Chapter 780

In this dark street, several people in heavy cloaks appeared like ghosts from the silent night, and slowly came to the two members of the guard.

"Why did you come? We're almost sleepy when we wait. "

Two members of the guard yawned and said angrily.

One of these cloaks immediately came forward, opened his hood, revealed a chubby smiling face and said, "hard work, two officers! This is not a tribute at all. Please accept it. "

With that, the smiling fat man took out two small bags from his cloak and handed them to the two members of the guard respectively.

They took one, weighed it for a moment, and smiled. Then he yawned and said, "hurry up and don't get us into trouble. Let's go to sleep first. Ah ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Oh, I'm really sleepy... "

Taking the money and seeing the two officers leave, the cloaks rushed to the center of the collapsed ruins.

In a small area, another cloaker lifted his hood, took out a small wand in his arms and recited the spell. A moment later, the magician waved his wand very carefully, as if he were manipulating some very fine things. He needed to be very careful and move the wand.

As the wand swung, the ruins under the cloak began to tremble. Some broken wood and stones began to move to the side bit by bit, slowly moving away.

The magician's operation was very careful. He seemed afraid that if he was careless, the ruins would collapse again immediately.

Such a fine operation, the operation of continuously transferring one piece of wood and stone after another, has been going on for almost an hour. Finally, the area where these cloaks stand now is almost the same as the basement at that time. Even when another piece of wood was removed, they could even see the pressed and completely deformed iron cage inside.

Then

A strong fishy smell suddenly spread from the ruins. The smell was like a huge cesspit inside, and it was the most smelly cesspit that had not been repaired for many years!

Some cloaks had begun to pinch their noses and frown.

But among these cloaks, one of the most tall cloaks looked at the cage, and the smell didn't seem to affect it at all.

The smashed iron cage was also broken little by little.

Although the night is so strong now, when these cloaks hold up the oil lamps in their hands, they can clearly see that a large area here has been dyed scarlet. The blood in some places has even turned black.

Cloak people began to help each other and clean up the area around the cage. With their constant cleaning, some broken limbs began to emerge from under the rubble.

There is no need to look carefully. It can be seen that these bodies did not die from the falling building. Their bodies were torn by some terrible force.

After the fat man moved away a stone slab, he saw the body of a strong man whose cervical spine seemed to be pulled out of his neck by some force. For a moment, he couldn't help but frown. Obviously, even people like him, who are used to seeing the blood, can't help taking a breath of air-conditioning for the terrible death of the man in front of him.

And the other side

The deeper the excavation, the more pungent the odor concentration of blood. But in these terrible bloody hell, these cloaked people now finally see a scene they want to see most.

One person

A man with long black hair and torn clothes stood silently in the middle of the cage.

On his back was the heaviest stone slab, but this man was like a lifeless pillar, silently supporting this stone slab. For so long, he didn't loosen at all.

Under this man, among the blood, viscera, rotten meat and bones, lies a man, a woman and a baby.

He, like the last God, silently supported the stone slab and gave the three people the last little living space.

"Come on, help!"

The fat man shouted, and several other cloaks took off their hoods one after another, came forward to help support the stone slab, and made great efforts to overturn it.

After the stone slab was overturned, the body supporting the stone slab seemed to collapse at last, shook it a little, and couldn't support it anymore. He sat down on the ground. His loose hair covered his face, but even now, he held out his hand as if he wanted to feel and gently stroked a wound on his arm. After touching the wound, he lowered his head again, as if he felt some psychological comfort.

The magician jumped to the three members of the family, stretched out his hand, gently explored their nostrils, turned around and said to the only man who didn't take off his hood: "still angry."

Finally, the cloaker nodded gently. The magician and the other two members jumped in respectively, carried out the three members of the family and transported them to a safe place.

At this time, the toes of the last cloaker fell lightly in front of the man, carrying his hands and lowering his head, staring at him silently.

Under the cloak, a pair of stern eyes soon fell on the man's shoulder.

"Why, you'll get hurt."

There was a little old, but extremely cold voice slowly spitting out from the cloak man's mouth. After hearing this sentence, the boy sitting on the ground suddenly shook all over! The right hand covered the wound on his shoulder harder, lowered his head and stopped talking.

"I ask you why you were hurt."

There was no emotion in the stern tone, just as an emperor was questioning his most humble and incompetent courtiers.

The young man's body trembled again. At this time, the spirit that seemed to support the whole world just disappeared. Instead, it was a voice of weakness and fear: "I... Accidentally... Just..."

"Careless? A blood demon mage whose reward is only seven gold coins can hurt you accidentally? "

The head of the boy covering his shoulders was lower, as if he wanted to avoid this problem.

Unfortunately, the cloak man's voice did not want to express an attitude of forgiveness, and continued: "I can tolerate stealing the task of your guild that doesn't belong to you. I can also take it as that you are really flustered and want to go out for a walk. Even if I even your disgusting habit of dressing, I can settle with you later. Do you know what I can't stand? "

The boy's body trembled again.

"What I can't tolerate is that you still don't know your own value. You still don't understand what your own body means to you. Your mother gave you beauty, and I gave you the strongest physique and the best life! Sometimes I can stand your little mischief, but what I can't bear is your strange hobby! A little blood demon mage has absolutely no strength to hurt you. Now answer me, did you hurt yourself on purpose? "

The boy still bowed his head and didn't say a word.

Seeing this, the cloak man was not polite at all. He raised his head and said to the other men on the side, "tomorrow morning, we will deal with Ludi as we agreed."

As soon as he heard the name, the boy suddenly looked like he had an electric shock. He quickly raised his head and said, "you... What are you going to do to sister Ludi? No... no, I forced sister Ludi to do everything... It's all my fault! She was forced by me to help me! "

The cloak man's eyes were still cold. He saw that his son was so excited for a middle-aged maid, and his tone was even more angry. He even had a little hatred of iron and steel: "so? Do you admit that you made the injury yourself? "

"This... This..."

The boy's eyes darkened again. At this moment, his hand finally moved away from his wound. After looking at his wound, he finally nodded helplessly and stopped talking.

After finally getting the answer he didn't want, the cloak man suddenly turned around and said coldly: "from now on, I don't allow you to step out of the station except for the guild championship and the blind date I arranged for you! No, I won't allow you to step out of your room! You must pay for what you have done. Otherwise, you will never remember how to control yourself gracefully. "

"I want you to always remember that you are better than any young person of your age and deserve a better future. I will never allow you to have any willful behavior towards your body. Take him back. No one will let him leave the room without my order! "

The young man seemed to agree with his own destiny, never spoke again, and let other members on both sides come and pull himself. And he was speechless. He could only get up silently, hang his head and walk towards the entrance.

"President, the guild called mermaid song... What should we do?"

At this time, the fat man came forward and asked softly.

As soon as he heard the name of the mermaid song, he was preparing to leave with other members. The teenager who accepted his fate of house arrest suddenly turned around and looked at the cloaked man with worried eyes in his long hair.