Following Ning Feng, about a hundred slaves spontaneously followed. Some of the clever ones even put on clothes they had taken from others along the way, and also collected some food and money.
Hearing the screams and cheers coming from behind, Turs, who was closest to Ning Feng, asked in a low voice:
"...Shouldn't we ask for some information?"
"unnecessary."
Without stopping, Ning Feng shook his head and said matter-of-factly:
"He can't keep his mouth shut; they're all the same."
Not strict enough?
Turs recalled the previous situation; Ning Feng hadn't even approached the fat man... Had he already asked him before?
Ning Feng, meanwhile, was sorting through the same information gleaned from the thirty-three repeated questions, and a conclusion he couldn't quite grasp:
"Some people seem to be quite mentally fragile."
Why?
Why do I faint every time? Why am I scared to death thirteen times?
Ning Feng really couldn't understand it.
He himself was a million times more cruel than others had treated him, so why couldn't he accept it when it happened to him?
Difficult to understand.
Seeing Ning Feng's firm steps, as if he already had a destination in mind, Turs pressed for an answer:
Where are we going?
"We don't know yet."
Ning Feng shook his head and then nodded, walking straight toward the sunset.
"But we'll find out later."
We'll find out eventually.
...
...
On this day, Ning Feng led this group of homeless slaves on an unknown journey with no destination.
At this moment, following behind him...
There were a total of 182 figures.
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