Swallowing hard, the old man didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling in his heart right now.
He doesn't want to die.
I really don't want to die.
He once had the name Tours, and he even had a noble surname at that time!
Although he was just a down-and-out nobleman from the lowest ranks, in this era when slaves had no names and common people had no names, Turs was once a big shot with a higher status than them.
But later, the family was destroyed, all his sons were killed, and he who escaped fell into the miserable state he is in now.
But Tours never gave up his struggle.
"I can't give up!"
As long as he can be bought from here, he has a chance to find other people for help.
I know so many nobles, and with so many years of friendship, how can I provide a little help to myself in trouble?
"Don't give up yet!"
"Anlia, my daughter, you must live! I will find you, no matter what the cost!"
Unlike his sons who died tragically, his daughter is still too young and is not dangerous... No slave merchant will kill her, but will raise her and send her to auction when she grows up.
My daughter is still waiting for me!
With this thought in mind, Turs tried to stand up from the ground, but suddenly he felt a burst of viscous liquid.
What!?
Turning his head in horror, Tours saw a clean, round port, from which blackened blood was still slowly flowing.
!!!
After being panicked for a while, Tours realized that this was the guard who was killed and decapitated by the strange boy.
"Because you want to live."
That's what he said at that time.
Recalling the words of the slave boy before, the trembling of Tours' palms gradually stopped, and he gritted his teeth and stood up.
Aren't they just dead people?
On the day when his family was destroyed, he had seen too many deaths. What was there to be afraid of now?
Standing up stiffly, the old man looked at the expressions of the slaves around him.
This small dungeon was filled with nearly a hundred slaves, and most of them stayed away from the corpses at this moment.
Turs knew what this meant. They were afraid that they would be punished as accomplices when other guards arrived.
On the other hand, there were only twenty or thirty people. Although they were also hiding, there was undisguised joy in their eyes, and they wanted to go up and kick them.
As for Tours himself, he had no place to hide, and no slave would take the risk to protect him.
He knew very well that after such a crazy move as killing the guards happened here, he, as the source, had no chance of surviving.
He now desperately wants to see his daughter again, although he knows very well in his heart that it is an impossible extravagance.
Do you resent the boy for his impulsive actions?
Tours didn't know whether he should hate that boy or not. He just felt that he finally lost his mind and went crazy after his parents passed away.
Crunch——
The harsh sound when the iron door was pushed open tore through the panic and silence in the dungeon, and a figure with a strong smell of blood walked in with a shadow on its back.
!!!
However, that was not the imaginary guard, but the crazy young man that everyone disliked.
However, his appearance now is very different from before.
His expression was still calm, but his eyes that were originally dead and calm now seemed extra bright, filled with strong will.
The biggest change was that there were more than a dozen spots of scarlet on his worn-out burlap clothes, dyeing his thin body red through the thick fibers.
The body is still thin, but the young man's presence is several times stronger than before, giving the slaves unspeakable pressure!
Stopping at the door, Ning Feng did not move forward.
He said in a voice that everyone could hear:
"I will set a fire here immediately. If you stay here, you will definitely die."
Looking at the slaves seriously, Ning Feng spoke calmly:
"If you don't want to die here, come with me."
After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation without waiting for anyone else's reaction.
wait!
"Wait a moment!"
Tours only hesitated for a moment and then stumbled after him. Anyway, he had no other chance, so this was the only choice he could make.
"You... vomit! Ahem!"
Just as he was about to speak, Turs was stimulated by the thick blood in the stairs and wanted to vomit.
!!?
What's happening here!?
This smell is much stronger than that of the boy!
Lowering his head, he saw dark red blood slowly flowing down the steps.
How many people died here!?
In the end what happened?
He paused but still forced himself to keep up. He asked hoarsely:
"Are you really going to set a fire?"
"meeting."
Someone behind Tours couldn't help but poke his head and followed him. Finally, a few slaves couldn't bear the temptation of freedom. They were also frightened at this moment and asked subconsciously:
"But, is there anyone else behind..."
"I know."
The calm and indifferent voice echoed in the bloody passage, making other sounds disappear.
"The choice has been given, it is they who make the choice."
"Some people, even if you drag them away, will still bump into the sword while praying and wailing."
"And some people, even if you don't tell them, will always follow you step by step."
The voice was calm, but it caused goosebumps to rise on Tours' skin unconsciously.
Because, with such a calm and confident tone, it was as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"……How did you know?"
After unconsciously asking such words, Turs wanted to slap himself in the face when he reacted.
Are you crazy? How to ask such a question?
"No! I..."
He wanted to make amends, but it was too late, the figure in front had already turned around.
His eyes glowed slightly with a strange scarlet color, and the young man in front of him turned back and stared at Turs who was frozen:
"I can see it."
He said:
"because I know."
Ning Feng looked at Tours, looking at the old man who chose to follow every time out of the 320 choices he made, and nodded lightly.
"I will come back because some people want to live."
"I just give them the choice."
Then, he nodded to the others following him and added:
"Besides, I've already set the fire."
Turs: What?
Then, he saw the young man pushing open the last iron door...
boom!
The noisy shouts that were isolated by the iron gate roared into Turs and their ears.
Smoke and fire, wails and laughter.
Hundreds of slaves were constantly destroying and beating the corpses of the guards who had abused them, as if they were frantically venting their pain.
There were many slaves chasing the embarrassed guards at all costs, using their hands, legs, and even their teeth!
His face was full of madness, and he looked as if he was trying to devour the guards alive!
It looked like the evil god had sent down divine punishment here.
In the suffocating atmosphere, young people say:
"see it?"
"These people, they chose to live."
Turs suddenly felt cold all over, and he understood the young man's words.
This man is a devil who sets fire.
And this fire is not just lit between buildings...