Myth analysis, I know the plot, I am invincible

Chapter 1744

"Old ghost, you are also an old man among the mixed blood. It is not easy to live to this day."

"Why do you want to make things difficult for yourself?"

"The laborers ran away. What does that mean? First, it is a rebellion against the rules of the Wizard City. Second, it is a threat to the future order of the Wizard City."

"Look, three patrol teams have already gone to investigate the prisoner. How much manpower and resources have been wasted?"

"Why couldn't you take precautions in advance? Why didn't you try to stop him? Even if you knew his whereabouts, it would at least make it easier for the patrol team to catch him."

"And what happened? You did nothing but watched the criminal escape."

"You said you were powerless, but it doesn't look like that. Your behavior seems more like you are dissatisfied, just like the criminal who chose to escape instead of coming to do hard labor."

South city, large construction site!

There are a lot of people here who are dressed in rags, have pale faces and are thin.

Each of them was doing extremely boring and heavy work, carrying hundreds of kilograms of stones back and forth on the construction site.

These people are both male and female, old and young, all different.

But they all have a very typical characteristic, that is, their witch blood is very weak and belongs to mixed blood.

There is a high platform on the construction site.

There was a bloody man hanging there. His clothes were already simple and now they were tattered due to being whipped. Blood was dripping along his toes, forming a pool of blood. It was obvious that he had been tortured for quite a long time.

It was the old man, the one who showed Li Su a clear path.

He was already thin and unable to bear the heavy burden, and because of the torture, he looked even more miserable. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, one would have thought it was a corpse hanging.

The breath is too weak.

Not far in front of the old man, there was a fat man sitting.

He was fat and big-eared, crammed into a chair, looking like a small mountain from a distance. His flesh was covered with a thin layer of glistening sweat in the setting sun.

Next to the fat man, two women were kneeling. One was cutting meat for him, shaving the fat meat off the bones, dividing it, and carefully placing it in a plate that the fat man could just reach with his right hand. The other one was holding a towel made of some fur, not higher than the fat man's shoulders, wiping the sweat from him because of the hot weather.

Although the two witches have a low status, in fact their witch blood is much higher than that of the laborers on the construction site, although it still does not meet the standards of the witch people in the witch city.

Standing around the fat man were more than thirty black knights with awe-inspiring auras and strong physiques. They were responsible for the management of the construction site and protecting the fat man.

The fat man grabbed the towel beside the plate and wiped the grease off his palms. He grabbed the whip with blood and minced meat on the edge of the dining table and swung it casually. The long black whip flew across a distance of several meters like a poisonous snake coming out of a cave and hit the old man's body again.

Pa~!

There was a slight sound, and blood splattered. The old man, whose chest was barely rising and falling, immediately began to tremble violently and let out a muffled groan.

Seeing this, the fat man did not stop with his right hand, but swung out two more whips, causing the old man to convulse and almost suffocate. Then he raised his hand to take the whip back and placed it on the edge of the dining table again.

I have to say that even though he was fat and big, he used the whip quite well, neither too light nor too heavy, which hurt people but not too seriously.

"Really? You should respond when someone talks to you. Otherwise, people will think you're asleep, and that makes me look incompetent."

"By the way, don't die, old man. Even if you have to die, you have to wait until you have walked through the bloody thorns and set a good example for the mixed bloods. Otherwise, your family will have to take your place."

"I remember you have a granddaughter. It's not easy to raise her. It would be tragic if you got her into trouble."

The hanging old man trembled, and at this moment he increased his breathing intensity, it was obvious that the fat man's threat hit his vital points.

However, facing the scene on the high platform, the people who were carrying stones around were completely unmoved. They continued to do their work silently, as if they had gotten used to it and no longer cared.

A bunch of unruly people, they appear docile on the surface, but do they think I don’t know what they are thinking deep down?

Pretend not to see? Haha, go ahead, just pretend.

You attacked the prosecutor outside of South City, and you think I can't find out? Hey, I'll kill this old guy today and then I'll slowly deal with you guys.

This matter will never be over unless all the people involved are dug out one by one and killed.

The fat man smiled coldly and quickly turned his gaze back to the hung old man. "Old man, why don't you tell me? It's been three hours. Why insist? As long as you tell me the whereabouts of the criminal, you will feel relieved, and so will I, right?"

The old man breathed hard to show that he was not dead, then slowly opened his eyes. His old eyes were filled with fatigue, and it seemed that the light could go out at any time, but deep in his pupils, there was a hint of fire burning.

I can't die. I can't just die like this.

The old man twitched his weak lips and uttered a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Sir, I really don't know. That boy suddenly ran away. I didn't react at all. I could only come here to report."

Having said this, the old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength and could not go on.

"Haha, you're going to refuse to tell me even if you die? I'm fine, I'm fine."

The fat man sneered and picked up the whip again. "Then let me see, which one is harder, your words or your life."

As if he didn't want to go on, the fat man decided to kill.

With a wave of his thick arm, the black whip was raised again, which was completely different from before. It directly broke through the air and created a terrifying momentum.

There is no doubt that this whip is fatal!

The old man was still silent. In fact, he was almost at the end of his life and could no longer speak.

At this moment, he felt sad and couldn't help but regret.

It wasn't because he was being stubborn and unwilling to reveal Li Su's whereabouts, nor was it because of his own ending, but because of his granddaughter.

In fact, when he saw the fat man in front of him, he knew that the other party would not let him go.

Although it was he who suggested Li Su's departure, it was not actually serious.

Wucheng's attitude towards mixed-bloods is not to treat them as slaves or servants. Slaves are human beings, and the high and mighty Wu clan should not have such people. Therefore, the dead mixed-bloods are the good mixed-bloods.

Therefore, giving Li Su the suggestion was indeed a kind gesture, as it helped Li Su escape from his suffering.

If it were another prosecutor, the other party would just laugh it off.

But the fat man in front of him is different. This bastard, or the family behind him, is very extreme in discriminating against people of mixed blood. Therefore, their attitude towards people of mixed blood is also extremely bad, and they want to kill them.

Therefore, not long ago, the fat man’s relative was stabbed to death from behind after leaving South City.

It was a miserable death.

Mixed blood is just a weak witch blood, not completely without any power.

Afterwards, he was naturally furious. Not only did the patrol team and the Black Cavalry go out in full force, but the fat man also took action personally and arrested quite a few people.

Unfortunately, those who did it have not been caught until now.

Therefore, the moment he saw the fat man, the old man immediately realized that the timing was too bad and it gave the other party a reason to cause trouble for him. No matter how he explained, the other party would never let him go.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but smile bitterly. He would be dead if he died, as he had lived too long. Now that he was well, his granddaughter might not be able to escape the other party's clutches.

He had no doubt about the fat man's viciousness. Even if the other party didn't say it, he would never let his family go. Even more so if he said it, he would never let him go.

You are obviously living in hell, why are you doing such a stupid thing?

Now that he had killed himself and his granddaughter, and when he died and became a wild ghost, the other party probably wouldn't be grateful to him. Instead, he would be full of hatred, thinking that he was the one who sent him to his death.

Haha, haha, hahaha.

Well, well! It is better to go back to such a hell. Although it will be more painful at the end of life, it is worse than continuing to live in such a place for decades.

How much better it would have been if I had known earlier that I should not have given birth, or if the baby had been strangled to death in the cradle after birth. At least I wouldn't have to suffer this damn pain.

Looking at the whistling whip, the old man's eyes, which he opened with great effort, were blurred at that moment. His eyes, which had been completely dry since the day his son died of exhaustion in his arms, became moist again.

What a wonderful witch city!

Someone who has died once can actually die again.

Haha, hahaha!

The black whip transformed into a dragon and pounced on the old man.

This time, it was no longer the body, but the old man's head. Not only did he have the intention to kill, he was actually going to kill him.

The disabled old man and the mixed blood group below can be ignored, so what about the child of a few years old? Can he continue to remain silent? The fat man's small eyes were full of coldness and malice.

The air is torn apart!

The whip made a shrill sound, and it was the final blow. Below the stage, the insensitive mixed-bloods were finally affected in their movements and could no longer remain calm.

The old man was not only the longest lived person among the mixed-bloods, but he also secretly helped many of the mixed-bloods.

Many people's veins bulged, and the emotions that were suppressed deep in their hearts could not help but jump up and down, pushing away the thick mud that covered them bit by bit.

At this moment, a figure, with his back to the whistling whip, appeared in front of the old man.

It was so sudden that the fat man who attacked had no time to retract his hand. He could only watch as the whip in his hand hit the figure's head.

Of course, the whip did not hit the figure. Just before it fell on the figure's head, he reached out and grabbed it.

"who??"

At the first moment, the black knights around the platform moved, and the black guns in their hands were raised in an instant, with terrible murderous intent exploding, facing the person who suddenly appeared on the platform.

The mixed-bloods below the platform also changed their expressions. In their opinion, the only people who would save mixed-bloods would be people of the same mixed-blood. And it was obvious that taking action in this situation would simply be courting death, and would only be throwing away one's own life in vain.

Damn, young people? Why can't you keep calm? ? ?

The fat man was also laughing, his smile was ferocious and he looked very satisfied. He didn't expect that someone could really hold back and come down. He appeared on the podium silently. This strength was very good, very good.

This should be one of the main forces that killed his cousin, right?

As for the old man, he was a little dazed.

Although his vision was blurred for a moment, he actually didn't shed many tears. After all, his blood was almost drained out, so how many tears could he have? So, he looked clearly at the person who suddenly appeared.

It was the outsider who sent him to the tower!

The old man was shocked. Unlike others, although he had good intentions to save the man from suffering, he was also afraid. What if the man did not enter the tower but chose to escape? In that case, once the man was caught, it would be another matter.

Therefore, when Li Su went to the tower, the old man did not leave immediately, but stood in the distance and looked at him.

If the other party does not go in but escapes, the old man will immediately implement another plan.

Therefore, the old man saw Li Su enter the tower with his own eyes before he turned around and left and came to South City to report.

Since the tower was built in this wizard city, there is only one kind of person who can enter and come out, and that is those who are recognized by the tower and obtain the status of the tower's disciple.

"you you you!"

The old man couldn't help but twitch his body, and his eyes moved from the face of the person in front of him to his body.

What caught the eye was a black-based outfit with silver patterns, witch patterns engraved on it, and fluctuations of elemental aura.

This is a robe!

Moreover, it is a robe unique to the registered disciples of the Tower!

It wasn't just the old man. As the figure became clearer from being abrupt, the expressions of the black knights with guns in formation began to change drastically, and the mixed-bloods under the platform also showed strange expressions.

As for the fat man who had been grinning and maintaining a condescending attitude since his appearance, and who was once proud of his figure, he had already frozen, and beads of sweat the size of beans were seen pouring down his face and body.

It was as if he was in a heavy rain. In just a few seconds, his body was wet. No matter how hard the kneeling priestess wiped, she couldn't wipe it dry because there was too much wet.

High Tower, registered disciple!

These six words, like thunder, struck the minds of everyone at the south wall construction site.

There is no doubt that the person coming is Li Su.

He took a breath. The old man's condition was undoubtedly very bad. If it was any later, even if he had mastered the life-saving power of the Yi Mu Immortal Sutra, he would not be able to bring back a completely dead person.

At least, we caught up!

After using the registered disciple token to hit the forehead of the leader of the Black Cavalry who besieged him, causing him to bleed, Li Su did not cause any more trouble for the other party after being terrified.

The status of a registered disciple of the High Tower cannot be compared with that of the Black Knights of the Witch City Patrol. Even the powerful people in the Witch City must have a very high status to be qualified.

He himself did not suffer any loss, but the Black Knights were almost all severely injured by him. After the other party gave in because of the token, he immediately asked about the old man's situation and then ran over without stopping.

After all, the old man was grateful for his guidance, not to mention that he also hoped to establish an intelligence point in Wucheng through him.

He stretched out his hand, and a huge amount of vitality burst out, gently tapping the old man's body, healing his injuries while replenishing vitality for his dying body.

After a while, after making sure that the old man had basically recovered, Li Su snapped his fingers and broke the rope that was hanging him up.

Holding the old man, Li Su glanced at the black riders around him, pointed at the fat man who was sweating all over, and said, "Hang him up. There are no extra requirements. Just make sure it's exactly the same as how many times he whipped you and how long he whipped you for!"

In an instant, the fat man, who was sweating profusely, trembled.

He immediately raised his head, with seven parts of fear and three parts of forced calmness, and said: "Wait, my lord, although I don't know why you want to protect that mixed-blood, I have not violated the rules of Wucheng. As a Wu citizen of Wucheng, even if you are a disciple of the high tower, you cannot punish me without reason."

Li Su glanced at the other person and asked, "Why did you punish this old man?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but look terrified. He said in a trembling voice: "Because he let go of the prisoners who were supposed to do hard labor without permission, so he was punished."

Li Su smiled and said, "Really? So I'm already a criminal? This is really surprising. Okay, I'll give you one stick of incense to get my wanted poster. I can even write one on the spot with your own blood."

After saying that, he tore off a piece of cloth and threw it in front of the other person.

"One stick of incense, take your time, you can go home or go to the government office, anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

Prisoner? The fat man's pupils suddenly widened, almost to the point of popping out of his eye sockets. He stared at Li Su intently, with nothing but disbelief in his eyes.

How is it possible? How is it possible? How could he be the escaped prisoner?

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through the fat man's mind, and countless ideas grew. In the end, the fat man's face was full of despair. He suddenly raised his hand as big as a palm fan and hit himself on the top of his head with great ferocity.

Wanted order?

How could it be possible, or how could it be possible to have mixed blood?

Build one?

Are you kidding? No matter what the other party's identity was before, he is now a disciple of the tower. Therefore, if the fat man dares to use the name of Wucheng government office, Wucheng government office can kill his whole family. If he uses his own name, his family can kill his entire lineage.

Just when the fat man's palm was about to hit his head, Li Su's cold voice sounded, and said lightly: "If you dare to commit suicide, I will regard this matter as instigated by your family!"

The fat man paused, his face looking miserable.

Wucheng has a strict hierarchy.

Just like the fat man and the old man, facing the fat man, the old man doesn't even dare to die early.

Similarly, facing Li Su, who is a registered disciple of the tower, even if the fat man wants to commit suicide, he must get his consent, otherwise it will implicate everyone related to him.

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