The wizard's medicine must be very useful - after he drank the medicine, he seemed to have a hot courage rising from his belly and pouring into his heart.
Taking advantage of this courage, Old Tom beat Justin without hesitation.
"That's a professional! I beat him while condemning his crime. He didn't dare to fight back at all. His eyes were full of tears and he kept asking me why I beat him - ah ha, it was so enjoyable!"
When Old Tom said this, he punched the air vigorously and spit out a mouthful of phlegm next to him.
"But what crime did he commit?"
someone in the crowd asked.
Old Tom's expression froze, and then he bared his teeth and looked in that direction with a fierce look on his face: "Are you eating shit like a stupid dog and getting burned? Why are you meddling in your own business? You don't accept my opinion that he is guilty?"
But his swear words with the color of mountain people did not have the deterrent effect he imagined.
He seemed to be able to hear bursts of laughter coming from the crowd. Old Tom curled his lips, cursed and spit on the ground again.
He couldn't afford to offend those people.
With the strong physique and desperate aura of the mountain people, Old Tom looked down upon ordinary people without professional ranks at all.
In his opinion, as long as those thin, monkey-like little men dared to show slight disrespect to him, he would punch them in the face - yes, you must know that this hand once broke an assassin's finger! Just now!
But in this prison on Riblade Street, there might be a professional hiding inside quietly... If they are offended...
So Old Tom didn't respond to those sneers, and just talked about his glorious deeds: "I broke one of his fingers! Yes! I broke one of the fingers of an assassin! I ran away."
It took me three blocks to get caught here—"
"He must regard you as a friend and not resist at all, right?"
Someone else laughed loudly in the crowd.
Old Tom always looked down upon people who said sour grapes - he responded with the same loud voice: "Nonsense! That bastard Justin never has any friends!"
"You are talking nonsense! I am Justin's friend!"
A dull and loud voice came from the crowd. It made Old Tom's eardrums hurt.
When he was about to silence the man with his fists, he noticed a big man nearly two meters tall standing up from the crowd. He could vaguely see a huge lion's head tattooed with gold thread on the big man's chest.
The big man's originally honest and honest face was now red and congested, and he was breathing heavily due to anger. The originally brown pupils were filled with blood as if they had been injected with blood, which was extremely scary.
...Golden Lion Fighter?
Old Tom took a step back in fear, and then felt that it was not safe, so he took several steps back until he reached the wall.
Leaning his back against the wall seemed to give him great courage. Old Tom put his hands on his hips and yelled at the opposite side at the top of his lungs: "You uneducated big guy! You deserve to go to jail! Only people like Justin deserve to be like you."
friend!"
As he said this, his eyes shrank and looked around, eager to cast an approving look in the crowd so that he could drag that person into the water together.
A Golden Lion Warrior of at least Bronze level is not something a poor guy like him without a professional level can handle.
But what disappointed him was that no one recognized his accusation. It was as if these people had given up their insistence on justice because of the intimidation of the golden lion fighter.
"I'm Justin's friend too!"
"Me too!"
"Justin is such a good person, how dare you bully him!"
At this moment, the crowd seemed to be inspired by the stupid big man. Many people stood up and approached Old Tom step by step with dangerous expressions on their faces.
Just when Old Tom was about to be surrounded and beaten by a group of people, the prison door suddenly opened.
"What are you doing?"
A cold voice sounded from the door, and the scene suddenly calmed down.
……who is it?
Old Tom squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, squinting through his fingers and looking at the person at the door.
His hair is almost white and light yellow. His pale face is dotted with two scarlet eyes, which shine slightly like wolf eyes in the dim underground prison. His waist is slightly curved, and his muscles are due to the deterioration of flesh and blood.
The atrophied limbs were slender and weak, hanging down.
He had a shabby face like a beggar, but he had an indifferent temperament that was rarely seen in the city of wealth.
Old Tom saw that the people around him suddenly became quiet. He lowered his hands and lowered his head, and suddenly he felt something clear in his heart.
...This kid is the manager of Riblade Street, the legendary undead?
It doesn't look like anything extraordinary. It has two arms and two legs, and it doesn't have the stench of corpses all over its body like those bards said. There are also patch-like stitches on its belly...
After watching the undead enter the house, he immediately pressed it with something on hand a few times, and a buzzing sound sounded for no reason. He was immediately in awe of the undead.
Look at it making such magical noises - it's actually a necromancer!
Old Tom caressed his suddenly aching abdomen and watched with confusion as the undead kept operating something around him. It seemed that the sound of water was coming from far away. Around him, the prisoners seemed to gradually remember something.
They were talking about terrible things, with panic expressions on their faces, and they were saying something to each other in very low voices, but Old Tom couldn't hear them clearly at all.
But in Old Tom's opinion, it was probably to prevent an explosion.
I could hear it before, and the explosion was getting closer and closer. It seemed that the wizard was also a little panicked, and started to adjust some profound things that only wizards understand.
At this time, those tall wizards who like to live there will have a headache. This underground prison is actually an extremely safe place.
After all, it’s impossible for a bomb to go underground, right?
After watching the "necromancer" working there for a long time, Old Tom felt that the pain in his abdomen had increased to an unbearable level, so he couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a loud howl that startled the people around him, and then
He then started to kneel on the ground, holding his stomach, rolling and wailing, attracting everyone's mocking and surprised eyes——
But even so, the terrible colic showed no sign of stopping.
It felt as if the internal organs were being ravaged by someone. The stomach and intestines were twitching and tangled together, twitching with a force that could almost break the bones.
...Is that the bottle of potion?
Old Tom suddenly understood.
I heard that wizards like to find people to do experiments on...
It's probably some kind of test...but this test is too painful.
Even now, Old Tom doesn't want to admit that he found the wrong person. That would make him look too stupid.
Suddenly, Old Tom suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the pain in his abdomen seemed to have been weakened a lot.
However, that is not a sign of salvation.
To put it bluntly, it is a kind of realization that the death row inmate feels that his death is near.
Ah, am I going to die?
Speaking of which, if I had been nicer to Justin from the beginning, I wouldn't have ended up in this situation...
...Speaking of which, why on earth was I hostile to Justin in the first place?
Suddenly, he felt an unimaginable heat welling up from the bottom of his heart, and for no reason, he was moved to tears.
The world in front of him seemed to be silhouetted by the dark halo, the sounds and colors gradually faded away from him, and the pain in his belly suddenly disappeared completely.
The heart that had long since decayed had become as hot as fire at this moment. Old Tom felt the heart in his chest beating extremely powerfully, and for the first time he felt the beauty of life.
If, at that time, I-
Old Tom's cloudy eyes trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, as if he had something to say——
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