"And some people, even if you don't say anything, will follow you closely."
The voice was calm and even, but it sent shivers down Turs's spine.
Because his calm and certain tone made it seem as if he had witnessed it himself.
"...How did you know?"
Having asked the question unconsciously, Turs felt an urge to slap himself when he realized what he had said.
Are you crazy? How could you ask such a question?
"No! I..."
They tried to make amends, but it was too late; the figure in front had already turned around.
A strange crimson glint appeared in his eyes as the boy turned and stared at the frozen Turs:
“I can see.”
He said:
"Because I know."
Ning Feng looked at Turs, at the old man who had chosen to follow him in every one of the 320 choices, and nodded gently.
"I came back because some people want to live."
"I'm just giving them the choice."
Then, he nodded to the others following behind him and added:
"Besides, I've already set the fire."
Tulls: What?
Then, he saw the boy push open the last iron gate...
boom!
The cacophony of shouts, blocked by the iron gate, rushed into the ears of Turs and his men.
Thick smoke and flames, wails and maniacal laughter.
Hundreds of slaves were wreaking havoc, relentlessly beating the corpses of the guards who had previously abused them, venting their pain in a frenzied manner.
Many slaves relentlessly pursued the disheveled guards, using their hands, legs, and even their teeth!
His face was contorted with rage, as if he wanted to devour the guards alive!
It looked as if an evil god had unleashed divine punishment upon this place.
In the suffocating atmosphere, the boy whispered:
"Did you see that?"
"These people chose to live."
Turs suddenly felt a chill run through his body; he understood the boy's words.
This person is a arsonist demon.
And this fire wasn't just set off between buildings...
That fire.
Burning in people's hearts!
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