Chapter 138 Chapter 138 The White Wolf King thought about it and decided...

The White Wolf King thought about it and decided to find the arsonist first.

If the other party wants to leave, he will send them away and then deal with the culprit to prevent the other party from being implicated by the culprit's anger. If the other party is willing to help, they can help each other, and having an extra helper is not too bad.

If it is an enemy, it is better to find it first, so as not to be attacked from behind and not know what is going on.

Having made up his mind, the White Wolf King changed direction and walked towards the source of the smell of fire.

At this time, Bai Tianming had already found Samor by following the protective spell left behind.

In front of him was a bleeding elephant with people hanging all over it. However, these people had no lower bodies, and their upper bodies seemed to have grown out of the elephant. They were focused on stretching out their arms, like a group of gibbons without hair. They were howling and waving their hands, as if they could call anyone over with just a wave of their hands, and rushed towards Samor.

While Samor was retreating and looking for an opportunity to escape, he suddenly saw Bai Tianming appear not far away. He looked like he had seen a ghost. His face turned pale, his pupils dilated, he took a breath, his body swayed, he hit a rock and fell down.

The elephant's eyes lit up, and he hummed. He raised his trunk and rushed towards the fallen Samor, trying to crush him with his big paws.

Bai Tianming took out a bottle from his pocket and threw it at the elephant. The elephant was hit right on target. With a loud bang, the bottle broke and the flames inside rushed out like a poisonous snake and bit the elephant's skin fiercely.

The elephant let out a howl, and suddenly began to tremble all over, falling to the ground. Then, the flames spreading across the surface of its skin quickly burned the elephant into pitch black, along with the half-human remains on its body.

Those people tried to climb off the elephant while crying, but there was no way to leave. They could only beat the flames on their bodies with their hands, but the flames would not go out.

Those people begged Bai Tianming, "Please let me go, let me go! I just happened to be on this elephant! I had no other choice! I am a good person!"

But the flames did not listen to them, and devoured them at an even faster speed, as if extremely angry, making crackling sounds, like a horse raising its upper body and neighing.

They screamed, wailed, and trembled, their skin turning black all over their bodies. They huddled together, and soon, they were tangled together like a pot of hair algae, completely inseparable, without any other color, and no longer moving.

Bai Tianming passed by this huge and strange group of corpses and walked towards Samor who was trembling all over.

Samor felt as if his whole body was stuck with glue and he couldn't move. He could only stare at Bai Tianming with his eyes wide open.

Bai Tianming stopped in front of him, looked him over, and asked calmly, "Are you hurt?"

He froze for a moment, then tentatively raised his arm, trembling. He rolled up his sleeves and showed Bai Tianming the scraped, blood-red flesh. He frowned, a hint of grievance on his face, like a kindergarten kid complaining, "It hurts."

This was the only word he could utter now, and his voice was trembling, as if it was not his skin that was broken, but he was hit by a huge, heavy board that fell from the sky.

Bai Tianming took out a bottle of water from his pocket and poured it on his wound. He shuddered, thinking it might be very painful and didn't dare to look at the wound. However, when he closed his eyes and felt it, it didn't seem to hurt anymore. He quickly turned his head and took a closer look.

The injury has healed.

He was so overjoyed that he was speechless for a moment. Instead, tears filled his eyes and he began to cry.

"It's not safe here," Bai Tianming put the bottle back into his pocket and said to him, "Do you want me to take you upstairs?"

"Is it okay?" He got up from the ground and patted the dust off his clothes. He was almost excited, but he didn't know whether it was a good idea to reveal such emotions now, so he tried his best to restrain himself so as not to look too mentally unstable.

After all, the outside is different from here.

"Okay." Bai Tianming nodded and asked, "Do you want to go up now?"

He looked up at the sky and couldn't see any way to leave. He blinked and was a little skeptical, but when he thought of Bai Tianming appearing and solving the crisis for him, he felt that although he couldn't find a way to leave, Bai Tianming should be able to find it.

He nodded vigorously, eager and hopeful, as happy as a child who had just received a handful of candy during the Spring Festival. With clear eyes, he said, "Okay, okay! I want to go up now!"

He suddenly hesitated again, scratched his cheek, and hesitated to ask tentatively, "Where will I be after I go up there? Will I meet anyone else? What will they do to me when they see me?"

If he still died after going up, then why did he need to go up? Although staying here was terrible, like being in hell and suffering endless torture, he was still alive.

There is still a difference between being alive and being dead. He cannot blur the line between the two because that would be too difficult for him.

The reason why he joined that group of believers who believed in disgusting things was simply because he could take the opportunity to find a place to live and eat.

Although the rice was cooked in a big pot and a group of people lined up to get some, it was sticky and mixed together in a colorful mess. You couldn't tell what its original shape or color was. In the end, it all turned brown and yellow and lay soft at the bottom of the pot, like a pool of freshly dug mud. It gave off a complex mixed smell. If you smelled it for a long time, you would want to vomit. It was foul-smelling, like the smell from a nearby garbage dump or toilet. But it was food after all, so you could still eat it. Besides, they didn't die, nor did they get sick from it, so they could still survive.

Although the residence was a house whose original appearance was hard to tell, the kitchen was used as a clothes drying yard, there was no balcony, there was only one toilet, which also served as a bathroom, the sink was piled with things like facial cleanser, hand cream, and hand sanitizer, and the floor was littered with shoes, socks, scales, and plastic bags. There were only two-tiered steel-frame beds with clothes hangers hanging beside them. On the hangers were hung all kinds of cheap and fancy clothes, the fabrics were rough and abrasive, making the more fancy the clothes, the more ridiculous they looked. The living room was filled with beds and miscellaneous items, and at night, I didn't know which bed was occupied and which was not. The only good thing was that there was no eerie atmosphere at any time. In short, it didn't matter if I rested or slept in such a place.

If you don't care about anything, you can still get by.

He thought of the bathroom again. There was a wall in front of the squat toilet, a wall behind it, and a wall on the right. There was an open space on the left, a sink in front of the open space, and a door on the right. The door was fine, but the shower head on the wall had a rather long pipe, so it was difficult to use. However, the temperature never suddenly became very hot or very cold, which was a good thing.

He had just taken a bath before coming. After all, for believers, meeting God is a big deal, and bathing is not excessive. On the contrary, it makes him appear more pious. Even if he doesn't want to, the people who come with him will urge him to do it, as if he will be a burden to them if he doesn't do it.

No matter what the reason was, he was clean when he came here, but now he is so dirty. It would be fine if he couldn't remember it, but as soon as he remembered it, he felt itchy all over and wanted to dive into the sink and wash himself thoroughly.

His desire to live became stronger.

He looked at Bai Tianming with such strong longing, as if he had just swallowed a searchlight. The light shone from his eyes and shone brightly on Bai Tianming's face. He wished he could turn the night into day. Even if he didn't say a word now, anyone could see what he meant.

"I'll take you to the cliff, a little further out," Bai Tianming thought. He had been standing there when he came here. He could move this position back a little, which would be safer because it would keep him further away from the cliff. He remembered that before he came down, there were people guarding the outside of the cliff. Those people were not believers. In that case, it should be safer than staying among the believers. As long as he didn't jump down again, he would most likely survive. "You shouldn't die."

Samor laughed out loud, like a student who had prayed desperately for a perfect score on the test and finally got the corresponding test paper. He looked like he had gotten what he wanted. He almost cried for joy, but he wiped his face, which was red, and held back his tears. He didn't cry, so as not to cause trouble to others and waste his own time. He took a deep breath, straightened his back, like an award recipient standing on the podium and stretching out his hand.

Although every part of his body was aching, as if reminding him that he had over-exerted and his muscles could no longer be stretched and would soon completely tear, he was extremely happy because he could leave here soon.

"Then send me out now! Thank you!" Samor looked straight at Bai Tianming, his eyes like a fishhook, hooking Bai Tianming. He felt that he had never been so serious as he was now. He couldn't help but smile on his face, and his voice was as gentle as if he was talking to the chirping birds on the branches.

Bai Tianming nodded, not disappointing his expectations: "Okay."

Before he finished speaking, Samor felt a wriggling light coming from under his feet. He looked down and found that it was a magic circle that appeared at some unknown time. The pattern in the magic circle was slowly rotating and the light flashed.

He felt darkness in front of his eyes, and the next moment, it was bright again. When he looked closely again, he found that he was already on the top of the cliff, standing even further away from the edge of the cliff than when he fell before.