Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 309 Laugh

The short dagger seemed so small in front of the tall and mysterious succubus, like an insignificant needle.

But the bloody dagger contained the woman's fiery will, like a divine weapon, it pierced fiercely into the succubus's body.

The moment the dagger pierced, the succubus's body trembled violently, she let out a sharp scream, and black smoke gushed out from her wound.

The woman seemed to understand something at this moment, and her eyes became firm and sharp.

She gripped the dagger tightly and drew a circle around the succubus's body. Where the blade passed, the black skin cracked as if burned by flames.

The succubus' screams became more and more miserable. Her body was cut in half and eventually turned into thick black smoke and dissipated into the air.

She didn't die, she just returned to Hell, but her disappearance cost Lady Nightingale a heavy price.

The contract with the devil gave her incredible power, but the devil's departure also brought terrible backlash. Mrs. Nightingale's body aged rapidly, her skin became loose, and her hair turned gray, as if she had lost decades of vitality in an instant.

She collapsed on the ground, breathing rapidly, her eyes full of fatigue and pain. She knew she needed more sacrifices to summon the succubus.

Last time it was the blood of eighteen girls, what about next time?

As she was thinking about this question, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head and her consciousness began to blur.

Anyone with a dagger stuck in his head would be like her.

Her vision gradually became blurred, and she looked at Shi Fei blankly, unable to believe that she had died just like that!

Her eyes were full of disbelief! She originally thought that Shi Fei was just showing off his strength so that she could pay more chips.

She never thought that her life would end in such a ridiculous way.

"I'm free..." Seeing Mrs. Nightingale fall, the woman with blood on her left hand collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her eyes were filled with mixed emotions—hatred, pain, relief, and a hint of confusion.

Her freedom was bought with blood and luck. But can other people in this city find their own freedom like her?
"What's your name?" Shi Fei asked.

"Sannah Milo," Shannah answered blankly, with a hint of fatigue in her voice.

"From today on, you will be in charge of Nightingale." Shi Fei pointed to the middle-aged man beside him: "He will help you."

The middle-aged man had been standing aside in silence since he opened Mrs. Nightingale's door. He did not come back to his senses until Shi Fei pointed at him.

At this moment, his face was pale. Looking at the disappearing succubus, he muttered to himself: "This...what on earth is going on?"

It turns out that Mrs. Nightingale made a deal with the devil! No wonder...

"Old friend, although I don't know the origin of this woman, although she killed Madam Nightingale..." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and continued, "But she is not qualified to be the boss. She does not have enough qualifications."

The middle-aged man saw Shi Fei's eyes on him, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Me? I can't do that either! There are many old people in the gang, they are very powerful, they won't obey me."

He still thought that Shi Fei was his old friend. Shi Fei didn't say much, but picked up the dagger on the ground, handed it to the middle-aged man, and said in a cold tone: "Then kill them."

Shi Fei had no sympathy for these gang members who lived in the dark. In his opinion, these people were just the product of urban decay, and he would not feel guilty about eliminating them.

"No! I don't want to be a nightingale either!" Shana shook her head, tore off a piece of tablecloth, and simply bandaged the wound on her hand. There was a hint of fatigue and determination in her voice: "I am free now, and I want to live my own life."

"What kind of life do you want?" Shi Fei asked her.

"I..." Sana fell into memories and murmured to herself, "I want to have a home, someone to rely on, a man who loves me, and a lovely child."

Shi Fei looked at her speechlessly. After a moment of silence, he said, "You can become a Nightingale, improve the entire gang, and rescue women like you."

"But... I just want to pursue my own life." Shanna whispered, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in her tone, "If it weren't for revenge, I can't say I..."

Maybe she won't survive. She has survived until now only because of hatred!

“I see that your heart is full of hatred, and I thought…” Shi Fei sighed, smiled, and said, “Forget it, whatever you want.”

He originally thought that the hatred in Shanna's heart would make her a malleable talent who could change the Nightingale Gang and even change part of the city.

Her pain and anger could have turned into a sharp knife to cut through the decay and darkness of this city.
But not everyone has the courage to change the world. She finally chose to pursue her own life and escape.

Thus, the position of the leader of the Nightingale Gang naturally fell on the shoulders of the middle-aged man.

"No...I can't do it!" The middle-aged man shook his head, with a hint of panic and uneasiness in his voice.

His face was full of resistance, as if this position was a mountain pressing on his shoulders, which could crush him at any time: "Old friend, my ability is limited, and I can't support such a big stall at all."

The underground world of Goff City is ever-changing. Gang leaders must not only be ruthless but also versatile. When facing pressure from the upper echelons, they must know how to use the upper echelons to fight the upper echelons. When facing internal disputes, they must be able to balance the interests of all parties.

The middle-aged man knew very well that he was just a small character and never thought that one day he would be in such a position.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Shi Fei seemed to be stating a simple fact: "Many people are like pigs caught in the wind. The difference between humans and pigs may be just a gust of wind."

"..." The middle-aged man didn't know how to respond and just thought Shi Fei's metaphor was wonderful.

"A real man lives in the world, how can he be depressed and inferior to others for a long time!?" Shi Fei patted his shoulder and said, "You can do it!"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "I...I'll try."

"Take me underground to have a look!" Shi Fei said to the middle-aged man.

He found something interesting underground.

"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded, walked to Mrs. Nightingale's body, bent down, and took off the jewel-studded Nightingale mask from her face.

Under the mask, Mrs. Nightingale's face was shriveled and pale, like a puppet that had been drained of vitality. Her eyes were still open, empty and lifeless, as if silently accusing something.

(End of this chapter)