On the Seven Towers

"You disappoint me so much." Umedada's cold voice came from the air. After losing sight of her person, Chang Lin didn't know what to do for a while and fell into panic.

Chang Lin raised his gun and fired two more shots in the direction of the sound.

"This was really a chance for you to show remorse. However, you didn't grasp it at all. Instead, you showed your ugliest and worst side."

A burst of fire flew from the void, piercing Chang Lin's hand, knocking off his pistol, and igniting his hand. Chang Lin screamed loudly. He took off his clothes in a panic and slapped the flame on his hand. As he was taking pictures, he looked like he was crying. However, this magical flame was like a maggot attached to the bone. It burned more and more fiercely under his fluttering, but it was always concentrated on his hand and did not spread to other places. Soon his hand was scorched.

During this period, Chang Lin fainted once, but was awakened by Umedada's mental whip, and had to endure the severe pain.

"This is the consequence of shooting me. Next...the person looking for you has arrived." Umedada appeared from the sky and landed next to Chang Lin, who was lying on the ground like mud and wailing.

Chang Lin could no longer hear what she was saying. He was rolling on the ground and vaguely saw a man flying towards him at high speed from the sky. When he got closer, the man shouted viciously: "Chang Lin! You bastard! Finally caught me." It’s your turn!”

Chang Lin lay on the ground like a half-dead dog, with a trace of flame on his withered right hand. He couldn't hit the energy and didn't have the energy to respond to the man's words.

Umeda pointed at Chang Lin's right elbow and cut off the nerves in his right arm. He was finally freed from the severe pain in his right hand, stopped howling, and panted heavily as he looked at the man in front of him with his face covered in blood.

"Peng Ziyi, Umeda, she used magic to burn me, and my hand was burned by her, and it was gone." Chang Lin said intermittently.

Peng Ziyi glanced at his coal-like hands and said coldly: "It burned well."

"You, as the head of the Intelligence Department, actually, you actually said that. Even a prisoner should have his own basic rights, right? You can arrest me and interrogate me, but you can't deliberately torture me like this." Chang Lin said.

Peng Ziyi said: "Minister of Intelligence Peng Ziyi died in the battle with the imperial assassin just now. What is in front of you now is just a vengeful ghost. I am a dead person, and you are a person who is about to die, There is no need to talk about rights between the dead."

"You're crazy, you actually want to kill me privately." Chang Lin didn't realize at all that he didn't seem qualified to say such a thing.

"No matter what, I can't compare to you, just because of you! Minister Mo Lanxin was burned alive in the conference room just now. You just had one of your hands burned off, and you are howling like this. Think of her pain Come on!" Peng Ziyi looked down at Chang Lin and said, "I think you haven't experienced the real pain yet. Dying like her is a very suitable ending for you."

"No, no, I still have a lot of things I haven't explained. You, if you kill me like this, you will miss a lot of important information."

"I don't want to give you any more chances. Let's just end it like this." Peng Ziyi was unmoved, and he said to Umedada, "Tiantian, you did a good job, now you leave here. What's going to happen next It’s nothing interesting to watch. It might give you nightmares.”

Umedada said: "I'm not afraid. Have you forgotten? Teacher Luo said that magicians need a strong mind most, and a strong mind comes from strong eyes. And strong eyes mean not to be afraid of anything you see. . How can I be a mage if I can't even look at a person being burned to death?"

Peng Ziyi smiled and said: "You are a little kid. But I have already felt that several magicians are approaching here. I hope you will do me a favor and stop these people. If they come up, they will definitely not sit back and watch me. Killing Chang Lin will only make things more difficult for everyone."

"Okay." Umedada agreed. Before she went downstairs, she looked back at Peng Ziyi and said, "You don't have much time left. Are you willing to disappear in this world?"

"I seem to have used a forbidden power, and my soul is already collapsing." He pointed at Chang Lin, who was on the ground with a face of despair. "Maybe this guy and I will walk together for a while after death."

Umeda said: "In ancient times, mages sacrificed and cast spells in order to gain an eternal position beside the gods. Maybe I can give you a chance to become my spiritual attendant."

"Thank you, but people with broken souls cannot become spiritual attendants."

"Of course it is possible. My method is different from other Dream Tower mages. You are about to become that kind of existence. It is better to say that you are a divine servant than a spiritual servant."

"The way you talk has changed. Who are you?"

"Of course I am Umedada, but I am not just this little girl Umedada. After you lose your body, remember to use your remaining soul to imagine my appearance and recite my name, and then you can When you meet me in my world, you will know the answer." Umedada nodded to him and ran downstairs.

"Godly Attendant?" Peng Ziyi didn't quite understand what Umedada meant, but after hearing what she said, he felt at ease for no reason.

During the conversation between the two of them, Chang Lin did not calm down. He begged for mercy, begged, and presented various reasons. In the final analysis, there was only one thing: he hoped that Peng Ziyi could spare his life.

"Please, give me a chance! Even in prison, I can still do a lot of useful things for the school." He finally said.

Hearing this, Peng Ziyi, who had just watched Mei Tiantian go downstairs, said: "In my opinion, the most beneficial thing you can do for the school and the China Tower is to die!

The ending is irreversible, why not show some toughness?"

"Please..."

Peng Ziyi decided not to waste time talking to him, stretched out a finger, and hooked the unextinguished flame on Chang Lin's right hand. Suddenly, the flame that was only a little left suddenly burst into flames like a bucket of gasoline. The fire was like a gorgeous orange-red flower, sweeping up along Chang Lin's right arm, and in a few seconds, it wrapped him up. At first, Chang Lin was still shouting: "Spare my life, I know I was wrong, please punish me and let me go."

After a few seconds, the begging turned into a louder wail than before, and then the wail returned to silence, leaving only a half-formed figure, like firewood under a bonfire, burning silently.