"Please heal my leg. I don't want to become a cripple! I've said everything..." Zhang Hong lay at the door of the dungeon, begging the guard outside. His leg was broken in Suero Town. At that time, Hong Lifeng simply bandaged and fixed it, and he never received treatment. On the way here, he was treated roughly by the bandits, and it seemed that it was dislocated again. Now one of his calves is swollen badly. He knows that if no one helps him to heal, even if this leg is barely healed, it will never be restored to its original state.
There was no movement outside, and no other sounds in the house. Hong Lifeng had been taken away for a long time, and they wanted to force him to tell the secret of the gun. Zhang Hong wanted to make a contribution, but he didn't know guns and was powerless in this matter. He also suggested that Hong Lifeng didn't speak Spanish well, and he could be a translator, but Cadiz ignored him.
Zhang Hong was screaming there alone. After a while, he seemed to have lost all his energy. He fell to the ground and became motionless. Then he slowly began to sob.
Zhang Hong cried and cursed quietly, starting with Enrique who beat him, then Luo Ling who assigned him to Suero, Xiao Chen who had caused trouble for him, Li Jia and Ji Yijun who had a feud with him, and then he started cursing Hong Lifeng who failed to protect him. He cursed for a long time, using all kinds of dirty words, but he was careful not to curse Cadiz at all.
This man was so terrifying that Zhang Hong didn't even have the courage to resist. He was just a small lecturer in the Foreign Languages College. In front of a murderous bandit, he was like a dogtail grass in the wind.
Just when Zhang Hong was crying out of breath, the door of the dungeon suddenly opened, and Awan and Orvel walked in carrying the blood-covered Hong Lifeng. Awan laughed at Zhang Hong who was crying uncontrollably, "This wimp is crying, and the tone of his crying is almost like singing, even more effeminate than a real effeminate."
"Maybe you should find some time to comfort him." Orville sneered.
Awan punched Orville and then spat at Zhang Hong. "Fuck you, only old Val likes this tune. He can't do it down there, so he needs to find someone soft enough. Haha."
The two men threw the dying Hong Lifeng to the ground, too lazy to pay any more attention to Zhang Hong, turned around and walked out of the dungeon, locking the door again.
Zhang Hong was startled by the two men. He was so frightened that he kept his head on the ground and did not dare to make a sound. Only when he could no longer hear the footsteps of the two men did he dare to look up at Hong Lifeng.
Hong Lifeng's body was covered with bloody marks from being whipped. Perhaps the bandits were afraid that he would die. The previous wounds on his neck and chest were simply wrapped with coarse cloth. However, the new wounds were densely packed and more terrifying than the previous ones. Some of the wounds had already coagulated and stuck to the clothes, while some of the wounds were still oozing blood.
As if feeling Zhang Hong's gaze, Hong Lifeng slowly raised his head and stared at Zhang Hong with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Zhang Hong seemed to be startled by the look. He subconsciously stepped back a little, but then crawled to Hong Lifeng's side, wiped the tears and snot on his face with his sleeve and said, "Li... Lifeng, don't fight them head-on. Just say whatever they want to hear. If you keep going like this, you'll really die."
Hong Lifeng didn't say anything, but just stared at Zhang Hong. Zhang Hong frowned and said, "I, I really do this for your own good! We were abandoned by the school and thrown into a broken town. Now we are robbed and no one saves us. We don't owe them anything! We have no relatives or friends here, why should we die for those irrelevant people?"
Seeing that Hong Lifeng still didn't speak, Zhang Hong thought that he must be struggling, so he urged him again: "If you say everything you need to say, you won't suffer any more. We have to get through this first, and surrender... If we follow that Kadis and become his people, at least we won't have to live in the dungeon, and they can also treat my feet and heal your wounds."
Hong Lifeng waved to Zhang Hong with great effort. Zhang Hong thought he was injured and couldn't make any sound, so he moved closer to him to listen to what he said. Unexpectedly, Hong Lifeng raised his head and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Zhang Hong's face. He cursed in a hoarse voice: "Traitor! Go to hell!"
Zhang Hong's face suddenly turned red, his brows trembling, his eyes flashing with ferocity, he wiped off the spit with his sleeve and grabbed Hong Lifeng by the collar: "You idiot who was brainwashed by the army, why are you trying to make things difficult for me? What's wrong with surrendering with me?"
Hong Lifeng looked at Zhang Hong with a sneer on his face, and that sneer made the wounds on his face draw blood again. The scars and bloodstains crisscrossed each other, like whips lashing Zhang Hong's heart.
Zhang Hong shook Hong Lifeng's collar vigorously, and blood spurted out and splashed on his face. "What sacrifice, what dedication? You are just a cannon fodder. No one will remember you even if you die. Why don't those high-ranking guys sacrifice themselves? Why should you and I sacrifice for them? You are stupid! Really stupid!"
"Traitor, die!" Hong Lifeng didn't argue with the hysterical Zhang Hong in front of him. He just kept repeating the same sentence over and over again, but it was surprisingly powerful.
"Are you going to surrender or not?" Zhang Hong's voice sounded like a scream, as if he was the one who captured Hong Lifeng.
"Traitor, die!" After saying this, Hong Lifeng spat into Zhang Hong's nose.
Zhang Hong flew into a rage, not even caring about his leg injury. He slapped Hong Lifeng to the ground. He pounced on him like a wild beast and grabbed Hong Lifeng's neck with both hands.
"Asshole! You are all assholes! All of you, shall die a miserable death." Zhang Hong used his hands to pinch Hong Lifeng so hard that his face turned purple. Hong Lifeng couldn't even make a sound, but he still looked at Zhang Hong with a pair of hateful eyes, his lips silently moving, "Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"
"Shut up, shut up!" Zhang Hong didn't dare to look up at Hong Lifeng's eyes. He lowered his head and pinched him, not realizing that a long time had passed. He pinched Hong Lifeng until he had no breath for a long time before he remembered to let go. At this time, Hong Lifeng had already died, but his eyes were not closed. He kept glaring at Zhang Hong, as if he was scolding and mocking him. Zhang Hong looked at Hong Lifeng, who had no breath, at the deep pinch marks on his neck, and then at his stiff hands, and murmured: "I, I am not wrong, it is these fools who are wrong. I, I just want to protect myself and want to live, what's wrong with that! What's wrong with that!" His voice became louder and louder, and it sounded like he was shouting at the end.
The door of the dungeon was kicked open with a bang, and Awan and Orville rushed in. Awan was surprised and said, "Damn it, the boss would have chopped me off, but this wimp strangled that guy to death."
Orville stepped forward and kicked Zhang Hong away, who was in a daze, and checked Hong Lifeng's body, then shook his head at Awan. Awan roared in anger, took out a small throwing axe from his waist, and threw it at Zhang Hong. The axe passed by Zhang Hong's cheek and chopped off one of his ears.
Zhang Hong screamed miserably and fell to the ground, covering his ears. Awan walked up to him, stepped on his ear and crushed it with his foot. Zhang Hong didn't care about the blood on his face, and quickly crawled to Orvel like a dog and shouted, "Lord Orvel, it's not my fault. That stubborn guy wanted to kill me. I, I was acting in self-defense."
Orville knew that after Hong Lifeng was tortured, he would not be able to curse anyone, let alone kill someone. He looked at Zhang Hong coldly and said, "The boss must be furious. Awan, tie this guy up and let the boss vent his anger. I hope the boss will vent his anger on him so that we don't have to suffer."
"Let me vent my anger first. He is such a traitor. Even though he confessed, I still want to beat him up every time I see him."
“No, no, you can’t do this, we, we are already family…” Zhang Hong looked at Awan walking towards him with clenched fists, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.
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Xiao Chen walked out of the room where the Spirit Eye Tower was located, and felt that the world seemed to have changed. The impact that Master Ikasa had brought to him was so great that he felt as if he had been reborn.
However, the biggest gain was that he finally knew the details of the Dream Tower and the dangers of being the heir of the Dream Tower, so he would not leak his identity without knowing it and attract the pursuit of the Temple of Nature.
In addition, Ikasa told him an ancient prophecy about the Seven Holy Towers. This was a prophecy made by the master of the Spirit Eye Tower at the cost of his life after the war of killing gods. It was written in Chinese and recorded on the last page of the Wordless Scroll:
On the day when the seven towers are revived, when the gods awaken again,
All people will die and everything will be lost.
This "fantasy" prophecy is very scary, but Xiao Chen doesn't feel much pressure. After all, the Seven Holy Towers have disappeared for many years, and it will take many years to gather the descendants of the Seven Towers. Besides, the future can be changed. Now, the issue of survival is Xiao Chen's first consideration. Knowing how terrible the power of the truly powerful magicians in this world is, Xiao Chen feels that it is urgent to arm more companions with magic. After all, the secular world is too close and the gods are too far away.
However, he was not prepared to reveal this information to anyone in the school before he had enough strength. Sometimes, not everyone was willing to accept the horror of the truth.
Xiao Chen straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and walked towards the hotel where he was staying. However, after walking a few steps, he stopped. He saw a familiar figure at the corner in front of him, who seemed to be Luo Ling.
At that moment, he seemed to see joy and excitement on Luo Ling's face, but they soon disappeared, and Luo Ling's expression towards him was still the same as in the past few days.
He waved to say hello to Luo Ling, but Luo Ling turned around and disappeared. When he ran to the street corner, Luo Ling was nowhere to be seen.
"This woman!" Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards the hotel.