As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

Turning his head hastily, he saw a man standing by the side of the street holding a shiny dagger in his hand.

Seeing her looking at him, the man grinned.

Then he raised the dagger provocatively, slashed across his neck, and made a threatening gesture of cutting her throat.

"……Who are you?"

The silver-haired girl pressed her sword hilt and asked coldly.

The man didn't answer.

Bright red blood slowly oozes from his neck.

It wasn't a threat just now.

—he literally cut his own throat!

"Clap."

The body of the second stranger fell before her.

The man stared blankly at the ground.

There was no fear on his face, just a kind of glad relief.

It was as if he had just woken up from a long nightmare... and finally regained himself.

Chapter 65 It's amazing!

"What the hell happened on this street?"

Meeting two crazy people in a row, the silver-haired girl felt a little confused.

Looking at the two corpses, she couldn't understand how Black Street, a place where fighting often happened, suddenly became a gathering place for suicides.

"Hehe...hehehehe..."

Maybe it was the sound just now that disturbed the surroundings.

More and more weird laughter came from the darkness and began to approach her slowly.

"Better get out of here quickly."

The silver-haired girl didn't stay where she was, and rushed into an alley at a faster pace.

These people are basically weak and pose no threat to her.

But the way of suicide for no reason made her feel a little creepy.

"I...so painful..."

While running at high speed, from time to time, a low voice came from the ear, full of despair and pleading:

"Why didn't you kill me...why?"

These voices kept ringing from her, around, and behind her.

It's obviously like a hallucination, but it sounds extremely real.

"kill me……"

"kill me!"

Dodging one figure after another that flew towards her, she had to stun them to the ground with her scabbard to avoid pursuit.

"How many times is this already?"

Looking at the messy bodies behind her, she evened out her slightly shortness of breath, and was secretly startled:

"I don't know if it's helpful to knock them unconscious. If they don't return to normal after waking up...then I can only say sorry."

"Also, where did the escaped corpse go?"

While recalling the demeanor and words of those people just now, she turned her head and looked around:

"I didn't feel any dark energy, and these people didn't seem to be affected by spells such as mind control, but more like they were stimulated by drugs;"

"Where is the Necromancer that the steward said?"

"Could it be that the butler...has been killed?"

With a lot of questions, she began to search this slightly empty street.

——If they weren't all gathered together, the actual number of people wandering on the street was not that many, probably less than a hundred people in total.

Under her deliberate avoidance, she never encountered the harassment of those mad suicides again.

"Go to hell... Stranger!"

"Get off this block! This is our place..."

While passing a building, suddenly heard some different sounds.

These voices were full of violence, completely different from those of those desperate suicides.

"Puff!"

"Ping!"

She quietly came to the place where the sound came from, and saw a group of thugs surrounding a carriage, trying to attack the people hiding behind the carriage.

This carriage is very big, and the carriage is also very strong, and it happened to be stuck in the middle of an intersection.

A man dressed as a coachman stood calmly behind the car, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

Every time someone tried to overturn the goods in the compartment, he would hit the opponent's hand with a wooden stick, and his movements were accurate and fast.

"These guys are disgusting!"

A voice drifted out from behind the coachman:

"Xiu, why didn't you kill them? They blocked our way!"

From the coachman's shoulder emerged a small human girl-like thing, but it was very miniature and had a pair of transparent wings on its body.

She seemed very upset, kept waving her fists, and yelled at the coachman:

"Don't forget that we have to meet up with other people! What if we miss the time!"

"no need to worry."

The driver's voice sounded very steady, and he answered while waving the stick:

"These people just drank the potion that made their spirits fall into chaos, and they became like this after being influenced by you."

"Snapped!"

He repelled one's hand, and then said:

"The effect will last for an hour at most and the effect will dissipate temporarily, and then we will be able to break through."

"Hmph, temporarily?"

The little girl with wings said unhappily:

"Then if you can't get out, wouldn't we still be trapped here!"

"What it is?"

Originally, the silver-haired girl saw that the other party's skills were good, she didn't look like an ordinary person, so she didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

But after seeing that weird little girl, he subconsciously changed his mind.

"Bang bang bang-!"

She rushed out from the dark, and the scabbard knocked on the backs of the thugs' heads continuously, knocking them all out.

"Wow, this woman is amazing."

The little girl with wings turned somersaults in surprise, looked at the silver-haired girl and said:

"Xiu, beware of her attacking us! You don't have a bow and arrow now, you are as weak as a Rocky cat."

(Rocky cat: a cat that lives in the jungle, with nimble and agile movements but not much attack power.)

"I'm not going to attack you, I'm here to help you."

The silver-haired girl put down the sword, and said in a gentle tone as much as possible:

"Who are you? It's dangerous here now, it's best to leave immediately."

"Can you... hear me?"

The little girl with wings showed a look of surprise, flapped her wings and flew to her side, and circled around her:

"It's just a human, it's really strange."

"Doris, come back!"

The coachman stared at the bright red pupils of the silver-haired girl, and shouted sharply:

"Stay away from that human!"

"Are you a fairy?"

Egwen stretched out her finger and tapped the little girl's face lightly.

The tentacles are soft.

Obviously, the other party is not a projection, but a real thing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The little girl with wings cried out.

She quickly flew to the rear, pointed at the silver-haired girl and said in shock:

"Human—that human just touched me! She seems to be able to see me! She can still hear me!"

"—Hey, human, can you really see me?"

The little girl flew back again without waiting for the coachman to answer.

Then he smacked the silver-haired girl's face with his hand in retaliation: