Chapter 394: Volume 1_Chapter 394 Evil Dragon x Slave x Witch (14)

Volume 1_Chapter 394 Evil Dragon x Slave x Witch (14)

After clearing out all the guards in the shelter, Jiang Zhi came to those pillars, where the residents tied up were tortured beyond human shape.

When the barely conscious residents saw her, they struggled to pull out a weak smile.

They should have died in the slums, but the master saved them, so they endured the guards' abuse and whipping without revealing the master's whereabouts.

Even though Jiang Zhi was accustomed to life and death, seeing this scene she felt unbearable in her heart and anger rose.

Slowly healing their wounds, the residents bound nearby were freed by Gu He, and they all came over to help.

After Jiang Zhi healed the last wounded person, she turned to prepare to deal with the guards' corpses, when she saw a woman rushing over, holding a little boy in her arms.

The little boy was kind and timid, often hiding behind to peek at her secretly, and dared not come over to speak to her.

He never cried, knowing it would bring trouble to himself and his mother; at a young age he held a broom and swept the ground where she passed, sensible and well-behaved.

But now the little boy lay in the woman's arms, his face deathly pale, his body soaked in blood, the exposed half of his arm split open with flesh torn—marks from a spiked whip.

The woman knelt on the ground, sobbing as she pleaded: "Please, please master, save little nine."

In the slums, slaves have no names, only numbers carved on their chests; the boy's number is 3479, and everyone calls him Little Nine.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi's pupils slightly stalled, and she quickly cast a healing spell.

But the little boy had already breathed his last; that whip strike took his life in an instant.

Her fingers hovering in midair trembled slightly; she had used too much magic today, her mental energy was exhausted, and continuing would cause her to collapse from the strain.

Yet she was unwilling to give up.

"If you cast again you'll die!" Gu He frowned, stepping forward to stop her.

Before coming here she had saved two hundred million slaves in the slums; in her current state, there was no doubt she was shortening her lifespan.

The little boy in the woman's arms was already dead; no matter how she cast spells, it would be of no avail.

Jiang Zhi recalled before leaving.

The little boy ran up behind her, nervously whispering: "Master, can I come with you?"

He also wanted to help the master.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhi smiled and said: "You're still young; when you grow up, I'll take you then."

The little boy was very excited, timidly raising his eyes, his smile immature yet pure: "Mm! I will surely grow up quickly, and then I can protect the master too."

When Jiang Zhi mounted her flying cloak, the little boy below shouted:

"Master! Be safe~ I'll wait for you to come back~"

…

Her thoughts returned to the present.

Jiang Zhi's gaze fell on the boy's ashen face, her fingers hovering in midair slowly tightening.

"Didn't you say you'd wait for me to come back?"

The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, her fingers covered half her face, her voice hoarse.

"Why won't they even spare a child?"

Gu He, questioned by her, startled, met her bloodshot eyes, his heart tightening.

He moved his dry lips, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

As the king of Zhucheng, the guards were his subordinates, the people who guarded Zhucheng and the palace, yet they took lives lightly and harmed the poor.

In the guards' eyes, slaves were hardly better than ants, easily trampled to death.

Gu He suddenly realized that over these years he had overlooked many things, looking on as they discriminated against and abused slaves like an accomplice.

He had been a failed king.

And Jiang Zhi, merely a witch by birth, had always been protecting that group of slaves at the bottom.

——Why does one's birth determine one's fate?

This is something those who dwell in Zhucheng enjoying wealth and honor have never considered.

Gu He had not considered it either.

"I'm sorry……"

Jiang Zhi didn't glance at him again: "Go, leave this place."

He shouldn't have come to this shelter in the first place.

Gu He stood there a long while, then after a moment he asked: "You've long known my identity, right?"

Jiang Zhi remained silent.

Gu He's whole body seemed to have lost all strength, he awkwardly turned his face, slowly turned around, and left with heavy steps.

…

Throwing the dead guards' corpses into Chendi, Jiang Zhi tightly gripped the brush in her hand with difficulty and began to draw on the open ground before her.

Lush green grass covered with small white flowers, a clear stream flowed along one side, the splendid colors of the sunset splashed over the river and grass, a deep pit appeared in the center with a stele standing beside it.

Jiang Zhi exerted all her strength to place the little boy into the deep pit, took one last look at him, and buried him in the pit.

The brush slipped from her palm, striking the lawn, she stood up and walked forward with unsteady steps.

The Zhucheng Grand Elder had not received news of the guards; he would surely personally send people to come, utterly exterminate the shelter and seize it for himself.

Jiang Zhi now needs to quickly recover her energy.

Xiaohei, who had come to look for her, approached and saw her swaying form.

He hurried over, the girl slipped into unconsciousness and fell into his arms.

"Her vitality is very poor," the Evil Dragon said faintly in his mind.

Xiaohei didn't know what had happened after he fainted; upon emerging he saw a chaotic shelter, many dead.

——What happened?

Evil Dragon did not answer his question, but instead said softly: "I can save her."

Xiaohei remained silent.

Evil Dragon also wasn't in a hurry: "If this continues, she won't live past a year."

Casting talisman spells inherently requires a price; that is also the reason messengers are short-lived—they burn their lives to create spells capable of contending with demon beasts.

It acknowledges that this human wizard possesses extraordinary talent, but often the greater the wizard's talent, the heavier the price after casting spells.

Evil Dragon still does not want to just lose this treasure like that.

Xiaohei stopped his steps and closed his eyes.

After a moment, Evil Dragon took over the body.

Embracing the girl in his arms, Evil Dragon extended a finger and touched her forehead; darkness seeped in drop by drop from the fingertip, quickly spreading throughout her body.

This is the most ancient technique of the Dragon Clan, capable of transferring one's own life force into a human body.

Among demon beasts, dragons have the longest lifespans; they are ageless and deathless unless their vital meridians are injured, otherwise they cannot die.

The entire process of the technique takes one or two hours.

Evil Dragon's slit pupils narrowed slightly; ruthless, icy, and merciless, his gaze fell upon the girl's pale, delicate face, and boundless killing intent surged from his heart.

At this moment she can no longer maintain the seal that binds it and the Half-beast's forbidden technique; as soon as she dies, it will be free again, and this world ought to be destroyed.

It's merely a treasure; if lost, one can simply go seek another treasure.

When Evil Dragon was about to interrupt the spell, the girl in his arms suddenly awoke.

She opened her hazy, unfocused eyes; the instant she saw Xiaohei's face, redness appeared at the corners of her eyes, tears streamed down, her clear, pure pupils filled with sorrow, revealing a hint of fragility and pitiableness.

"Xiaohei, Xiao Jiu died; he said he would wait for my return, but I never even saw his last face—I couldn't save him. Clearly I can save so many people, why can't I save him?"