The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 482 Unknown Journey

fire.

There is fire in front of you.

blood.

There is blood on the ground.

red.

All eyes are red.

The interweaving of blood and fire turned into a dazzling scarlet, which made people shudder.

The mad killing intent surged in the air, and the hearts of those who smelled it couldn't help but tremble along with it.

Boom boom boom!
It's calling.

join in.

Be us!
There is a force pushing everyone to join this carnival and become a part of this feast.

goo...

Swallowing his saliva hard, Tours suddenly woke up.

"My lord..."

Tours had seen such flames before.

At that time, such a fire burned down the only house in his family, the three-story building with a small garden.

It's just that he was the one who was plundered at that time, but now he has become a member who is about to join.

His lips moved, and Tours looked at the boy in front of him.

The face of the other party looked the same as his age, and there was an undisguised youthfulness in the thin face.

Although there are many scars on his body, his blood-splattered face is somewhat delicate.

They are commodities ready to be sold, and unlike those slaves who can only be used as coolies, each of Tours has a special place.

Knowing how to read, sing, have strength... or simply having some good looks that can be chosen by others, the young man should be the last one.

But it was this seemingly harmless face, which looked a bit hideous under the light of the fire.

It looks like a ferocious beast that chooses to devour people, or it looks like a demon walking out of the abyss of fire, or it is the abyss itself.

Because the young man was very calm from beginning to end, facing this increasingly crazy atmosphere, he who guided the development of things was indeed unusually calm.

There was neither bewitching nor inducement, just turning around quietly, as if talking casually.

demon.

Although Tours can only be regarded as a shallow believer, he has also heard the legend of demons.

This person is definitely a devil!
Only the devil can bewitch the mind and allow such madness to befall.

But Tours's heart is also a little complicated, because he did get help from the young man, otherwise he would have been dragged out and beaten to death now.

"My lord..."

But before Tours could finish speaking, a burst of noise made everyone recover from the shock.

They turned their heads and saw what was happening over there.

A group of wounded slaves gathered together, dragging a fat man who had passed out, dragging a long bloody road.

"Caught it!!!"

"Kill him! Let me kill him! He killed my wife!"

"Fire! Be sure to use fire!"

"Yes! You can't take advantage of them! You must use the stake!"

"Others can't let go, let them go down the abyss together!"

……

Burning.

The criminal law that will be used on cultists, more than one church of the gods has declared that people who die by burning at the stake cannot enter the kingdom of God, and can only fall into a bottomless abyss.

Looking at the excitement and madness on their faces, Tours felt a chill for no reason.

This group of people has gone crazy.

Although what they were doing was revenge, they seemed to have also become part of the madness.

In a hurry, they tied the unconscious slave trader to the pillar in the center of the excitement—that was originally used to whip slaves who made mistakes.

Someone found wood, and someone dragged more guards who were either dead or unconscious, and piled them together under the pillars, ready to light the fire.

But just when the madness was about to reach its peak, a loud metal explosion stopped all movements.

Standing in front of the iron gate, Ning Feng threw down the hand ax he had just struck, and said to the slaves who were looking at him:
"I'm leaving here now."

"Follow me if you want to live."

After speaking, he still didn't give them time to react, and walked directly towards the back door of the base.

Some of the slaves who didn't understand what happened were sluggish, some were puzzled, and some were entangled.

Most of the slaves knew the boy who had freed them from captivity by killing the guards with his ghostly movements, and now he was leaving.

Some stayed where they were.

There are people who simply want revenge and don't want to leave. If such people don't watch the slave traders burn to death, they won't leave this place.

The other part, who were greedy for the money of the slave merchants, searched for secret passages in the base and searched everywhere.

Some people choose to keep up.

They also wanted revenge, but they still chose to follow.

The figure in front gave them an inexplicable attraction, and they chose to keep up after struggling.

Tours was one of them. Although the young man gave him a terrible feeling, it was better to stay with this kind of existence than to stay with the group of guys who were completely crazy.

Scary, but also reassuring at the same time.

Once they had nothing, now they have nothing but their liberty and their lives regained.

Now that they are already in hell, no one will care whether the one leading them is a demon or not.

Nobody cares.

……

……

Following Ning Feng, about a hundred slaves followed spontaneously, and some clever ones even put on the clothes they pulled out from others along the way, and collected some food and money.

Listening to the screams and cheers from behind, Tours, who was closest to Ning Feng, asked in a low voice:
"...Don't you need to ask for information?"

"unnecessary."

Without stopping, Ning Feng shook his head and said as a matter of course:
"He's not strict with his mouth, they're all the same."

Not strict?

Tours recalled the previous situation, Ning Feng never got close to the fat man... Did he ask before?

And Ning Feng was sorting out the same information from the 33 repetitions, and a conclusion that he didn't quite understand:

"Some people's spirits seem to be quite fragile."

why?

Why do I faint every time?Why was he scared to death thirteen times?

Ning Feng really couldn't understand.

Obviously what he did was [-] times more cruel than what others treated him, but when it happened to him, why was he so unacceptable?

Hard to understand.

Seeing Ning Feng's firm footsteps, as if he already had a place in his heart, Tours asked:

"where are we going?"

"I still do not know yet."

Ning Feng shook his head, then nodded, and walked straight towards the sunset.

"But we'll find out later."

always will know.

……

……

On this day, Ning Feng led the group of homeless slaves on this unknown journey with no destination.

At this time, following behind him...

There are a total of 180 two figures.

　There will be a two-day annual report meeting on Saturday and Sunday.

　　He and I--

　　(swearing)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)