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

Huali Street in the Southern District was said to be under lockdown at this time due to the riots, but when Su Mingan stepped into this area, he did not see any patrolling soul hunters.

The entire street was empty, with not even a light on. The small shops on both sides had their doors closed, and it seemed that no one was living inside. This Huali Street looked 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 me, 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 two dear guests, welcome to the soul clan headquarters." The man said.

Yamada Machichi was a little nervous.

He didn't know why Su Mingan 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 the entire Praia.

People who are not from my race must have different minds. After all, he and Su Ming'an are two human beings, and humans are the food of the Soul Clan. The Soul Clan is so driven by hunger and desire that it is difficult to guarantee that these guys will remain rational in front of them.

The night wind was blowing around him, and the shadows of the leaves were rustling. He watched the soul clan stretched out his hand and saw that the surrounding space began 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 leadership, they would definitely need to gather regularly.

And even at night, this group of soul clans can be easily spotted when they gather together.

He previously thought that this group of soul clans gathered in a place like an underground auditorium, but now it seems that some soul clan members also have the ability to control the barrier.

They set up a large barrier in the Southern District openly and lived in the world within the barrier, only coming out to hunt when they were hungry.

...If this is the 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 streets suddenly changed, as if the colors were gradually brightening and the world was gradually dyed, and it gradually became brighter.

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

Wearing various clothes and holding lanterns or lanterns, they walked through the busy streets. There were couples chatting in low voices, mothers holding their children, and grandfathers standing on the side of 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 the soul clan headquarters gathering place, Huali Street, South District." 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 they smelled the scent of humans, the people on the street turned their heads for a moment, blood red in their eyes, as if they were longing for Su Ming'an and Yamada Machichi who were walking in the middle of the street.

But when they saw the man leading the way, they didn't move.

Yamadacho glanced at a little girl dancing with a rubber band, 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 their eyes, this group of people is no different from the human residents of Praia."

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

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

Yamada Machichi was speechless for a moment.

He is a soul hunter. Since the captain Su Ming'an does not take his team members on missions, he can only find missions by himself.

During this day, he met some soul clans.

But those soul tribes are all covered in blood, almost starved to the point of losing their senses, and will pounce on humans when they see them. They are no different from wild beasts.

He regarded them as monsters and sources of experience, and never regarded this race as equal creatures.

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 this street is not long and there seem to be only two or three hundred soul tribes, it has also formed a small living order.

"There is no difference, and there shouldn't be any difference." The man raised his hands and his voice sounded very excited: "Apart from eating humans, there shouldn't be any difference between us. The soul race should not be a race dominated by hunger and desire.

Humans should not have been destined to be food, we could have lived in harmony."

He spoke with a slightly raised tone, 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 be in pain, and if we are killed, we will die."

"We love people, we hate people, we also have relatives 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 and never see the light of day."

"...There should be no difference between us, and we should not become enemies." He ended his words, and then sighed softly:

"But humans will never let us go."

Yamada Machichi frowned slightly.

After all, in his opinion, 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 the sight before him.

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

Those iron cages contain people.

Living human beings.

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

sound.

At a glance, the number of iron cages is 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 like a dog by the Soul Clan.

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

"...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 visit the slave markets, you will know that humans are doing the same thing.

We do the same thing. 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 who are the same as 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 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 such a slave trade, and saw the sellers greeting the men warmly, saying hello such as "You are here".

Men seem to have a high status here.

The sellers were not surprised when they saw the two humans following the man. It seemed that humans were often caught 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 this is indeed the case, it is too..." Yamada Machichi glanced at the blood-covered humans in the iron cage.

Human beings are universally empathetic.

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

Yamada Machichi originally thought that the leader of the soul clan was like the soul clan he had seen, hiding underground like a mouse. Even if there were subordinates around him, they would not be in large numbers. If the deal failed, he could escape with the help of props.
To be continued...