Chapter 193: Pastor, You Don’t Want To (Please Don’t Raise Books)
With his head held high, Ning Feng's expression was serious but without any fear, and he stared seriously at the priest standing outside his window.
"I am treated like this as a guest, and you should give me a reasonable explanation."
The tall priest was silent. He looked at Ning Feng carefully for a long time through the intertwined bandages and his rotten eyes with bugs constantly popping out.
Ning Baobo was not shaken by this horrifying scene at all, and looked straight back without fear.
The two of them just looked at each other, and no one gave an inch.
After a while, the pastor took the lead to look away and looked at the eye in the crack of the door behind Ning Feng.
clatter.
The green eyes that were originally full of resentment trembled and disappeared at the door in an instant.
Ning Feng didn't look back, he still stared at the pastor without moving away.
The pastor's eyes did not move, but continued to stare at the door, and said in a cold tone:
"...Jack, do you know that such behavior is very rude?"
After speaking, he raised his arm and threw a chain forward.
Bang!
The door that was still half-open was suddenly pushed open, and then a fat body was dragged in with iron chains.
Fat Jack, whose hair was sparse and turned like a swollen rotting corpse, rolled in and shouted miserably:
"Sir! Pastor! Listen to my explanation!!"
"That's not the case! I didn't spy on him, I was just here to patrol!"
The rotten face with no expression was distorted, and Jack kept shouting as if grasping a life-saving straw:
"Yes! I'm just here to patrol! You misunderstood me!"
The roar of fear echoed through the quiet night, but the entire Huishui was calm and quiet, without any reaction.
"lie."
Facing Jack's wailing, the pastor's eyes flashed with anger, and he tugged hard on the chains on his body.
Click, click, click!
The sound of chains rubbing together was accompanied by the sound of broken bones, and a cracking sound like exploding pulp...
"Ahhh!!! Sir! You believe me! I am thinking about everyone's safety! I...ahhh!!!"
Howling in pain, the terrifying-looking monster had no resistance under the seemingly ordinary cast iron chain, and his body could only be squeezed and bent continuously.
Faced with the tragic situation, the pastor remained unwavering and spoke coldly:
"The gods will not forgive believers who lie."
The chains continued to tighten, wrapping around Jack's body, almost cutting into his flesh!
Click, click, click...
In this permeating voice, Ning Feng finally turned around and looked at Jack, who was not far behind him.
After happily admiring the misery of the other party for a while, Ning Feng nodded with satisfaction, then turned to the priest and smiled:
"Master Priest, I say...why don't we stop here?"
Click.
The chains stopped, the priest's cold eyes paused, and he looked down at Ning Feng.
"Anyway, I wasn't hurt, and Jack was punished for his recklessness. I think this is enough for now."
After saying that, Ning Feng ignored the other party's strange gaze, turned back to look at Jack who was strangled into an adult...not like a rotting corpse, and asked seriously:
"Promise me not to do such things again in the future, can you do that?"
Ahem.
The ferocious-looking rotting corpse squirmed and shouted excitedly:
"Yes! Ahem... I will definitely not do it again!"
Originally, Jack was about to accept his fate, but unexpectedly he discovered the possibility of life at this moment. He wailed to the priest with great excitement. "Master Priest! Please believe me!"
"I have contributed to the village, please let me go!"
Treating Jack's cry as pleasant background music, Ning Feng said to the pastor with compassion on his face:
"Master Priest, you see that he has agreed like this, and I have forgiven him... Then why not let him go like this?"
"I think you don't want to lose a soldier who has dedicated his life to protecting the village because of such a trivial matter, right?"
Staring at Ning Feng's expression in silence, the priest seemed to be in a trance for a moment, unable to figure out what kind of existence the person in front of him was.
Wow…
There was no answer, but the chains wrapped around Jack's body suddenly loosened and were quickly retracted by him.
"You are...a kind lord."
Shaking his head, Ning Feng raised his right hand and put it on his chest, slowly bowed to the priest and said:
"No, you are the one who is truly merciful. It is your tolerance that forgives his mistakes. I think Jack will be very grateful to you."
Thump thump thump.
Jack behind him also reacted at this moment, quickly crawled over, and shouted loudly to Ning Feng and the pastor:
"Thank you for your kindness!"
Letting Jack's arms filled with sour liquid wrap around his calves, Ning Feng listened to the corroding sounds coming from his clothes and trouser legs, and the smile on his face did not change.
He reached out and touched Jack's sparse hair, and comforted him thoughtfully:
"Okay, go and have a rest. The safety of the village still needs you to protect it, right?"
After finally getting Jack to let go of his arms, Ning Feng silently shook off a few dead grass that he accidentally pulled out...
"What a dedicated warrior."
I am so tired that my hair is so thin.
After thinking for a while, Ning Feng bowed apologetically to the priest:
"I'm sorry, could you please arrange a room for me? It's hard for me to sleep in such an unsafe room."
This time it’s Jack, who will it be next time?
"…Then what do you want?"
Scanning the surrounding rooms, Ning Feng passed by one of the rooms with a familiar smell, and finally looked at the priest in front of him and asked softly:
"Can you let me stay in your room for one night?"
Staring deeply at Ning Feng, the pastor fell silent again.
After a while, he turned around, dragged the long chain on the ground, and walked back slowly.
Walking away with his back to Ning Feng, the pastor slowly spoke:
"plz follow me."
…
…
Walking out of the secret room where she was hiding, Shirin quickly spotted the blood moon in the sky and noticed the difference in the situation.
A battle did break out in the outside world, but it would not be a battle between the contestants, but a battle between them and the undead creatures.
Because she hadn't gone out before, Shirin didn't know that these undead creatures were just ordinary people before, but she was very lucky.
"Fortunately, I didn't come out of the secret room before, otherwise something would have happened a long time ago."
As expected of me!
First, she habitually wanted to cast several spells on herself, but after casting the invisibility spell, Shirin remembered that she was still being watched by others, so she could only temporarily change it to the flying spell.
Flying is not a profound spell, but superimposing other spells on top of other spells requires skills and operational abilities that ordinary third-level spellcasters cannot easily master.
However, although it is rare, some spellcasters with extraordinary talents or hard training in flying can still master it, which is not too outrageous.
Floating in the sky, Shireen overlooked the city that was originally peaceful but is now filled with battles.
She observed the other contestants, but did not help even when she saw them being torn apart by the angry undead.
Shireen is not the kind of sentimental Madonna, she knows exactly where she is now.
This is the scene of the competition, not a place where she comes to help others enthusiastically. Even if she has good intentions, it is meaningless at this time.
These contestants are enemies, at least Ning Feng's enemies.
If he takes action, the person he saves is likely to affect or even harm Ning Feng later, and she will not tolerate this happening.
It was a kindness of hers not to do anything secretly.
If anyone expects her to do more, that would be fanciful.
Shirin just observed, like an outsider, silently looking down from high in the sky.
Gradually, Shirin realized that something was wrong.
"Are these people really such...amateurs?"
Really unable to think of other words to describe it, Shirin could only use this word to describe the scene she saw.
Even if these undead creatures are very powerful, even if they have no way to deal with them, they won't end up running away like a bereaved dog, right?
Even if you can't trust other people, isn't it a good choice to join forces for a short time?
"Unless...unless they didn't even think of this possibility?"
no, I can not.
If they can have the confidence to participate in such a competition, they will not be unable to understand this truth.
"That is, their level of distrust in other people has reached a point where it affects their subjective judgment."
These contestants seemed to have become extremely emotional, and the negative emotions in their hearts seemed to be amplified a lot.
For no reason, Shirin thought of the sentence she heard before:
【Under the red moon, everything will return to its original state.】
"Is this how everything is originally?"
He raised his head and looked at the huge red moon in the sky.
“Is this the difference it makes?”
Shirin frowned slightly, feeling a little unsure.
Is it limited to this one city? Or does the entire island fall within the scope of this change?
If it's the latter...
"All of this doesn't look like a realm anymore."
It's more like the rules have been changed.
Has anyone taken action above the legend?
"Can Jia Silin's family have such a background? Or..."
After spending such a period of time with Ning Feng, Shilin also received some influence from him during the conversation.
think.
Take the initiative to think and think of everything as the best case scenario.
Thinking may not necessarily bring gains, but without thinking there is no way to discover the truth.
"The situation of "Star Chaser" is so special this time, and Archmage Augustus also made an exception to attend..."
Moreover, even if she has not recovered her legendary abilities now, Shirin still feels the danger due to her legendary intuition.
In this city, there were several places that exuded an aura that made her intuitively feel bad.
Castle, tower, temple.
Among the three, the aura emanating from the temple is the most ominous.
"I hope Ning Feng can avoid these places."
However, Xilin would not have thought that Ning Feng, whom she was worried about at the moment...
Sitting peacefully in the priest's room.
Ning Feng held the tea handed to him by the priest and looked at the insects floating in it. It was difficult to lift his hand on the cup...
No, it’s really unacceptable!
Come on!
I am Ning Feng Bear Grylls!
It's just a bug that can't be troubled at all... ugh.
And just when he was thinking about how to reasonably skip the tea tasting, the opportunity came.
After reaching the opposite side of Ning Feng, the pastor looked at him and asked slowly: