The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 481
goo.

Swallowing his saliva hard, the old man didn't know what kind of mood he was in.

He doesn't want to die.

Really don't want to die.

He used to have the name Tours, and he even had a noble surname at that time!
Although he was just a down-and-out nobleman, in this era when slaves had no names and civilians had no names, Tours used to be a big man with a higher status than them.

It's just that the family was destroyed later, his sons were all killed, and he who escaped was reduced to the current miserable situation.

But Tours never gave up struggling.

"I can't give up!"

As long as he can be bought from here, he has a chance to find other people for help.

Knowing so many nobles, relying on so many years of friendship, how can I provide a little help to myself who is in trouble?
"Can't give up yet!"

"Anlia, my daughter, you must live! I will find you, no matter what the price is!"

Unlike the sons who died tragically, my own daughter is too young to be dangerous... No slave trader will kill her, but will raise her up and send her to auction when she grows up.

My daughter is still waiting for me!

Thinking of this, Tours tried to stand up from the ground, when he suddenly felt a burst of viscous liquid.

What is it! ?

Turning his head in horror, Tours saw a neat circular port, from which blackened blood was still slowly flowing.

!!!

After panicking for a while, Tours realized that this was the guard who was killed and decapitated by the weird boy.

"Because you want to live."

At that time, he said so.

Recalling the words of the slave boy before, the trembling of Tours' palms gradually subsided, and he gritted his teeth and stood up.

Isn't it dead?

On the day when the family was destroyed, I had seen too many deaths, what is there to be afraid of now?

Stiffly standing up, the old man looked at the expressions of the slaves around him.

This not-so-big dungeon was filled with nearly a hundred slaves, and most of them avoided the corpses at this moment.

Tours knew what this meant. They were afraid of being punished as accomplices after the other guards arrived.

As for the other part, there were only 30 people. Although they were also hiding, there was undisguised pleasure in their eyes, and they wanted to go up and kick them.

And Tours himself has no place to hide at all, and no slave will take the risk to cover him.

He knew very well that after such a crazy act of killing the guards, as the source, he had no possibility of surviving.

Now he desperately wants to see his daughter again, although he knows very well in his heart that it is an impossible extravagant wish.

Resent that teenager for making impulsive moves?

For that boy, Tours didn't know whether to hate him, but felt that he had finally lost his mind and gone crazy after his parents passed away.

crunch--

The ear-piercing sound of the iron door being pushed open broke the panic and silence in the dungeon, and a figure with a strong smell of blood walked in from the shadows.

!!!

However, that was not the imagined guard, but the crazy boy whom everyone disliked.

However, his appearance now is very different from before.

The expression is still calm, but the eyes that were originally dead and peaceful are now extraordinarily bright, full of strong will.

What changed even more was that there were more than a dozen spots of scarlet on his shabby hemp clothes, dyeing his thin body red through the thick fibers.

The body is still thin and thin, but the sense of presence of the young man is several times stronger than before, giving the slaves unspeakable pressure!
Standing at the door, Ning Feng did not continue to move forward.

He said in a voice that everyone could hear:
"I'm going to set fire here right away, and I'm sure I'll die if I stay here."

Looking at the slaves seriously, Ning Feng said calmly:
"If you don't want to die here, just follow me."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for other people's reactions, he turned around and left without hesitation.

Wait!
"Wait a moment!"

Tours only hesitated for a moment before staggeringly followed. Anyway, he had no other chance, and this was the only choice he could make.

"You... vomit! Cough cough!"

Just when he was about to speak, Tours was so stimulated by the thick blood in the stairs that he wanted to vomit.

! ! ?

what's going on! ?

This smell is much stronger than that of the young man!

Lowering his head, he saw dark red blood slowly flowing down the steps.

How many people died here! ?
In the end what happened?
He paused but still forced himself to follow, he asked hoarsely:

"Are you really going to set the fire?"

"meeting."

Someone behind Tours couldn't help poking his head and followed. Finally, a few slaves couldn't bear the temptation of freedom. They were also frightened at the moment, and subconsciously asked:

"But, is there anyone behind..."

"I know."

A calm and indifferent voice echoed in the blood-filled channel, making other voices disappear.

"The choice has been given, and it is they who make the choice."

"Some people, even if you drag him away, will bump themselves into the sword while praying and wailing."

"And some people, even if you don't say anything, they will follow behind you every step of the way."

The voice was calm and unwavering, but it made Tours's skin unconsciously goosebumps.

Because, with such a calm and confident tone, it was as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"……How did you know?"

Unconsciously asking such words, Tours, who reacted, wanted to slap himself.

Are you crazy?How to ask such a question?

"No! I..."

Want to remedy, but it's too late, the figure in front has turned around.

The eyes slightly lit up with a strange scarlet, and the boy in front of him turned his head and stared at the frozen Tours:

"I can see."

他 说:

"because I know."

Ning Feng looked at Tours, at the old man who chose to keep up with each of the 320 choices, and nodded slightly.

"I'm coming back because some people want to live."

"I'm just giving them the choice."

Then, he nodded to the others following behind him, and added:
"Besides, I've already finished setting the fire."

Tours: What?
Then, he saw the boy push open the last iron door...

boom!
The noisy shouts isolated by the iron gate rushed into Tours's ears.

Smoke and fire, howling and laughing.

Hundreds of slaves are constantly destroying, beating the corpses of the guards who had abused them, as if venting their pain frantically.

There are also many slaves chasing the embarrassed guards at all costs. Those people use their hands, legs, and even teeth!

With a face full of madness, it seemed that he was trying to devour the guards alive!
In that way, it was as if the evil god had cast down divine punishment here.

In the suffocating atmosphere, the teenager spoke:
"see it?"

"These people, they chose to live."

Tours suddenly felt cold all over, and he understood the boy's words.

This man is a demon who set fire.

And this fire is not just lit between the buildings...

that fire.

Burn in the hearts of the people!
　In short, let’s drink ice to worship the sky first! (bushi)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)