Chapter 117: A sneak attack is not an honorable thing to do



Chapter 117: A sneak attack is not an honorable thing to do

Ye Xiang stood in the center of the platform, his eyes closed, with a strange look of piety on his face.

It was as if he was completely immersed in a special state, unaware of what was happening around him.

He was surrounded by the light from the Messenger of God platform, which became brighter and brighter.

Almost swallowed him whole.

Renly lowered his head and moved his lips constantly. No one could hear what he was muttering.

The voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it seemed to carry some strange power, echoing with the brilliance of the Messenger Platform.

One, two, three... More and more people were pushed into the platform.

The blood color in the holy light became thicker and thicker. The originally sacred golden light now exuded a heart-pounding bloodiness and weirdness.

The screams and pleas for mercy around them became more miserable. Those who were still in the cages, witnessing this horrific scene, fell into complete despair.

Some people collapsed on the ground with empty eyes; some people banged against the cage frantically, trying to find a glimmer of life; and some people cried and kept repeating the names of their loved ones.

Only a few people knelt on the ground devoutly.

They even actively requested to be pushed into the formation. Those lunatics really went against human ethics completely!

The entire slave farm seemed to have turned into a hell on earth.

Various miserable sounds intertwined together, echoing in the air, making people shudder.

Xiao Qihao watched all this, clenching his fists tightly.

The nails were deeply embedded in the palms, and the blood was oozing out without being noticed.

His eyes were bloodshot with anger and anxiety, and when he saw another familiar face being pushed towards the platform, he could no longer hold back.

"No, I can't wait any longer!"

Xiao Qihao stood up suddenly, his voice a little hoarse due to excitement.

Shen Qingze quickly reached out to pull him, and said in a low voice,

"Qihao, calm down! Going up now would be suicide!"

"I would rather die than watch them being tortured like this!"

Xiao Qihao shook off Shen Qingze's hand with all his strength, his eyes firm.

"Tan Nana is still in there, and there are so many innocent people, I can't just ignore it!"

"I'm not asking you to ignore it!"

Shen Qingze also raised his voice, then quickly lowered it.

"But we have to have a plan. If we rush in rashly, we will not only fail to save people, but also get ourselves into trouble!"

Xiao Qihao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the anxiety in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"Then what do you say we should do? If this continues, they will all be..."

He didn't finish his words, but they both understood what he meant.

Shen Qing glanced at Ye Xiang and Renly on the platform, then looked at the men in black around them.

He gritted his teeth, took out a stack of talisman paper and a short knife from his arms, and stuffed them into Xiao Qihao's hands.

"Here! These talismans can temporarily hold them back, and the short swords are for self-defense. Let's sneak over to the God's Platform and find an opportunity to strike!"

Xiao Qihao took the talisman paper and the short knife and nodded.

The two looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes.

Shen Qingze really felt that he must change his habit of meddling in other people's affairs.

Yeluvis was right to scold him!

Shen Qingze muttered to himself while thinking of a countermeasure.

They used some shabby shelters nearby to carefully move towards the Messenger Platform.

The gravel under their feet made a slight sound, but it seemed particularly vague in this slave yard filled with cries for help and pleas for mercy, causing the two men's heartbeats to speed up involuntarily.

With every step they took, they had to vigilantly observe the movements around them, for fear of being discovered by the men in black.

The light on the stage of the angel of the gods became brighter and brighter, and the blood color became thicker and thicker.

Renly's voice seemed to become clearer and clearer, as if the ceremony had reached its climax.

And those desperate cries were like sharp knives piercing the hearts of the two people.

A layer of cold and damp water vapor condensed on the iron railings of the gabion.

As soon as Xiao Qihao's fingertips touched the railing, he suddenly pulled them back because of the cold - not because of the cold, but because the sweat on his palms was oozing out through his fingers.

It touched the cold iron bar and felt like a small snake crawling along the skin into the bone marrow.

He held his breath and looked into the cage, his heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand.

Suddenly, he curled up into a ball, and even his breathing was stagnant for half a second.

Tan Nana curled up in the innermost corner of the cage.

Her hair was in a mess, with a few strands of hair sticking to her bloodless cheeks, and tears still lingering on her eyelashes.

Her breathing was as weak as a candle in the wind, and her small body was wrapped in a dusty skirt.

Every rise and fall of the shoulders was so light that it almost disappeared, as if it would be completely silent in the next second.

"Tan Nana? Tan Nana, wake up!"

Xiao Qihao's voice was very low, but it was trembling slightly, and the ending sound was almost cracking.

His fingertips frantically shuttled between the railings, trying to find a gap to reach in.

But the cast iron bars were as dense as an iron net, and the scratching of fingernails on them made a tiny creaking sound, and soon red marks were left on them.

The hay at the bottom of the gabion had long been trampled into mud.

When he saw the purple marks on the girl's wrist, his back teeth clenched together suddenly, causing his gums to hurt.

what to do?

This thought was like a wild weed, running rampant in my mind.

The railing was made of solid cast iron, and the dagger would only bounce off if it was chopped down; talisman paper? He touched the talisman paper in his arms, his fingertips trembling so badly that he even had trouble holding one steady.

It would be fine if Nana was awake, at least she could cooperate...

But now she was like a puppet with its strings cut, too lazy to even flutter her eyelashes.

"That's it."

Yao Tailing's voice was like an ice-hardened steel needle, suddenly piercing Xiao Qihao's eardrum.

He ducked almost reflexively, his back hitting the stone wall behind the gabion, and he gasped in pain.

He didn't bother to rub it, his eyes were fixed on the dark black robe.

His pupils swelled slightly due to excessive focus, and he could even see the trajectory of Yao Tailing's fingertips moving through the air clearly.

"Take it away."

Yao Tailing raised his chin towards the man in black behind him.

"The Messenger Platform needs pure souls. It's just right for them to be unconscious, so that they don't struggle and pollute the holy light."

The black-clad man's leather boots made a plop sound as they stepped into the wet mud.

The sound seemed to step on Xiao Qihao's nerves, and every sound made his temples throb.

When the black-gloved hand reached for the back of Tan Nana's collar, Xiao Qihao felt all the blood in his body rush to his head, and a white light exploded in front of his eyes.

He caught a glimpse of a fist-sized piece of gravel at his feet. The edges were not sharp but hard enough.

Almost instinctively, he grabbed the stone and raised it back with his elbow.

The muscles in my arms were so tense from exerting so much force that my shoulders were shaking.

He didn't even see how he exerted his strength, he just knew he had to stop that hand.

Using the force of turning around, he threw the gravel diagonally upwards.

Instead of using brute force, he let the stone spin in an arc and hit the inside of the black-clad man's knee accurately.

“Ouch!”

The man in black let out a short cry of pain. His knee seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and bent forward uncontrollably.

Xiao Qihao stared at the moment when the girl slipped from the man's palm. Before his heart could even fall, he heard Yao Tailing's voice.

"waste."

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