Chapter 217: Despair, Choice, Life and Ethics, Exclusive Skill "Magic Line"
Tears, like pearls from a broken string, fell uncontrollably from the girl's trembling eyes.
Falling on the cold ground, splashing out silent elegies.
Looking at the soup in front of him, De Zheng's anger has reached its limit.
How could he possibly drink this stuff?
Cannibalism is worse than animals!
Even if he died, he would not drink it!
"There's no way I could drink this!"
His words were powerful, like an oath, and his face was filled with inviolable righteousness and dignity.
In his world, stick to principles and uphold the glory of humanity.
It is an existence more important than life!
"Even if I starve to death or get killed, I won't drink it."
Click!
There was a sudden crisp sound of a bowl breaking, and De Zheng's head slammed into the bowl of boiling soup.
In an instant, his face turned red due to the heat.
"I am a human being, not an animal!"
In his eyes, he was doing the right thing.
In fact, it is indeed correct.
but.
For some people, so-called human ethics and morality are not worth mentioning in the face of life.
"No!"
The girl's eyes were empty and desperate.
She stared blankly at the soup scattered on the ground. The back of her hand was red, swollen and blistered from touching the hot fragments, but she was unaware of it and just muttered to herself:
“No, no…don’t…”
"Oh, that's how it is!"
Upon seeing this, Bai Ying chuckled and signaled his men.
The next moment, a burst of childish crying broke through the solemnity of the air. It was the boy's desperate cry for help:
"Sister, save me!"
His voice was full of fear and helplessness, which made people feel pity.
And the cold blade was still ruthlessly placed on his neck, flashing with cold light.
"Do not."
Seeing this, the girl cried and begged.
"Please don't hurt him. I'll drink. I'll drink."
"If he doesn't drink, I will."
With trembling hands, she desperately scooped up the scattered soup.
The girl tried hard to force a smile on her face. Even though that smile was uglier than crying, she still insisted:
“Look, I’m drinking now…”
However, how could a smile easily appear on that face that had already become stiff?
At this moment, the so-called justice and righteousness seem so pale and powerless, so ridiculous in the face of the weight of life.
A sharp knife light cut through the air, accompanied by a shrill scream, and the boy's life was forever frozen at this moment.
The girl's world completely collapsed.
She knelt there, still holding the bowl of boiling hot soup in her hands. Her tears mixed with the soup and she couldn't tell whether it was bitter or salty.
"I can drink."
The girl's eyes were dull and lifeless, and she sprayed the "soup" on the ground into her stiff mouth.
"I can……"
"You beasts!"
boom!
Suddenly, an undercurrent of uneasiness surged in the air, and the long-suppressed magic power in De Zheng's body surged out like a volcanic eruption.
He roared, struggled to break free from the ropes that bound him, and rushed towards the silver-white figure - the white shadow.
However, facing De Zheng's overwhelming attack.
The white shadow stood still like a mountain, and there was even a faint smile on his face, as if he had anticipated all this.
Just as De Zheng’s fist was about to touch the silver-white figure.
A crisp "Oh!" sounded in the air. Then, Bai Ying flicked his finger lightly, and a barely perceptible magical light flashed, as if an invisible chain instantly wrapped around De Zheng's whole body.
De Zheng suddenly froze, his fist fixed just inches away from the white shadow, but his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move.
"This……"
De Zheng was shocked, and finally noticed the subtle but tenacious lines of magic wrapped around his body.
They moved around his body like living creatures, binding him tightly.
"How is this possible?! This guy can actually control and compress the magic power so accurately!"
He exclaimed in his heart, and an unprecedented sense of crisis arose spontaneously.
No.
Even to achieve this, one must have extraordinary control over magic power.
The parts involved are no longer within the scope of human beings.
"Is it a skill?!"
"Haha, it seems you are not stupid."
A playful smile appeared on Bai Ying's lips, and his fingers moved slightly again.
This time, De Zheng's body seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand.
He involuntarily made a series of strange movements, like a puppet who had lost his autonomy.
"Yes, this is my unique skill - 'Magic Thread'."
Bai Ying's voice was filled with a hint of complacency and pride.
"Through it, I can condense magic power into a line that transcends any physical constraints. Whether it's strength or speed, it will become meaningless in front of it."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it. More magic threads appeared out of thin air, intertwining and entwining, and finally condensed into a magic thread ball that flashed with cold light.
“And it can do even more.”
Bai Ying chuckled and flicked his fingertips lightly. The seemingly inconspicuous ball of thread seemed to be given life and whizzed towards De Zheng.
There was a soft pop.
A crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the hall.
"It's really too weak!"
Bai Ying shook his head contemptuously, then raised his long legs and kicked De Zheng, who was lying on the ground, mercilessly.
This kick seemed to contain a tremendous force.
De Zheng's body was like a kite with a broken string, being mercilessly thrown against the cold wall, making a heavy impact, and then slid weakly to the ground, raising dust.
De Zheng struggled to get up, but his limbs were shaking with pain, as if every inch of his skin was telling of the pain of being crushed.
"You damn bastard, why did you kill that innocent child!"
The white shadow slowly approached and stepped on De Zheng's face.
That kind face had a cold smile that was totally inconsistent with it, as if what he was standing on was not a life but a worthless piece of rag.
"what are you talking about!"
"If you had just drunk that cup of something, wouldn't this have happened? Your stupid resistance was just a joke in the end."
De Zheng's eyes widened with anger, as if they were about to spit fire. He gritted his teeth and roared with all his strength:
"You devil, I will never let you go!"
"Ah"
De Zheng stared at Bai Ying with anger on his face, but there was nothing he could do other than that.
"Na!"
Shiro chuckled.
"I'll give you one more chance."
Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the hall.
An elderly couple was dragged in roughly, their eyes full of fear and helplessness.
Seeing this scene, the originally dazed girl seemed to be electrocuted, and a glimmer of life flashed in her eyes.
She struggled desperately, trying to rush forward to protect her parents.
"Don't hurt my mom and dad!"
The girl's voice was filled with tears, but was easily suppressed by the white shadow.
(End of this chapter)