First Player

Chapter 327 Chapter 325·"Long time no see, Father"

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

Huali Street in the South District is said to be under lockdown at this time due to the riots.

The whole street was empty, without even a light, like an abandoned ancient street.

It was as if someone had cleared the place in advance and made a special trip to wait for him to come.

Su Mingan walked straight forward and suddenly stopped.

Yamada Machichi followed him with his head lowered and almost bumped into him.

"how?"

"Here we come." Su Mingan looked ahead.

Yamada Machichi raised his head.

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

The cool night breeze penetrated this quiet street, and a twisting light and shadow emerged in the center of the street.

Like pieces of black fragments being pieced together, the man's figure gradually became complete like pieces of paper. He lowered the brim of his hat and covered his face with a pure black mask. A pair of blood-red eyes stood out in the darkness.

"My dear two guests, welcome to the soul clan headquarters." The man said.

Yamada Machichi was a little nervous.

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

Non-my family, its heart must be different. After all, he and Su Ming'an are two humans, and humans are the food of the Soul Clan. The soul tribe is driven by hunger and desire, and it is difficult to guarantee that these guys will remain rational in front of them.

He watched as the Soul Race stretched out his hand and saw the space around him begin to fluctuate. The fluctuation enveloped the two of them, and they seemed to be teleporting.

"...It turns out to be a barrier." Su Mingan understood.

He had been a little surprised before. If the hundreds of soul clans wanted to have a unified leader, they would definitely need to gather regularly.

He previously thought that this group of Soul Clan was gathering in a place like an underground auditorium, but now it seems that some of the Soul Clan also have the ability to control the barrier. They set up a barrier in the southern district openly and lived within the barrier, only coming out to hunt when they were hungry.

In this case, it's no wonder that the Soul Hunters have been unable to completely eliminate 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 dyeing, and gradually became brighter.

The dark street lights flickered for a moment, the dusty window sills were as clean as new, the sound of bustling could be heard, and many "people" who were shopping suddenly appeared on the empty streets.

Wearing various clothes and carrying lanterns or lanterns, they walked through the lively streets. There were couples chatting in low voices, mothers holding their children, and grandfathers standing on the street, watching everything with a smile.

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

——After passing through the barrier, Su Mingan saw such a lively scene.

The soul clan leading the way put down his hand and looked at them.

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

Yamada Machichi looked at this scene and was dumbfounded.

"These..." He pointed his finger at the group of people visiting the night market: "...are they all soul tribes?"

"Of course." The man led them forward.

As if smelling the scent of human beings, the people on the street turned their heads for a moment, their eyes red with blood, as if they were longing for Su Ming'an and Yamada Machichi who were walking in the middle of the street.

Yamada Machi glanced at a little girl dancing with a rubber band, her mouth couldn't close.

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

"Of course." Yamada Machichi said: "If you don't look at the color of their eyes, these people are no different from humans."

"Yes, there is no difference." The man smiled gently.

He raised his hand and said hello to an old lady who was riding a sewing machine. He turned his head and whispered softly: "...Then what do you think the difference is?"

Yamada Machichi was speechless for a moment.

He has met some soul clans.

But those soul tribes are all stained with blood, hungry and irrational. They will pounce on humans when they see them, and they are no different from wild beasts.

but now……

He actually saw a group of soul races that were almost the same as humans.

There are men and women, old and young, and they have a complete social structure. Although the street is not long and there seem to be only two or three hundred soul tribes, a small order has been formed.

"There is no difference, and there shouldn't be any difference." The man raised his hands, his voice sounding very excited: "Aside from feeding on humans, there shouldn't be any difference between us. The soul race should not be a race dominated by hunger and desire. Humans were not meant to be food either, we could have lived in harmony.”

As he spoke, his tone rose, as if he was telling the concept he firmly believed in: "We can also cry, laugh, and feel emotions. If we don't eat, we will be hungry, if we are injured, we will feel pain, and if we are killed, we will die."

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

"We live in this world, and we also want to live peacefully. We don't have to fight life and death with others all day long, and we don't have to hide in the barrier, like mice, never seeing the light of day."

"...There should be no difference between us, and we should not become enemies." He ended here:

"But humans will never let us go."

Yamada Machichi frowned slightly.

After all, to him, the people walking on the streets really looked no different from the residents of Praia.

He glanced at Su Ming'an, originally thinking that this person would have a debate with this Soul Clan man.

But Su Mingan didn't say anything, and just walked aside quietly.

...until the two of them walked to a market.

Yamadacho stopped for a moment.

He was a little shocked by what he saw.

This market is actually not a place selling vegetables and meat.

Those iron cages contain people.

Living human beings.

Their limbs were restrained, and they were huddled in the iron cage like balls. Their mouths were taped, and they could only make the sound "Uh-huh." The sound of limbs colliding with the iron cage was dull, and this sound was everywhere in the market.

At a glance, the number of iron cages was no less than fifty.

He even saw an unclothed human woman lying inside like an animal, for the walking Soul Clan to choose from, and then being led away on a chain by the Soul Clan like a dog.

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

"...This is what you call 'no difference'." Su Mingan said.

"No, in fact, we are no different from humans." The man responded: "There is nothing wrong with what I said - if you go to the west side of Praia and go to the slave markets, you will know that humans are Doing the same thing as us. Some of them will even break the limbs of our compatriots and make them into ornaments... What is even more unimaginable to me is that they will even buy and sell humans like them - they are more than We are more cruel."

Su Mingan knew that the man was right.

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

He looked at the scene of slave trading, and saw sellers and men greeting each other warmly.

Men seem to have a high status here.

The man continued to move forward and entered a circular building.

"Su Ming'an..." Yamada Machichi approached him and lowered his voice: "I feel like it's too dangerous here."

"Didn't you come here?" Su Mingan said.

"No, although that is indeed the case, it is too..." Yamada Machichi glanced at the blood-covered humans in the iron cage.

Human beings are universally capable of empathy.

When they see beings like themselves in trouble, they will also feel the hardship for them.

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

Under that pure black mask was a pair of slightly playful eyes.

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

Su Mingan walked in.

Yamada Machichi hesitated for a moment and then followed in.

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

Entering this barrier is equivalent to boarding a pirate ship. In a city ruled by the Soul Clan, he, a human, could only survive step by step.

"Wow--"

As soon as he stepped into the building, he heard waves of extremely high-pitched screams.

The cheers came out like water splashing, and the warm yellow light inside seemed a bit dazzling.

Yamada Machichi squinted his eyes and saw that they seemed to be in an auditorium on a high platform, with a Colosseum-like venue below. Brilliant lights shrouded the top of the rotunda, illuminating the remaining blood in the Colosseum below.

A human wearing thin clothes was fighting for life and death with another human in the field. They were holding sharp knives, and their blood was sprinkled on the sand in the field. The two of them were already red-eyed.

The auditorium in the outer circle was filled with cheering soul clansmen.

"kill him--"

"Kill him!"

"Little Al! I pledged yours! Don't let me down-"

The Soul Clan cheered loudly, their blood-red eyes brightening.

They generally wore gorgeous clothes like nobles. Many female soul clans had hairpins on their heads and fans in their hands, making them look quite ladylike.

This scene looks no different from the human arena.

However, the people who were watching other people's life-and-death struggles as if they were watching a play were changed from humans to soul races.

Walking into the brightly lit arena from night, Yamada Machichi's eyes still couldn't get used to it. He took a cursory glance at the audience seats and was shocked by the number of soul clans.

...definitely no less than two hundred people.

It was clearly mentioned in the soul hunting information. The number of soul clan cannot exceed a thousand.

But now it seems that just one soul city in the southern district may have more than this number.

If these people all regard him as an enemy and pounce on him at the same time in the next moment...

Yamada Machichi felt that this step was too risky.

It seems that 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 was large, with fruits and red wine on the table. Under the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass in front, one could clearly see the arena scene below.

The cheers of the audience were transmitted through the glass, and the arena was filled with a smell of blood and fanaticism.

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

"I don't drink." Su Mingan said.

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

……etc.

His eyes widened slightly.

That's not a red wine at all.

The 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 reflected light.

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

"This gentleman." Yamada Machichi said, "We are here to find the leader of the Soul Clan."

"Yes, I know." The man said with a smile: "Sit down first, dear guest, we can talk about anything now."

He slowly raised his hand, his knuckled hand pressing on the pure black mask.

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

Golden hair hung down on his plump forehead, and the light flickered in his blood-red eyes. The look in his eyes 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-ranking Soul Clan Sevia."

Then, he no longer looked at Yamada Machichi, but turned his attention to Su Ming'an.

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

…

At this moment, Yamada Machichi suddenly wanted to escape.