Chapter 918

They were talking, and there was a sudden sound outside the cave. Perhaps the most keen of the gloomy staff is hearing. When they heard abnormal noises outside, everyone gathered their voices together, and their hands were raised one by one, holding the sabre under the ribs.

sand! With the sound of grass and vines, a flaming red squirrel came in like lightning from outside. When seeing this squirrel, the dark people loosened their hands holding the sword handles, and the tension on their faces disappeared.

Someone said with a smile: "Night, Xunzi has given you a book on" Gophers "."

Guang Han's relationship with Ling Ye and Ziyue was unclear, but he couldn't hide the brethren who got along with Ling Ye day and night.

The gloomy people have long understood their relationship, but no one has publicized it. For decades, they have been with each other for a long time. They have made their relationship as brothers and cultivated an extraordinary tacit understanding.

Listening to the jokes of the brothers, Ling Ye didn't care, he happily reached out his hand and said softly, "Huoer, how did you find this!"

The squirrel has a keen sense of smell. Even if the shell of the nut is not opened, the fruit can be judged only by smelling. However, squirrels that can communicate with spirits are very rare. This squirrel named Huoer is very psychic.

On weekdays, the connection between Ziyue and Ling Ye is mainly transmitted by it. Due to the small size of Huo Er, it can enter and exit at will through the vents of the temple. It is also because it often enters and exits the temple. Everyone knows it.

Huoer cleverly jumped into the palm of midnight and squeaked, his little paw still scratching in his palm. Ling Ye smiled and saw that Huo Er still had a letter attached to him. He converged with a smile, removed the letter, and put Huo Er on his shoulder.

He opened the letter and looked closely. After looking at it, his face suddenly changed, and he could not help breathing down.

The sound of his inhalation immediately aroused the vigilance of the people around him, and people turned to look at him, seeing that Ling Ye looked abnormally dignified, staring at the letter without blinking, couldn't help asking: "Night What's wrong? Did something happen? "

"But the **** was bullied?"

Lingering questions from everyone, Ling Ye finally came back, his palm of the letter trembling slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he said quietly, "Holy King ... Holy King wants to get rid of us ..."

"What?" This sentence was like a bombshell exploding among people. All the dark people stood up together, their eyes stared like bronze bells, and they looked at Ling Ye incredibly, Asked, "Night, you ... what did you just say? How is the Holy King treating us?"

"Holy King, get rid of all of us!" Ling Yemeng clenched his fists and threw the letters to everyone. The dark staff stepped forward, took the letter, and gathered together to watch.

Ziyue wrote in great detail, describing what happened today and why the Holy King wanted to get rid of the gloom, and what kind of means he planned to use to get rid of the gloom.

Everyone looked dumbfounded, one by one, standing still, without moving.

"This ... this is impossible. We are loyal to the Holy King and have done so much for the Holy King. How could the Holy King ... why would we kill us?"

A young, dark person seemed like a discouraged ball, sitting on the ground with his buttocks, and his tears flowed down.

"The month ... will not lie to me. The letter has made it very clear that the Holy King no longer needs us. Our existence will only become the greatest weakness of the Holy King and the greatest threat to the Holy King. Now, The sound of the wind in the Shenchi, the Holy King wants to keep the throne, to preserve his reputation and status in the Shenchi, can only kill us and let us never be found. "Ling Ye muttered.

"No, no!" A big man rushed out of the crowd and came to Ling Ye, grabbed Ling Ye's clothes, lifted him up, and hissed out in a hissing voice: "We are all holy The king has cultivated it in one hand, just like the child of the holy king, how can the holy king kill us all? This letter must be false, someone must be instigating alienation ... "Then he looked around at everyone. , Shouted, "You all talk!"

No one spoke, everyone around them bowed their heads, looking sad, sad, silent. No one wants to believe that the content of this letter is true, but, as Ling Ye said, Ziyue won't lie to them, let alone provoke alienation. If nothing happened, even if Ziyue had the courage to dare Here comes the letter.

"You guys all talked ..." The big man slowly let go of Ling Ye's shirt, and slid softly against Ling Ye's body, squinting with fists and crying.

He cried, sobbing all around. The dark people are dead people. This is true. They are not afraid of death. For the Holy King, they can sacrifice their lives at any time. The Holy King has always been their spiritual pillar and the driving force for them. The source, but now, it is the Holy King who wants to kill them and to plan for them. The sadness of being abandoned and the humiliation of being deceived and betrayed are more uncomfortable than killing them ten or a hundred times.

"Don't cry! Just crying is a fart!"

A dark staff roared angrily. He strode to Ling Ye and said in a deep voice, "Night, you are our leader. You never let us do anything. This time, we also do it. They all listen to you. You say, what shall we do now? "

Hearing what he said, those who sobbed stopped the crying, raised their heads, and fell on Ling Ye with their eyes brushed.

"It is easy to die. It is so troublesome to kill us without the design of the Holy King." Ling Ye patted his sword under the ribs, and Shen Sheng said, "We can break it on our own!" Then he looked up at the crowd.

This time, no one responded to him. Broke yourself? Is there any more humiliating death in this world? Even if he died tragically on the battlefield, was crushed by corpses, and died without a burial place, it is thousands of times better than such silent humiliation.

"Night, how did you promise us at the beginning? As you said, as long as we do our best to work for the Holy King, sooner or later we will live a normal life, live in the sun, marry a wife and have children, but now You want us all to kill ourselves? Are you worthy of our brothers? "

"Is this what I mean?" Ling Ye was also anxious, lowered himself, grabbed the letter paper that fell on the ground, held it high in the air, and shouted, "This is the meaning of the Holy King! What the Holy King wants to remove is We dark people, including me, do you think I am willing? "

In a word, all the people present were speechless. Many people slid slowly to the ground leaning on the wall of the cave, whining and weeping.

"Also! At the beginning, all of our brothers have vowed not to be born on the same day of the same year, but to die on the same day of the same year. This time, the Holy King has helped me to achieve my original oath."

Between the words, a gloomy man pulled back his sword and pulled it across his neck. He looked around at the crowd and said aloud, "Brothers, brothers go one step ahead!" Then he wiped the sword off.

When everyone around him saw this, Qi Qi rushed forward. Someone knocked down the sabre in his hand, while others pressed him to the ground. The crowd shouted, "Sword nine, are you crazy ?!"

"Crazy, I'm crazy, we don't even have a name, even the name was given by the Holy King. Now the Holy King does not need us anymore, we have become a burden to the Holy King. What else can we do?"

"..." Everyone was speechless.

"To live, to live a normal life, we have only one way to go now!" Ling Ye saw that the groundwork in front had been done, and everyone's emotions had fallen into despair and collapse. At this time, he only Come slowly to hope.

His words shocked everyone, and people lifted up and looked at him in unison, asking in unison: "Night, what is the way you said?"

"Try to escape from Shenchi!" Ling Ye narrowed her eyes and said word by word.

People breathed in, followed by a cold war, and the hopes that had just been born in their hearts were shattered. Someone smiled and looked up, lamenting: "Escape? Where can we escape? Where in the world is our shelter? In order to obey the Holy King's orders, we don't know how many babies are held in the nations and how many people are killed. We His hands are already soaked with the blood of the world, leaving the sanctuary of God and the sanctuary of the King, where can we go, who in the world does not want to cause me to die? "

"Yeah, even if we escape from Shenchi, it will eventually be a dead end!"

"Maybe, there is a place, but I can go!" Ling Ye said slowly.

"where?"

"Wind Country!"

"Wind Country?"

"Yes! The Wind King is a dark spiritual practitioner. The Wind King can definitely hold me up!"

"But don't forget that night, we also had babies who had hosted the wind country ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and people who had killed the wind country ..."

"That doesn't matter. At first, we just followed the command of the Holy King. To put it bluntly, we are just the tools in the hands of the Holy King. It is the Holy King who really holds the Windland baby and kills the Windland people!" These remarks are outrageous, and ten evils are unforgiving. Even the dark people who are close to him as brothers will stare at him because of his remarks. But now, no one is going to blame him anymore, people nodded and felt that Ling Ye was right. Makes sense.

Someone stood up and said, "But ... Wang Feng will believe our words? I'm afraid we will still be killed by the wind people if we escape to the wind country!"

Ling Ye suddenly laughed, and the conversation turned around, asking: "Do you remember when I went to Sichuan alone to carry out the mission?"

"Of course I remember. Didn't that mission fail?"

"Yes! It was a failure, and it was a complete failure. Even I couldn't escape, and I was captured by life in the palace of Sichuan!"

"Ah?" People all widened their eyes and looked at him inconceivably. With the spirit of the night, will they be captured by life? And he was captured, how did he return to the Shenchi? Can't it be the Sichuanese who released him again?