The intertwining of blood and fire turned into a dazzling scarlet color, making people shudder.
There was crazy killing intent surging in the air, causing the hearts of those who smelled it to tremble along with it.
Boom, boom, boom!
It's calling.
Join us.
Be us!
There is a force pushing everyone to join in this carnival and become a part of this feast.
Gu...
Swallowing his saliva hard, Tours suddenly woke up.
"My Lord..."
Turs had seen such fire before.
At that time, such a fire destroyed his family's only house, a three-story building with a small garden.
It's just that he was the one who was robbed at that time, but now he is one of the people who are about to join.
His lips moved, and Tours looked at the young man in front of him.
The other person's face looked the same as his age, and there was still an unconcealable youthfulness in his thin face.
Although there are many scars on his body, his face splattered with blood is somewhat delicate.
They are commodities ready to be sold, and unlike those slaves who can only be used as coolies, each of the Turs people has something special.
Someone who can read, can sing, has strength...or simply has some good looks for people to choose from, a young man should be the last one.
But even this seemingly harmless face looked a bit ferocious under the firelight.
Like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour, a demon emerging from the abyss of fire, or the abyss itself.
Because the young man was calm from beginning to end, facing this increasingly crazy atmosphere and guiding the development of things, he was indeed unusually calm.
There was no temptation or inducement, he just turned his head quietly and seemed to be having a casual conversation.
demon.
Although Turs is only a light believer, he has also heard of the legend of demons.
This person is definitely a devil!
Only the devil can confuse people's hearts and allow such madness to come.
But Tours's heart was a little complicated, because he did get help from the young man, otherwise he would have been dragged out and beaten to death by now.
"My Lord..."
But before Turs could finish speaking, an outburst of noise made everyone recover from the shock.
They turned their heads and saw what was happening over there.
A group of slaves covered in wounds gathered together, dragging a fat man who had passed out unconscious, along a long bloody path.
"Got it!!!"
"Kill him! Let me kill him! He killed my wife!"
"Burning! Must be burned!"
"Yes! You can't give them any advantage! You must burn them at the stake!"
"Don't let the others go, let them go into the abyss together!"
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Burning.
The punishment method that will be used on cultists, more than one church of the gods has declared that those who die by burning will not be able to enter the kingdom of God, and can only fall into the bottomless abyss.
Seeing the excitement and madness on their faces, Tours felt a chill for no reason.
These people have gone crazy.
Although they are doing things for revenge, they seem to have become part of the madness.
They hurriedly tied the unconscious slave trader to the pillar in the center of the excitement - which was originally used to whip erring slaves.
Someone found wood, and someone else dragged in more dead or unconscious guards, and piled them under the pillar, ready to light a fire.
But just when the madness was about to reach its peak, a loud sound of metal explosion stopped all movements.
Ning Feng stood in front of the iron gate, threw down the hand ax he had used to strike, and said calmly to the slaves who were looking at him:
"I want to get out of here now."
"If you want to live, come with me."
After saying that, he still didn't give them time to react and walked directly towards the back door of the base.
Some of the slaves who did not understand what was happening were stunned, some were confused, and some were entangled.
Most of the slaves knew the young man. It was he who killed the guards with ghostly movements and released them from captivity, but now he was leaving.
Some people stayed where they were.
There are those who simply want revenge and do not want to leave. Such people will not leave this place unless they watch the slave merchants burn to death.
Another group of people who are greedy for the money of slave merchants are looking for secret passages and plundering everywhere in the base.
Some people chose to keep up.
They also wanted revenge, but still chose to follow.
The figure in front of them gave them an inexplicable attraction, and after some hesitation they chose to follow.
Turs was one of them. Although the boy gave him a terrible feeling, it was better to follow such an existence than to stay with those guys who were completely crazy.
It's scary, but also reassuring.
Once they had nothing, but now they have nothing but regained freedom and life.
Since they are already in hell, no one cares whether the person leading them ahead is a demon.
No one cares.
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…
Following Ning Feng, about a hundred slaves followed spontaneously. Some clever ones even put on clothes taken from others along the way, and also collected some food and money.
Listening to the screams and cheers from behind, Turs, who was closest to Ning Feng, asked in a low voice:
"...Don't you need to ask for information?"
"unnecessary."
Without stopping, Ning Feng shook his head and said matter-of-factly:
"He's not strict with his mouth, they are all the same."
Not strict?
Turs recalled the previous situation and realized that Ning Feng didn't approach the fat man at all...did he ask about it before?
Ning Feng, on the other hand, was sorting out the same information from thirty-three repetitions, as well as a conclusion that he couldn't quite understand:
"Some people's spirits seem to be quite fragile."
why?
Why do you faint every time? Why are you scared to death thirteen times?
Ning Feng really couldn't understand it.
Obviously what he did was ten thousand times crueler than what others did to him, but when it happened to him, why was he so unacceptable?
Hard to understand.
Seeing Ning Feng's firm steps, as if he already had a place in mind, Tours asked:
"where are we going?"
"I still do not know yet."
Ning Feng shook his head and then nodded, walking straight towards the sunset.
"But we'll find out later."
You will always know.
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On this day, Ning Feng led this group of homeless slaves on an unknown journey without a destination.
At this moment, following him...
There are a total of one hundred and eighty-two figures.