The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

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"Miss, why don't you stay and keep me company?"

The kind with no return date in sight.

……

Following Ariana's instructions, Ning Feng opened the Book of the Forgotten and placed it next to the succubus, then dripped a drop of her blood onto it.

The change happened in that very moment.

The once ordinary book began to turn rapidly, the rustling sound of pages seeming like countless voices converging, all wailing:

And among all the voices, a somber voice whispered:

"Is anyone there? Can you see me?"

Why...why aren't you looking at me?

He seemed to be grieving, suffering because he couldn't be seen by others.

But soon, the voice began to distort, becoming ferocious and vicious, hoarsely saying:

"I get it, you all look down on me, don't you!?"

"You're all like this, all like this! You say you want to look at me, but you always look away!"

"Then I'll let you..."

The voice abruptly stopped, then countless overlapping voices rose up, filled with a gloating satisfaction at seeing someone about to suffer the same fate as themselves:

"Become like us!"

Pairs of withered, lifeless hands reached out from the book, grabbed the succubus's limbs, and then slowly pulled.

The body didn't move at all, but a single gray shadow was dragged out from it!

She struggled, tearing at the soul's hand, trying to break free.

But it was no use; she was gradually covered and eventually slowly dragged into it.

Splash splash splash splash.

The Book of the Forgotten slammed shut, then opened again, revealing a brand new page.

The new pages contained no poetry, only a picture of a seductive and alluring demon, seemingly staring intently at the reader.

Ning Feng closed the book, picked it up from the ground, examined the succubus corpse lying in place, and sighed:

"...This process was even more twisted than I imagined."

He had initially thought the book was about an innocent awakener, but judging from the outcome just now, it seems this guy deserved to die.

Clang clang!

"Alright~ containment complete!"

"Congratulations, you have successfully imprisoned a succubus and taken the first step down the path of crime!"

clap clap.

The pink paw pads slapped against each other, and the black cat seemed to enjoy it even more than the fighters, sincerely praising:

"I have to admit something."

Ok?

Turning his head, Ning Feng saw the black cat sitting in the center of the altar, grinning at him with a delighted expression:

"You're more talented than I thought, practically a born villain... uh, a devil~"

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"Of course! Need I say more?"

……

Bang!

The iron door to the basement was blasted open, and a squad of fully equipped soldiers rushed in with their guns at the ready, without any concern about being ambushed.

Cold, serious, and exuding a fierce aura in every move, one can sense the elite atmosphere just from their appearance.

But before they could fire, they witnessed a scene that sent chills down their spines!

In the dimly lit underground hall, countless intertwined bodies huddled against the wall, as if worshipping the altar in the center.

In the center of the hall, demons and humans were entangled, and blood stained everything.

They were like two statues, still tearing at each other, trying to devour each other's flesh and blood!

It seemed that their arrival broke the stalemate, and the demon slowly collapsed.

winter.

The blood-covered human paused for a moment, then slowly turned to look at the entrance...

Kakaka!

This sparked a chorus of cocking sounds.

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Succubus Hunter

The tense atmosphere was about to explode!

The soldiers, guns at their sides, had prominent veins in their arms, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

Pointing a dark gun barrel at him, Ning Feng seemed oblivious, struggling to open his blood-stained eyes to see who it was.

"Is it... reinforcements?"

Ning Feng's hoarse voice rang out, sounding particularly weak against the backdrop of the non-stop wrestling.

Even though Ning Feng appeared extremely weak, the support team did not lower their guard; instead, they slowly approached with their guns at the ready.

They pressed forward nervously, seeing Ning Feng not as a companion awaiting support, but as an unsettling and dangerous figure.

This is the site where cultists offer sacrifices to the gods, and any place that can be associated with the gods should not be taken lightly.

Unaware of the other person's tension, nor realizing the danger in his own situation, Ning Feng continued speaking to himself:

"I didn't let the succubus escape..."

"The ceremony was not allowed to continue."

Ning Feng smirked in the direction of the approaching person, revealing a smile that could only be described as tragic:

"My mission is complete."

"After that, it's all up to you..."

winter.

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed and fell heavily onto the succubus on the ground.

This isn't all acting.

Having gone through fierce battles and used extraordinary items, Ning Feng had indeed reached his limit, both physically and mentally.

Its mouth and nose covered the succubus's broad chest, and in addition to the smell of blood, a faint fragrance entered its nostrils.

Ok?

What does this feel like? Is this the legendary facial cleanser?

But killing someone first and then enjoying the pleasure seems rather immoral, doesn't it?

Would you consider this done while it's still hot?

No!

Don't think about it too much, it sounds a little perverted...

Even with Ning Feng's fall, the tense atmosphere did not lessen, and the support team continued to advance slowly.

They split into two groups: one group stopped the men and women around them who were still venting their emotions, while the other group carefully conducted various tests on Ning Feng.

The moment the result appeared, the team leader, finally relieved, shouted into his headset:

"Medical team! An operator has lost consciousness! Medical team, can you hear me?"

"Multiple serious injuries, massive blood loss..."

The sounds around him gradually faded away. Ning Feng only remembered that he seemed to be touched by many large hands, and he was too lazy to resist.

Before he could even voice his last thought:

"I left my phone at the door, could you please get it for me..."

……

When Ning Feng woke up, he found himself in a very bad situation.

Just how bad is it?

It can be summarized in a few words:

[Bound], [Restrained], [Entangled], [Tightly Binded]...

Oh.

Also, [hospital].

With his hands and feet strapped to the bed, Ning Feng was wrapped in bandages all over his body, only his head could move freely.

He turned his head and saw Yan Rulong standing beside the hospital bed, his face frosty.

Finished!