura City. He had seen quite a few of them in the past month or so.
After all, these small towns are the most chaotic areas and the liveliest places in the entire Shura City.
Bloody, violent, dark, killing, and lewdness are the most common theme songs in these small towns.
Of course, there are also people who will self-immolate inexplicably at every turn, which is also a strange scene that has often been staged in these small towns during this period of time.
Ma Hongjun looked indifferent, ignoring the bloody and violent incidents that occurred from time to time on the roadside, and walked towards a tavern in this town.
While walking, when Ma Hongjun passed by a tofu-selling shop on the roadside, at the door of the shop, a proprietress with plain features and a well-proportioned body shouted sweetly, "Little brother, why do you come to a place like this alone?"
? Come to sister quickly, sister will treat you to some tofu."
"Tofu? I think what you are selling is brain flower, right?"
Ma Hongjun's spiritual consciousness swept away and he instantly understood the essence of the white tofu in front of him.
The charming lady boss smiled sweetly and said, "Little brother, you have really good eyesight. Sister, this tofu can improve your cultivation and mental strength. You are so handsome, little brother. Do you want some?"
Ma Hongjun's eyes were sharp, he glanced at the two white spots on the landlady's chest, and said with a smile, "I'm not interested in brains. I wonder if you have any other tofu for sale?"
A flush appeared on the pretty face of the beautiful landlady with a plump and well-proportioned body. She straightened her chest and exhaled, "Yes, little brother, do you want to eat?"
As she spoke, the beautiful landlady's slender and white index finger inadvertently ran across her pretty cherry lips, and then her moist spring eyes were slightly closed, and with the pink light quietly emerging in her eyes, she gently looked at Ma Hongjun.
He crossed his fingers.
"Little brother, come here, sister, there is the tofu you want."
"OK!"
Ma Hongjun was in a clear mind, with a stupid pig-like look on his face. He giggled and followed the beautiful landlady into the back room.
After a moment, the beautiful landlady's high-pitched scream disappeared, and Ma Hongjun lifted the curtain and walked out with a sneer on his lips, looking refreshed.
Continuing to move forward, Ma Hongjun soon came to a tavern in the center of the town, a tavern called Huangquan Tavern.
There were not many guests in the tavern, only a scattered five or sixty-seven people. When they saw someone coming in, carrying an unknown scarlet liquid, they immediately cast a cold, fierce, or strange look at Ma Hongjun.
Ma Hongjun went straight to an empty table and sat down, minding his own business. He tapped his fingertips on the tabletop, as if he was deep in thought.
When the two waiters at the front desk of the tavern saw a customer coming to the door, they seemed to have not seen Ma Hongjun and were still chatting and laughing.
It wasn't until Ma Hongjun sat down and the sound of his fingertips tapping on the table gently echoed in the tavern that one of the waiters slowly walked over with a menu in his arms and a look of arrogance on his face.
"Hey, this guy looks like a newcomer, right? What would you like to order?"
Ma Hongjun tapped his fingers on the table and said calmly, "Give me a cup of Huang Quan Lu."
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