Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 308 Insignificant
The air in the room seemed to freeze and everyone held their breath.

The young nightingales opened their eyes wide, their faces pale, and they were at a loss, their eyes full of shock and fear, as if everything before them was beyond their understanding.

How dare someone do this to Madam Nightingale?

The middle-aged man stood at the door, his face as pale as paper, and he clenched his fists helplessly, not knowing what to do. The shadow dancers controlled by Shi Fei were still frozen in place, like a few cold statues, unable to move.

But Mrs. Nightingale was not dead. Blood gushed out of her chest, but then strangely flowed back into her body, as if time was reversed in her wound.

Her black dress was stained red, but her posture was still elegant, and there was even a sneer on the corner of her mouth under the mask. She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked her wound, her fingertips were stained with blood, but she didn't care.

In the chaotic city of Goff, how can one become a gang boss and survive without any skills?

The Dark Knight has technology, but these underground rats are closer to hell and more intimate with the devil!

"Is this what you like? False justice, false mercy!" She grabbed the woman who stabbed her, her fingers tightly clasped around her throat, and said with sarcasm: "You persuade people to go to the sea, and persuade people to go ashore, influencing the fate of others with your own will!"

A black aura began to emanate from her body, and that aura carried the smell of decay, as if it was a stench crawling out from the depths of hell.

Shi Fei looked at the aura emerging from her body. Although he couldn't tell what kind of power it was, he could guess a little.

Shi Fei did not answer. He could not sit idly by and watch Madam Nightingale hurt the woman, so he waved his hand gently.

Mrs. Nightingale was surprised to find that her hand had uncontrollably let go of the woman. This was not her intention, but Shi Fei's power had silently affected her.

Shi Fei's power was far greater than she had imagined.

"Why should you let such an insignificant person affect your mood?" Mrs. Nightingale still maintained her elegant demeanor, with a hint of temptation in her tone: "And what about the relationship between the two of us?"

She obviously thought that she was still valuable to a powerful being like Shi Fei, but unfortunately she was wrong.

"Why do you hate her so much?" Shi Fei asked the woman who was covering her neck. There were still finger marks of Madam Nightingale on her neck. She was almost strangled to death by Madam Nightingale.

"My son..." The woman coughed and couldn't stop crying.

Under Shi Fei's influence, she released all the suppressed emotions in her heart. Shi Fei glanced into her eyes and instantly understood her past.

She once had a happy family, with a gentle and considerate husband and a smart and cute son. Now her husband has died of drug addiction, and in order to repay her husband's loan and support her son, she has to become a member of Nightingale.

She thought that as long as she worked hard and sacrificed herself, she could give her son a stable life. But fate dealt her the cruelest blow. Her son was abused to death by a guest when he was eight years old.

From that moment on, her world completely collapsed.

She hated Nightingale because she had promised to give her son a stable life.

She hated herself, hated herself for being useless and not being able to protect her son.

She hated this city, hated this city that swallowed up everything about her! But she didn't dare to reveal these thoughts. She wanted to live, because only by living could there be hope! Only by living could she avenge all this.

"Do you want to kill her?" Shi Fei pointed at Mrs. Nightingale, his tone calm but with an invisible power.

The woman didn't say anything, but a blazing fire was burning in her eyes. She grabbed the dagger on the ground and slashed at Madam Nightingale again without hesitation!

The blade slashed across Lady Nightingale's body, tearing through her clothes and skin, but the wound healed instantly. No matter how hysterically the woman swung the knife, Lady Nightingale's body remained intact.

This is the weak!
This is reality!
You can't kill a powerful enemy even if he stands still!

"Let me see your determination!" Shi Fei said to her. His voice had a special power, as if guiding the woman's heart.

The woman suddenly understood something. She gritted her teeth, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. In the surprised eyes of everyone, she raised the dagger and pierced her left palm fiercely!

Blood flowed down her wrist, and she gritted her teeth to avoid making a sound of pain.

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts!
But compared with the pain I have endured, it is nothing!
It's insignificant at all!

Then, when the dagger pierced through her palm, a strange power burst out from her heart and wrapped around the dagger.

That is disappointment in the world, that is hatred towards the world, that is the distance from hope to despair!
This distance may seem very small in the eyes of a big shot like Nightingale, but to her, it is very long!
But it is strong and powerful!

The dagger that pierced through the palm stabbed towards Mrs. Nightingale again!
This time, the blade did not stay on the surface of her skin, but penetrated deeply into her body. Madam Nightingale let out a shrill scream, mixed with a strange roar, as if it came from the devil deep in hell.

When the woman saw Nightingale screaming, she felt as if she had drunk a large glass of fine wine. A hint of pleasure flashed across her face, and then she stabbed Mrs. Nightingale with the dagger again without hesitation!

Mrs. Nightingale's screams echoed in the room, and her body began to tremble violently. Black air gushed out from her wounds, like a thick smoke, filling the air. The air smelled of decay and death, which was disgusting.

As the black aura spread, a strange shadow slowly emerged from behind Mrs. Nightingale. The shadow gradually solidified, revealing a creepy image!

The devil's horns were curved and sharp, and her skin was deep red, as if it had been burned by fire. She was scantily clad, with chains and thorns wrapped around her body. Behind her was a pair of huge bat wings, the edges of which shone with a metallic luster. Her legs were like recurved ladders, with sharp hooked toes, and every step seemed to tear the ground apart.

Succubus from hell!

The Devil was in a very bad state at this moment. She roared in pain and said, "Damn it! Nightingale, what kind of enemy have you provoked!"

The strange power on the dagger made her, a demon, extremely painful! It was pure power of revenge, like a branding iron to her!
The woman holding the dagger was visibly stunned when she saw the succubus suddenly appearing, but soon she didn't care anymore.

So what if he's a demon?
She took the dagger and slashed at the succubus!

(End of this chapter)