On the Seven Towers

"Please heal my leg? I don't want to become a cripple! I have said everything..." Zhang Hong lay at the door of the dungeon, pleading to the guard outside the door. He was arrested in Suero Town. The broken leg was simply bandaged and fixed by Hong Lifeng, but it has never been treated. Along the way here, I was treated roughly by horse thieves, and I seemed to be out of place again. Now one of his calves is severely swollen, and he knows that if no one helps him to treat it, even if the leg barely grows back, it will be impossible to return to its original shape.

There was no movement outside, and there was no other sound in the room. Hong Lifeng had been taken away for a long time, and they wanted to force him to reveal the secret of the gun. Zhang Hong wanted to make a meritorious deed, but he didn't understand guns and was powerless in this matter. He also suggested that Hong Lifeng could not speak Spanish well and that he could be the translator, but Caddis ignored him.

Zhang Hong screamed there alone. After shouting for a while, he seemed to be discouraged. He threw himself on the ground without moving, and then slowly started to cry.

While Zhang Hong was crying, he was cursing in his mouth, starting with Enrique who beat him, Luo Ling who assigned him to Suero, Xiao Chen who had caused trouble for him, and Li Jia who didn't deal with him. and Ji Yijun, and then began to scold Hong Lifeng for failing to protect him. He scolded him for a long time, using all kinds of curse words, but he was careful not to scold Cadiz a word.

This man is so terrifying that Zhang Hong has no courage to resist at all. He is just a small lecturer at the School of Foreign Languages. In front of a murderous bandit, he is like a dog's tail in the strong wind. Grass.

Just when Zhang Hong was crying and out of breath, the door of the dungeon suddenly opened. Awan and Oville came in carrying Hong Lifeng who was covered in blood. Awan looked at Zhang who was crying uncontrollably. Hong laughed, "This weakling is crying. The tone of his crying is almost like singing. He is even more girly than a real girl."

"Maybe you should find time to comfort him." Orville sneered.

Awan punched Orville, then spat on Zhang Hong, "Fuck you, only Lao Val likes this tone, he's not going to be able to do it anymore, he has to find someone soft enough. Haha. ”

The two of them threw the dying Hong Lifeng to the ground, were too lazy to talk to Zhang Hong anymore, turned around and walked out of the dungeon, and locked the door again.

Zhang Hong was startled by the two of them and was so frightened that he kept his head on the ground and didn't dare to make a sound. He didn't dare to look up at Hong Lifeng until they couldn't even hear their footsteps.

Hong Lifeng's body was covered in bloodstains from whips, possibly because the horse thieves were afraid of his death. The wounds on his neck and chest that had been slashed by knives were simply wrapped in coarse cloth. But the new wounds were densely packed and more horrifying than before. Some wounds had coagulated and were stuck to the clothes, while some wounds were still oozing with blood.

As if feeling Zhang Hong's gaze, Hong Lifeng slowly raised his head and stared at Zhang Hong with a pair of blood-colored eyes.

Zhang Hong seemed to be shocked by this look. He subconsciously stepped back, but then he crawled to Hong Lifeng's side, wiped the tears and snot from his face with his sleeves and said: "Li...Li Feng, don't talk to me..." If they resist, you can tell them whatever they want to hear. If you continue like this, you will really die. "

Hong Lifeng said nothing, but looked at Zhang Hong intently. Zhang Hong frowned and said: "I, I really do it for your own good! We were abandoned by the school and dumped in a broken town. Now we are robbed and no one saves us. We don't owe them anything! We We have no relatives here, so why should we die for those who have nothing to do with us?”

Seeing that Hong Lifeng still didn't speak, Zhang Hong thought that he must be struggling, and tried harder to persuade him: "If you say everything you need to say, you will naturally be free from the pain of flesh and blood. We have to get through this first." , vote... follow that Caddis and become his person, at least you don’t have to live in the dungeon, and they can heal my feet and your injuries. "

Hong Lifeng struggled to wave to Zhang Hong. Zhang Hong thought he was injured and couldn't make a sound, so he stepped forward to hear what he had to say. Unexpectedly, Hong Lifeng raised his head and spat a thick mouthful of phlegm on Zhang Hong's face. He cursed in a hoarse voice: "Traitor! Go to hell!"

Zhang Hong's face turned red all of a sudden. His brows trembled and his eyes flashed with fierceness. He wiped away the phlegm with his sleeves and grabbed Hong Lifeng's collar: "You idiot who was brainwashed by the army, why are you trying to get in trouble with me?" .What’s wrong with surrendering with me?”

Hong Lifeng looked at Zhang Hong with a sneer, and the smile squeezed out the blood from the wounds on his face. The scars and blood stains were crisscrossed, like whips hitting Zhang Hong's heart.

Zhang Hong shook Hong Lifeng's collar vigorously, and the blood spurted out was sprinkled on his face, "No matter what sacrifice or dedication, you are just a cannon fodder. No one will remember you if your life is gone. Those high and mighty people Why don't you guys sacrifice, why should you and I sacrifice for them? You are so stupid!"

"Traitor, die!" Hong Lifeng did not argue with the hysterical Zhang Hong in front of him. He repeated this sentence over and over again, but it was surprisingly sonorous and powerful.

"Are you going to surrender or not?" Zhang Hong's voice seemed to be screaming, as if he was the one who captured Hong Lifeng.

"Traitor, die!" After Hong Lifeng said this, he spat on Zhang Hong's nose.

Zhang Hong got up in a rage, not even caring about his leg injury, and slapped Hong Lifeng to the ground. He rushed forward like a wild beast and pinched Hong Lifeng's neck with both hands.

"Bastard! You are all bastards! You, all of you, will not die well." Zhang Hong pinched Hong Lifeng so hard that his face turned purple. Hong Lifeng couldn't even make a sound, but he still looked at Zhang Hong with a pair of hateful eyes, and his lips moved silently, "Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"

"Shut up, shut up!" Zhang Hong didn't dare to look up into Hong Lifeng's eyes. He lowered his head and pinched her, unaware that a long time had passed. He pinched Hong Lifeng until he had lost his breath for a long time, and then he remembered to let go. By then, Hong Lifeng was already dead, but his eyes did not close, and he kept glaring at Zhang Hong, as if he was scolding, but also mocking. . Zhang Hong looked at the breathless Hong Lifeng, looked at the deep pinch marks on his neck, then looked at his stiff hands, and murmured: "I, I am not wrong, it is these fools who are wrong. I, I am just What's wrong with wanting to protect yourself and survive!" His voice became louder and louder, and it sounded like he was shouting.

The door of the dungeon was kicked open with a bang, and Awan and Orville rushed in. Awan said in surprise: "Damn it, the boss will kill me. This weakling actually strangled that man to death."

Orville stepped forward and kicked Zhang Hong away, who was in a daze, checked Hong Lifeng's body, and shook his head at Awan. Awan roared in rage, took out a small throwing ax from his waist, and threw it at Zhang Hong. The ax passed by Zhang Hong's cheek and chopped off one of his ears. .

Zhang Hong let out a shrill scream, covered his ears and fell to the ground. Awan stepped forward, stepped on his ears, and crushed him with the sole of his foot. Zhang Hong ignored the blood pouring from his face and hurriedly crawled to Orville like a dog and shouted: "Lord Orville, it's not my fault, that stubborn guy wants to kill me. I, I am acting in self-defense."

Orville didn't know that after Hong Lifeng was punished, he probably wouldn't even be able to curse, let alone kill people. He looked at Zhang Hong coldly and said, "The boss must be going crazy. Awan, tie this guy up and let the boss vent his anger. I hope the boss will use him to vent his anger enough so that we won't have to suffer the same fate."

"Let me vent my anger first. He is such a pickpocket. Even though he did it, I still want to beat him up once I see him."

"No, no, you can't do this. We, we are already our own people..." Zhang Hong looked at Awan walking over with clenched fists, his vision went dark, and he fainted.

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When Xiao Chen walked out of the room where the Spiritual Eye Tower was located, he felt that the world seemed to have changed. The impact Master Icasa gave him was so great that he felt like he was reincarnated.

However, the biggest gain was that he finally knew the details of the Tower of Dreams and the dangers of being a descendant of the Tower of Dreams, so that he would not unknowingly leak his identity and attract the pursuit of the Temple of Nature.

In addition, Icasa told him an ancient prophecy about the Seven Holy Towers. This was a prophecy made by the tower owner of the Spiritual Eye Tower who sacrificed his life after the God-killing War. It is written in Chinese and recorded on the last page of the Wordless File:

On the Seven Pagodas’ Day of Resurrection, when the gods awaken again,

Everyone died and scattered, and all dharma was lost.

This "fantasy" prophecy was very scary, but Xiao Chen didn't feel much pressure. After all, the Seven Saint Pagodas had disappeared for many years, and it would probably be many years before the descendants of the Seven Pagodas could be gathered together. Besides, the future can be changed. Now, the issue of survival is Xiao Chen's first consideration. After learning how terrifying the power of the truly powerful magicians in this world was, Xiao Chen felt that arming more companions with magic was a top priority. After all, the world is too close and the gods are too far away.

However, he was not prepared to reveal this information to anyone in the school until he had enough strength. Sometimes, the horror of the truth is not something everyone is willing to accept.

Xiao Chen straightened his clothes, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the hotel where he was staying. But after walking a few steps, he stopped. He saw a familiar figure at the corner ahead, which seemed to be Luo Ling.

At that moment, he seemed to see joy and excitement on Luo Ling's face, but soon they disappeared again. Luo Ling's face was still lukewarm towards him these days.

He waved to say hello to Luo Ling, but Luo Ling turned around and disappeared. By the time he ran to the street, Luo Ling had long disappeared.

"This woman!" Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards the hotel.