The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Interrupting his thoughts, Ning Feng removed his hand from the doorknob upon hearing this, turned around and looked back into Chu Yu's eyes, gazing into those excessively pure eyes.

Is there anything about him?

He tilted his head slightly, but then looked back into Ning Feng's eyes and said:

"It's nothing, but I just feel that he might be a little different from what he appears to be."

Oh, you actually noticed that?

Seeing Chu Yu's confident expression, Ning Feng was somewhat surprised.

Chu Yu's overly delicate appearance was so deceptive that Ning Feng always subconsciously regarded her as a character whose will should be ignored and protected in the background.

But if Ning Feng thought about it carefully, he would realize that the seemingly weak girl in front of him was not a burden.

Jiang Wan's team consists of awakened individuals from two bloodline lineages and two spiritual lineages.

Of the two bloodline lineages, the other spiritual lineage of angels prefers violence to strategy, and Chu Yu, being the youngest, is indeed the most reliable.

In Jiang Wan's team, Chu Yu plays the role of a strategist who considers the big picture and analyzes situations.

Even Jiang Wan had mentioned to Ning Feng that Chu Yu wasn't as weak as she appeared, and that she could trust her without worry in many situations.

……Wait.

Something seems off, doesn't it?

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Ning Feng confidently scrutinized the girl in the room.

Ning Feng was quite confident in his observational skills.

It's normal to ignore it once or twice, but it's not right to do it too often, is it?

How could you make such a basic mistake again and again?

Ning Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the feeling he gave Chu Yu changed dramatically in an instant, as if he had revealed a part of his true self.

It was as if a monster in the darkness had opened a single eye, revealing a hint of terrifying power.

!

!

It is this feeling.

Chu Yu clenched his left hand behind his back, not wanting to reveal his trembling and panic.

"It's...it's this feeling that my disguise will be seen through that scares me the most."

Despite being on the side of a comrade, I'm always intimidated by Ning Feng's eyes whenever I see him.

Gritting his teeth, Chu Yu tried his best not to reveal his cowardice.

However, Ning Feng quickly realized his lapse in composure and apologetically looked away.

"Feel sorry."

Chu Yu is not an enemy.

Even if there are secrets, they are secrets among our own people, and we shouldn't look at them with such prying eyes.

"……fine."

Relieved, Chu Yu loosened his clenched fist and whispered:

"What I want to say is... what do you think about what that strange man said? Should we go and help him?"

Chu Yu didn't notice it at the time, but after thinking about it later, he realized that what the strange man said might not be nonsense.

After all, they knew what the night was really like, and those who were alive now were all ghosts.

They are all dead.

We missed our chance earlier, but if we go looking for that strange man now, we should be able to find more clues and details from him.

But Ning Feng's actions took Chu Yu by surprise.

He shook his head, without giving a direct answer.

Ning Feng walked to the window, opened it, and let the wind outside blow into the room, strongly blowing against their clothes and hair.

The sky outside the window was gloomy, with dark clouds hanging very low, giving the impression that a storm was brewing.

Ning Feng reached out and felt the humidity outside with his fingertips, and sighed:

"It's going to rain, and it's going to be a heavy rain."

"Trial, do you know what that means?"

Frowning, Chu Yu didn't understand why Ning Feng brought up this topic at this time, and shook his head in confusion.

"Ah, don't overthink it, what I want to say is actually very simple."

People often call themselves riddle tellers, but Ning Feng didn't intend to do so this time.

"This means that the ancient city was immediately paralyzed by the torrential rain."

He was trying to use some simple and easy-to-understand examples to explain his meaning.

"And afterwards, only in the noble district will there be hard stone-paved roads that will not turn into muddy ground due to rain, and carriages will not get stuck in them."

"And beyond that, the outer working-class areas and even slums will become a disaster, and the roads will be impassable."

"Because of this situation, the common people in Hukou who relied on driving horse-drawn carriages to transport goods to support their families had no jobs and were forced to stay at home. They even had to go hungry for a day to reduce the loss of their jobs."

"And the goods piled up outside will also come back to life because of the accumulation, causing merchants to lose money and eventually become unable to hire laborers to move the goods."

"A vicious cycle."

This is not a problem specific to this royal city; what Ning Feng described was a very common situation during the Dark Ages.

"And these are all established facts, which will not change no matter what we do."

After entering the city, Ning Feng kept observing his surroundings and discovered almost all the typical bad habits of the Dark Ages.

This royal city is like a microcosm of that harsh era.

Like a microcosm of darkness.

The lives of the lowest classes are always the most miserable; in that dark era, they were merely a number that reflected the strength of a territory.

Those in power control resources but do not distribute them, enjoying their power while ignoring the deaths of those in power.

Ning Feng withdrew his hand, leaned against the window, looked at Chu Yu who had a puzzled expression on his face, and smiled:

"Still don't understand what I'm trying to say? That's okay, my meaning is actually very simple."

Lightning flashed across the gloomy sky, illuminating the dark room and Ning Feng's deep eyes.

The sky, brightened by the lightning, gradually darkened, but the eyes that shone in the lightning did not go out.

"There are far too many people in this city who need help, like that strange guy from earlier."

With his back to the dark sky, the demon, his eyes gleaming, spoke softly:

"If we try to help them one by one, it won't be enough time."

Chapter 212 Plans Always Outpace Change

After the lightning, a deep rumble of thunder soon followed, like war drums exploding in the sky.

The demon, who called himself a hero, smiled faintly, but in the darkness, the smile seemed to carry a faint mockery.

He was just one person. Even with Chu Yu and the tool, the combined strength of the three of them was far too weak for a city.

They have no power.

We're too busy.

It's beyond saving.

"Besides... even if we help them, they might not appreciate it."

That's just how reality is. Even if Ning Feng were to help those impoverished people now, there's a high probability they wouldn't understand.

More often than not, they will be seen as bad people who disrupt a peaceful life.

Ignorant and backward.

This is a true reflection of them.

It was tragic and miserable.

This is their pitiful fate.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and raindrops gradually fell from the sky, quickly gathering into lines and pouring down.

Dark clouds loomed over the entire capital, obscuring the sky and blocking out the crimson full moon.

The room, where the candles hadn't been lit yet, was unusually dark, but a pair of eyes gradually lit up.

It was no longer aided by lightning, but stained crimson.

Walking out the window where the rain was falling, Ning Feng's eyes were bright and bloodshot, but his smile was exceptionally warm.

He was very kind to Jiang Wan's teammates and explained in a timely manner:

"To be honest, what these people's lives are like has nothing to do with us, right?"

……wrong.

This shouldn't be the case.

Chu Yu wanted to refute, but was overwhelmed by an inexplicable pressure and unable to resist.

Listening to Ning Feng gradually twist his logic, listening to him softly say that everything was worthless.

As Ning Feng passed by Chu Yu, who stood frozen in shock, he spoke softly:

"What's it to you? What's it to me? If you just don't meddle in other people's business, you'll have far fewer troubles in life."

That's not right!

The person Wan-jie likes, the kind person she speaks of, shouldn't be such a selfish person.

Something must be wrong.