"You disappoint me so much." Mei Tiantian's cold voice came from the air. After he could no longer see her, Chang Lin didn't know what to do for a moment and fell into panic.
Chang Lin raised the gun and fired two more shots in the direction of the sound.
"This really was an opportunity for you to show your remorse. However, you didn't seize the opportunity at all, and instead showed your ugliest and worst side."
A beam of fire flew out of the void, piercing Chang Lin's hand, knocking his pistol off and setting his hand on fire. Chang Lin screamed loudly, and he hurriedly took off his clothes and slapped the flames on his hands. He was already crying bitterly. However, the magic flame was like a maggot attached to his bones, and it burned more and more vigorously under his thrashing, but it was always concentrated on his hand, not spreading to other places, and soon his hand was burnt.
During this period, Chang Lin fainted once, but was awakened by a mental whipping from Mei Tiantian and had to endure the severe pain.
"This is the consequence of shooting me. Next... the person who's looking for you has arrived." Mei Tiantian appeared from the air and landed next to Chang Lin, who was lying on the ground like mud and wailing.
Chang Lin could no longer hear what she was saying. He rolled on the ground and vaguely saw a man flying at high speed in the sky. When he got close, the man shouted viciously: "Chang Lin! You bastard! I finally caught you!"
Chang Lin lay on the ground like a half-dead dog, with a trace of fire on his scorched right hand. He couldn't hit the target, nor did he have the strength to respond to the man's words.
Mei Tiantian pointed at Chang Lin's right elbow and cut off the nerve in his right arm. He was finally freed from the severe pain in his right hand, stopped howling, and looked at the man in front of him with blood on his face, gasping for breath.
"Peng Ziyi, Mei Tiantian, she used magic to burn me, and she burned my hands, all of them were burned away." Chang Lin said intermittently.
Peng Ziyi glanced at his coal-like hands and said coldly, "Well burned."
"You, as the Minister of Intelligence, actually, actually speak like this. Even if you are a prisoner, you should have your own basic rights, right? You can arrest me and interrogate me, but you can't deliberately torture me like this." Chang Lin said.
Peng Ziyi said: "Minister of Intelligence Peng Ziyi has died in the battle with the imperial assassins just now. What is in front of you now is just a vengeful ghost. I am a dead person, and you are a dying person. There is no need to talk about rights between the dead."
"You are crazy. You actually want to kill me privately." Chang Lin didn't realize at all that he seemed to have no right to say such words.
"No matter what, it's not as good as you. It's because of you! Minister Mo Lanxin was burned to death in the conference room just now. You only had one hand burned off, and you screamed like a ghost. Imagine her pain!" Peng Ziyi looked down at Chang Lin and said, "I think you haven't experienced real pain yet. Dying like her is a very suitable ending for you."
"No, no, I still have a lot of things to explain. If you kill me like this, you will miss a lot of important information."
"I don't want to give you any more chances. Let's just end it like this." Peng Ziyi was unmoved. He turned to Mei Tiantian and said, "Tiantian, you did a good job. Now you should leave here. What's going to happen next is nothing to watch. You might have nightmares if you see it."
Mei Tiantian said: "I'm not afraid. Have you forgotten? Teacher Luo said that a magician needs a strong mind, and a strong mind comes from strong eyes. And strong eyes mean not being afraid of anything you see. If I can't even look at a person being burned to death, how can I be a good magician?"
Peng Ziyi smiled and said, "You are a little kid with a lot of smarts. But I can sense that a few magicians are approaching here. I hope you can do me a favor and stop them. If they come up, they will definitely not sit back and watch me kill Chang Lin, and it will only make things more difficult for everyone."
"Okay." Mei Tiantian agreed. Before she went downstairs, she looked back at Peng Ziyi and said, "You don't have much time left. Are you willing to disappear from this world?"
"I seem to have used a forbidden power, and my soul is already collapsing." He pointed at Chang Lin, who was standing on the ground with a look of despair, and said, "Maybe this guy and I will walk together for a while after death."
Umeda said, "In ancient times, wizards offered sacrifices and cast spells in order to gain an eternal place beside the gods. Perhaps I can give you a chance to become my spirit servant."
"Thank you, but a person with a broken soul cannot become a spirit servant."
"Of course you can. My method is different from other Dream Tower mages. You are about to become a kind of being. Rather than a spirit servant, you are more like a divine servant."
"The way you talk has changed. Who are you?"
"Of course I am Umeda Tian, but I am not just this little girl Umeda Tian. When you lose your body, remember to use the rest of your soul to imagine what I look like and recite my name. Then you will see me in my world, and then you will know the answer." Umeda Tian nodded to him and ran downstairs.
"Servant of God?" Peng Ziyi didn't quite understand what Mei Tiantian meant, but after hearing what she said, he felt a sense of security for no reason.
While the two of them were talking, Chang Lin did not calm down. He begged for mercy, pleaded, and put forward all kinds of reasons. In the final analysis, he only had one thing in mind: he hoped Peng Ziyi would spare his life.
"Please, give me a chance! Even in prison I can still do a lot of useful things for the school," he said finally.
Hearing this, Peng Ziyi, who had just watched Mei Tiantian go downstairs, said: “In my opinion, the most beneficial thing you can do for the school and the China Tower is to die!
The outcome is irreversible, why not act tougher? "
"Please..."
Peng Ziyi decided not to waste any more time talking to him. He stretched out a finger and hooked the unextinguished flame on Chang Lin's right hand. Suddenly, the flame that was left was like being doused with a bucket of gasoline and suddenly burst into flames. The fire was like a gorgeous orange-red flower, sweeping up along Chang Lin's right arm and enveloping him in a few seconds. Chang Lin was still shouting at first: "Spare me, I know I was wrong, please punish me and let me go."
After a few seconds, the pleas turned into a louder wail than before, and then the wail returned to silence, leaving only a vague human figure, like firewood under a bonfire, burning silently. (To be continued)