The entrance to the palace complex, which can also be called the city gate, is a simple piece of red metal.

It stands there without any carved decorations, like a silent giant.

A tiny man stands in front of the giant.

If she weren't dressed in black and stood out among the red, she would be too small to be noticed.

Such a sudden sense of existence, yet it seems to be natural.

Lonely warriors and silent city gates, there is no shortage of similar tragic scenes in legends and fantasy.

In those literary works, lonely warriors were either killed by traitors or caused by circumstances, and then they were burdened with confusion or other things, and still stubbornly carried out a certain mission.

Of course, in legends and fantasy, there should be countless enemy corpses piled up around the warrior to demonstrate the warrior's greatness and bravery.

In reality, there are not countless corpses piled up, but there are black and red soldiers scattered on the ground. They are all mutilated and broken, and mechanical parts are everywhere.

The lone warrior was wearing a black gauze skirt, and she looked like a young girl. And in the middle of this battlefield, she looked like a lonely Valkyrie.

"Drink some tea. Apart from killing people, I only have one skill that I am barely proud of.

"It's shocking." Qian Ningshuang nodded.

Drinking human blood is probably not a good memory, nor is it worth writing about.

Except for those who are born with very good conditions, almost all god-level experts will also redesign their image and appearance. On the one hand, biological nature is inclined to beautiful things, and on the other hand, it is more necessary to promote their beliefs.

It is normal for a god-level powerhouse to be able to shape his own image.

"When two people enter the Killing City at the same time, their illusions will communicate with each other. At that time, the illusion will be determined by the one with stronger mental power."

"It's very shocking." The illusory figure appeared behind Qian Ningshuang, and his breath was familiar to Qian Ningshuang.

Even when the Rakshasa next to him died, he didn't show any special expression. He didn't say that he wanted to live or die, that he wanted to die with him, or that he rushed to the Spirit Hall to seek revenge regardless of anything.

"It's strange. I have this image. This is the image I had before I became a god. It's even better than that time. After all, I had broken legs and hands at that time."

Qian Ningshuang did not answer.

This thing smells like it's drinkable, even God Shura drinks it, but why does it feel so oozing?

It was hard not to remind Qian Ningshuang of something in the original novel that was used to set off Tang San's so-called noble character.

It is normal behavior to treat your enemies with the utmost malice.

"So you didn't make up your experience." Qian Ningshuang stopped walking and just stood there looking at the vigilant robot lady not far away.

Their loyalty to their mission is worthy of praise and even praise.

After saying that, God Shura picked up the teacup and took a sip, but Qian Ningshuang was still confused.

"I know you are confused. I will tell you later." God Shura had no intention of continuing to discuss this aspect in depth.

"If there is danger approaching, please stay away, please stay away..."

It is not the soul of a rabbit spirit that looks pure white but is actually mottled and stitched; nor is it an aggregation of residual souls and resentment like a demon spirit.

"Of course it's not a natural treasure, nor is it a fairy grass. I'm not as arrogant as your Wuhun Palace to mass-produce genius treasures.

Even though Qian Ningshuang has never seen his true face.

"She has no so-called parents, so she has to impose a concept of parents based on traditional biological concepts.

A mechanical sound suddenly came, and the indicator light on the round body of the autonomous soul-guiding robot next to it instantly switched to red light and kept flashing.

"One more question, why Hu Liena?" Qian Ningshuang raised her head and looked at God Shura.

They didn't have a choice from the start.

Qian Ningshuang, who had sharp eyes, could still see a hint of joyful smile on her face, the kind of person who worked very hard.

“Simply put, phase comes from the heart.

It seems that they are not emotions such as awe, but God Shura's orders that have never crossed a certain cordon.

Unless they have special hobbies, most creatures will inevitably choose gods that are more in line with normal aesthetics.

"One of these is the scene where your Wuhun Palace described part of the fate path for me, one is the scene where no one entered, and the other is the scene where Tang San enters now."

And no matter who this city belonged to before, now it is essentially the ashram of God Shura. If you come to someone else's home stadium, they will definitely react.

"A bit of the same hallucinogenic drug that comes from my hometown."

An independent and complete soul.

Through her special vision, Qian Ningshuang saw it.

"It seems that you have also guessed that it is just tea with hallucinogens in it. It is up to you to decide what kind of human blood or liquid you want to drink, and what taste you want to drink.

At the same time, the pedestrian robot approaching in the distance stopped instantly, and a long sword glowing with blue light appeared in its hand.

A god-king who may have a bottom line, but the bottom line changes at any time.

God Shura continued to answer.

“What you see inside is actually everyone’s own decision.

Stroking the goat's beard on his chin, God Shura had a cheerful face and a brisk tone.

Even Qian Ningshuang didn't know if this robot was adhering to some kind of mission imagined in her mind.

It is shocking that a human creation still adheres to a certain mission after hundreds of thousands of years.

But now it seems that this is not the so-called human blood described in the original work.

He is not a scumbag, his overall temperament feels more like an old fortune teller from the village who likes to brag, kind and ordinary.

He didn't even have the burden of being a strong man, so he just lied to Tang San.

But at its core, the problem that has troubled machines to keep running for hundreds of thousands of years has always been about materials and energy, not will.

The soul is still very young, similar in strength to the life that has just formed in the mother's belly, but it finally exists.

God Shura looked at her, waiting for her reaction.

Qian Ningshuang lowered her head and stared at the liquid in the tea cup. It was true that she did not ask Bibi Dong about such a trivial matter, and Wuhun Hall did not record it.

The tea reflected three scenes. One was the scene described in the original work, including chaos, fighting, depravity, bloody streets, empty eyes, and corpses on the ground. The strong smell of blood filled the air, men and women who were forgetful, excitement.

Influence people's sense of smell and vision;

One is an almost silent scene, with only numb people coming and going. Suddenly, a knife suddenly cuts off the heads of people walking by, while others continue walking numbly;

The other is a completely bizarre scene, even more chaotic and depraved...

Qian Ningshuang aside, what kind of person is the other Shura God who made shocking comments?

Of course he will not be the strict law enforcer who sticks to the rules as described in the original work.

Qian Ningshuang was stunned, as if she really hadn't mentioned it.

"Of course, its tone is definitely murderous and negative. This is my only definition of a fantasy."

After Qian Ningshuang hesitated and smiled, she slowly walked over, sat down and picked up the tea cup, then she frowned.

——She has a soul.

"You're wondering if this is the so-called Bloody Mary, right?"

There is also not much human tissue left on her face, only about a quarter of the lower left face. This quarter of the face is currently trying hard to make a happy expression.

"The same principle applies to the Killing City. Except that the core rules of my definition of the Hell Killing Fields cannot be changed, I don't have to specify how the illusion is presented. The scenes are also created by my heart.

"Did the original work mention what Hu Liena encountered in the Killing City?" God Shura asked in return.

She is just like those busy creatures that can be seen everywhere on the continent.

The scarlet liquid rippled slightly in the cup, more like blood than tea, but it also gave off a slight aroma of tea.

Qian Ningshuang was stunned for a moment, then tried to take a sip. There was no bloody smell as expected, and the simple tea actually had a bit of refreshing taste.

God Shura waved his hand, and the tea on the table reflected only the starry sky. The scene just now was not very suitable for watching.

It's the god Shura.

He is not very tall, and is even a little thin. Wearing a simple gray linen dress, his overall image is more like a scum of the world, rather than a god king who freely controls the life and death of countless creatures in the lower world.

All in all, God Shura is not a person with rich emotions. He is not a real villain, nor is he a traditional hypocrite. He is a very complicated person.

A miracle worthy of shocking even a god-king and a time-traveler.

Asura God said happily, he sat down and made a gesture of invitation.

This is something worthy of shock.

"Yes." God Shura confirmed Qian Ningshuang's guess, "But no, the so-called Bloody Mary is just a little bit of spice added to this tea.

Qian Ningshuang nodded.

Qian Ningshuang has seen this person whom she once considered to be her biggest enemy several times, and with just the sense of breath, she can clearly tell that this is God Shura.

Qian Ningshuang turned her head.

"Going back to the original question, it's shocking, isn't it?" God Shura didn't mind either, and looked at the robot not far away.
To be continued...