Chapter 7 Accompanying You

"No, it's not."

"She's a liar!"

"I didn't mean that!"

"Where is Mr. Su Shi? I'm looking for Mr. Su Shi!"

Zheng Qing felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the snow, shivering in the cold wind. He roared and defended, but the whispers of the guests in the audience were like the buzzing of a swarm of bees, drowning out his thoughts. Roar.

"Let me, on behalf of the ordinary wizards in the alliance, ask you a few simple questions." Ms. Pulitzer squeezed Zheng Qing's shoulder hard, like an iron vise, which made Zheng Qing gasp.

At the same time, the witch took out a wooden archway from the pearl-embedded handbag with her other hand, with a small silver bell hanging on it.

"Real Archway!"

"It can tell the truth of the wizard's words! No one can lie in front of it!"

"Ms. Pulitzer is as rigorous as ever."

The whispers of the guests in the audience suddenly became louder, and Zheng Qing heard their discussions clearly. The archway covered half of the small silver bell, but it could not cover the malicious and critical eyes of the audience.

"first!"

Ms. Pulitzer raised her voice slightly to suppress the whispers of the guests in the audience. At the same time, she squeezed Zheng Qing's shoulders and asked kindly:

"I would like to ask you, how did you master such powerful magic... If I remember correctly, you are just a low-level student who has just entered school for one year. Why can you kill a senior wizard?"

"No, it wasn't me...it was the cat."

Zheng Qing murmured, but subconsciously glanced at the small wooden archway in mid-air. The silver bell on the archway shook violently, tinkling, and it could shake a person's stomach to pieces.

"lie!"

"fraud!"

"Fake in full public view!"

In the midst of the crusade, one voice was particularly clear: "...I said there was something fishy when his hunting team won the freshman championship last year, but no one believed it! Everyone believes it now!"

“Please answer the public’s expectations honestly, thank you!”

Ms. Pulitzer had to put a "loud bell" on her throat to barely suppress the noise of the guests in the audience, and at the same time asked the second question:

"Next question, why did you choose to help the demon coalition in the Black Prison battlefield, smash the defensive array of the Black Prison Castle, and kill countless brave wizards?"

"That was an accident!"

Zheng Qing yelled, his voice distorted with excitement: "I didn't help the demon! I'm a wizard too! It was just an accident! An accident on the battlefield!"

On the archway, the small silver bell shook more and more crazily, tinkling, and a layer of clear spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the silver shell of the vibrating bell.

Ms. Pulitzer covered her mouth in shock and looked at Zheng Qing in horror: "What on earth did you say! You can't even listen to a magic item and want to commit suicide!!"

"What I said is true!"

"I did not lie!"

“That was really an accident!!”

Zheng Qing roared loudly, and bang, the small silver bell shattered in front of him and turned into shining fragments, covering the sky and falling down.

It's like a vast expanse of white snow.

"fraud!"

A figure suddenly rushed to the podium, waving a bunch of dark mandala in his hand, and shouted at the young wizard on the stage: "You executioner! Murderer!!"

The wizards responsible for security swarmed forward and pushed the rash person to the ground. But Zheng Qing still took a few steps back in fear.

Because he saw that the wizard who rushed to the stage, waving a black mandala, only had half of his body - neatly, along the forehead, bridge of nose, philtrum, and chin, like a sharp scalpel, In a very short time, the wizard was cut into two halves - Zheng Qing could even see his trembling lungs, the scorched and curled blood vessels, and the hesitantly rolling plasma condensed in the section.

"fraud!!"

The wizard who was pressed to the ground struggled hard with his intact arm, raised his head, and stared into his one blue eye, his face full of resentment and anger:

"...We fought bloody battles on the front line! But we were stabbed in the back by a villain like you!! You even brazenly claimed that you were innocent!! It's so shameless!!"

Zheng Qing was speechless and speechless for a moment.

Because he was vaguely aware of where the other half of the wizard's body had been thrown - the slender red sky pillar he pushed down, the forbidden spell that could easily cut through the inner castle's defense circle like a hot knife cutting butter. The pillar, if it fell on an ordinary wizard, could definitely cause such damage.

As if aware of the wavering in the boy's heart, the wizard who was pinned to the ground struggled harder and cursed louder. Although the security wizards who suppressed him still performed their duties loyally, they all turned their heads and looked at the young wizard, with disgust and contempt in their eyes.

"No, I'm not, I didn't."

Zheng Qing shook his head vigorously and continued to retreat in fear. At the moment, it seemed that only the huge red curtain behind him could bring him a sense of security.

"murderer!"

"Traitor of the Wizards!"

"Devil's lackey!"

"Don't let him escape, catch that shameless guy!"

The crowd in the audience suddenly surged, and one figure after another crushed the colorful morning glory, climbed onto the podium, and grabbed Zheng Qing. Those pale white arms seemed to protrude from the abyss, densely packed, full of death and despair. breath.

Even more terrifying is the owner of those arms.

Some are headless, as if their heads have been bitten off by some ferocious beast, with ferocious tooth marks still remaining on their necks; some have large holes in their chests, the wounds are round and smooth, and their hearts are missing; some are covered in granulation and pus Tumors, the dark curse is like centipedes, crawling rapidly between the granules and abscesses.

These are the wizards who died in the Black Hell battlefield.

Or a wizard who is worse off than dead.

Zheng Qing became more and more frightened. He struggled to break away from Ms. Pulitzer's claws and stepped back. At the same time, he kept waving his arms to deny the overwhelming accusations.

thump!

The long curtain dragging on the ground tripped the boy. He didn't have time to get up. He put his hands on the ground and continued to retreat until he retreated into the red patch behind him. When he was wrapped in the thick curtain, he seemed to feel a little warmth.

The heavy curtains wrapped the boys and blocked out the noise outside. The curses and curses seemed to be going away. Just when the boy felt a little relieved, he vaguely heard a gurgling sound.

It was like running water, or the sound of blood pumping when the heart beats.

As the word blood passed through his mind, he suddenly smelled a hint of blood. The young wizard slowly opened his eyes. The thick red curtain in front of him turned into a boundless sea of ​​blood at some point. It was endless red, overwhelming red, and thick red.

The thick blood seemed like invisible hands, grabbing the boy's neck, arms, robe corners, and every part of his body, and sank to the deepest part of the sea of ​​blood.

Deep in the blood sea, the faint voice of the sirens humming 'City in the Sky' could be heard again.