Ark, they don't revolve around you

Once again, the man sighed: "I said, I never allowed you to do anything on your own...didn't you hear me?"

The combat boot stepped down lightly, insignificantly, like a small step forward.

With such a simple action, the dead soul became stiff and cold all over, and even the self-destruction was forced to stop!

Not only that, it found itself becoming excited, as if it had been injected with some kind of drug.

“Impossible…” The dead soul had left the dying state and was gradually turning into madness. “What did you do… You are manipulating my consciousness… How is this possible…”

"The reason I didn't kill you just now was just to control you, wasn't it?" Zhuang Ning found it even more ridiculous.

If this kind of pure spiritual body were placed on someone else, it would be a headache for a long time, but Zhuang Ning has faced too many of them, whether it is Kosice or the 20-year-old, these strange people are all excellent samples.

What's more, the information about dead souls had been thoroughly studied during the Londinium Civil War. It was just a fool who came to deliver the gift in person.

There was a deep despair in the eyes of the dead souls, and even death was a luxury.

Zhuang Ning spread out his big hands and easily grabbed the dead soul, his eyes cold: "Tell me your plan."

"I……"

The dead soul didn't want to speak, and in fact it didn't speak, relying on its willpower to hold on.

Zhuang Ning was too lazy to talk nonsense. Arturo, who was still in a lost state, pulled the virtual bow.

Finally, the dead soul couldn't resist anymore, and slowly blurted out its plan along with the melody.

……

……

By this time, half the night had passed.

Zhuang Ning patted the dead soul and showed a look of realization: "You've really played it big."

He smiled: "Okay, go ahead and go find the Pardoner. Remember to pass on the Pardoner's information to me at any time."

"I will kill you, I will kill you, we will kill you, you devil...!" The dead soul was still cursing madly.

Its consciousness was clear, but its behavior was out of control, and it roared with all its remaining consciousness.

"Be good, don't make trouble." Zhuang Ning smiled, "If you behave well, at the final moment of reckoning, I may be able to keep you alive, but just let you leave Kazdel."

"Leave... Kazdel?"

"Yes, this is Kazdel, and it's Sarkaz like you who should go away, right?" Zhuang Ning said with a amiable look on his face.

This is revenge.

Knowing this, the dead souls became extremely angry.

But Zhuang Ning suppressed it with just a glance, and the dead soul swallowed the humiliation and disappeared quietly.

Zhuang Ning fell into thought again. He had planted a traitor, but this might not be enough. Should he also throw Salus to Quesatusta?

The dead soul informed Quesatusta that his goal was also the crown. This white-horned demon was probably the most ambitious and cowardly of the countless demon kings in Kazdel over thousands of years.

But...

No matter how big your ambition is, if you are surrounded by traitors, you will be invisible, right?

Zhuang Ning was also very interested in Kwisatusta's research results, and if possible, he would like to borrow them.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Ning looked at Arturo who had fallen to the ground and sneered: "You don't make me feel that reassured."

He helped Arturo up. The moonlight was bleak and the girl was still shivering.

I don’t know what kind of history the dead souls revealed to Arturo in order to torture Zacota, but there is still hope.

Zhuang Ning was humming a melody. In the past, his musicality was extremely poor and totally out of tune. However, in recent days, with the training of Arturo, a natural master, his vocalization has improved significantly.

Ultimately, music is just a vehicle, a way for him to work his magic and calm Arturo's mind.

The music disappeared into the steel jungle of the city and went straight into the heart. Even wild cats and hungry dogs squatted on the roadside, quietly listening to Zhuang Ning singing.

Seeing that Arturo's expression softened a little, Zhuang Ning couldn't help but stand up.

All the animals raised their heads at the same time. Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment, as he had not expected this, so he could only continue to hum softly.

They were all fragmented, disjointed melodies, but light enough that they were like magic.

He hummed as he walked, and the cats and dogs followed behind him like triumphant soldiers.

Zhuang Ning walked forward until the white belly of a fish appeared on the horizon, and until Arturo opened his eyes silently on his back with a complicated expression.

……

……

Zhuang Ning forgot one thing - Arturo's magic was never a one-sided impact, and sometimes a small accident might lead to different results.

In Arturo's history of accepting the gathering of dead souls, there is no order, only massacre.

A tremendous amount of malice poured down on Arturo all at once, like endless death!

Arturo fears death.

To be precise, she hated things that were destined to disappear, so she longed for a powerful soul that could lead tens of thousands of people.

In her eyes, Zhuang Ning is also a powerful soul, but an evil tyrant.

He is a devil, a madman, and also another completely opposite self.

But she still asked Zhuang Ning for help, and Zhuang Ning saved her.

The use of spells in sync with each other led to this resonance, which actually allowed Arturo's consciousness to penetrate into Zhuang Ning's subconsciousness in an instant.

What she saw was a vast world. This was Zhuang Ning’s inner world. Incredibly, it was so... plain.

There was no fancy malice, just like a blank sheet of paper. Arturo became more alert and felt that he could not just sit there and wait for death, so he took small steps.

As she walked, the empty world began to ripple and was painted with colors.

Arturo saw little Zhuang Ning, the babbling boy.

The boy's personality was a bit withdrawn, but not special. He ran, and was shockingly ordinary. At this moment, he was walking alone on the road, and his shadow was elongated.

The setting sun cast its afterglow, and Arturo looked out, actually feeling a little... lonely from this background.

He was a person very different from the Zhuang Ning she knew.

She walked forward as if possessed by some mysterious force. Xiao Zhuang Ning raised her head and glared at her, but Arturo was not angry.

I'm afraid the key to getting out lies in this child?

"who are you?"

"Who? Just an undead."

"Undead? You're crazy." The boy turned his head away unhappily, "Get out of the way, big sister."

Arturo, however, did not give way: "Where are your family members?"

"who knows."

"Aren't you happy?"

"Why should I be happy?" The boy Zhuang Ning tried to break through by force.

Arturo insisted: "Do you know where this is?"

"where?"

The boy Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment, looked around, thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "This is a cage."

"Cage?"

"And I am a prisoner." Zhuang Ning pointed at Arturo, "You too."

Cage, prisoners... Arturo's heart was moved as he looked at the dusk which was about to end and was filled with lifelessness.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I don't have any family here, nothing."

"Your family isn't here?"

"What does this have to do with you? You don't have a mother, so you can only watch Bi Yang's evening with me?" Little Zhuang Ning was obviously not very friendly.

Arturo smiled and thought that little Zhuang Ning was much cuter than he was in the outside world.

"Well, if I want to get out, what can I do?"

"If I could go out, I would have gone out long ago... Damn it." Xiao Zhuang Ning said hatefully.

As he spoke, he suddenly coughed violently, his tone mixed with helplessness, loss and hatred: "There are still people waiting for me... But I, I am still too weak... Damn... Damn... That bastard locked me up in a place like this."

"Who locked you up in a place like this?" Arturo asked again.

"Me." A voice sounded coldly, and this time Arturo's expression was much more frightened.

Because the person who responded to her wrapped himself in a black coat and sneered: "Why, you are not convinced."

"This is the evil spirit Zhuang Ning." The little prisoner Zhuang Ning explained.

"Introduction? Give her, give her a tool." The big evil spirit sneered.

Xiao Zhuang Ning roared, "What's wrong with tools? Tools should be taken care of. I tell you, can you let me out?"

"Let this piece of shit out of here? Have you ever thought about why you're the only one imprisoned? Isn't it because you're incompetent?!"

It was the first time Arturo saw me scold myself.

From her perception, both parties were Zhuang Ning, but they were completely opposite to each other.

The evil spirit Zhuang Ning stared at Arturo coldly: "Go away, I will open a hole for you later."

"I……"

"Don't tell me your thoughts. What qualifications do you have to communicate with me?" The evil spirit Zhuang Ning was filled with irresistible arrogance, just like someone.

Arturo was speechless.

When she was silent, a voice came from the other side. The evil spirit Zhuang Ning and the prisoner Zhuang Ning were both silent and swallowed their saliva.

“He’s coming?!”

"Why did he wake up? Who woke him up?"