The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

He roared at the group of people who didn't respect the fruits of his labor:

"This is my great creation! A brilliant creation worthy of leaving a glorious mark on history!"

"Shut up!

! ”

The sinister voice interrupted the old man, and Charles, who had lost an arm, was about to glare at him through gritted teeth.

"Damn it, stop talking! Where's the solution? Where's the antidote!?"

The old man paused, looking at Charles with a puzzled expression:

"Didn't you say you were going to poison them? Weren't we leaving? Why are you backing down now? This doesn't seem like..."

"Where's the antidote?! You idiot! Can't you see the situation?! Do you want to die here with us?!"

A large hand gripped the old man's neck tightly.

"Cough cough, no..."

"No!?"

Charles was taken aback, his expression suddenly changed, shifting from tense and angry to cold and sinister.

"Really not?"

"Really, really not..."

As soon as he finished speaking, this pharmacist, who was not very strong to begin with, suddenly felt death approaching!

"If that's the case, then you have no value."

pharmacist:!

!

At this moment, Charles also tore off his hypocritical facade and kicked the old pharmacist next to him to the ground.

With his right foot raised high, Charles ruthlessly stomped on the old man's head.

"No! Charles! Wait! Let me go! I still have..."

Kacha.

The immense force crushed down, like stomping on a watermelon, and red and white matter burst from the old man's head.

"Keeping you around? That would just waste the barrier's time..."

The situation is critical now, and the original plan has to be completely shelved. Survival is the biggest goal!

In order to survive, allies have no choice but to be abandoned.

card.

An ominous shattering sound rang out, and Charles turned around sharply, only to see a head appear on the outside of the barrier.

It was the head of a little girl, broken in two.

Even though she couldn't see inside the barrier, she stared intently at the tense Charles.

"whee……"

A happy smile appeared on her childlike face, which looked terrifying beneath the gruesome wounds, as she said:

"I've found... you."

The barrier that Charles relied on for survival shattered in the next instant!

"What!?"

……

……

Unlike the chaotic and frenzied interior of the villa, the outside world was remarkably quiet, separated only by a wall.

"And so, you have received the retribution and end you deserved."

Outside the villa, Andrew, wearing a black hoodie, stood quietly in the rain.

He watched the flames gradually rise, subconsciously reaching into his pocket, but couldn't find his cigarettes. Coming back to his senses, he sighed.

"It's a little disappointing."

He wasn't a smoker, but at times like this, he felt a slight urge to have one.

"Congratulations on your successful revenge."

In the cold, heavy rain, his curly black hair was soaked, and he looked up, admiring the scene before him.

The fire, which even the torrential rain could not extinguish, flickered in the darkness, reddening the surrounding night sky, but strangely, no undead noticed it.

This place is like entering a corner of a lonely world, unknown to anyone.

The sounds of battle clashes and angry roars echoed amidst the flames, carrying a profound sense of powerlessness.

Even awakened beings, who are stronger than ordinary people, lack the ability to deal with monsters after being infected with a specially made poison.

The result has been decided.

"It's time to go..."

Andrew pulled the brim of his hood down to cover the upper half of his face, and turned to walk into the night.

Glug glug glug...

Just as they were pondering their next move, the sound of a carriage wheel rolling over stone bricks came from a distant street corner.

The carriage approached steadily, seemingly unconcerned about the fire that had broken out before it.

"Someone's coming."

He wanted to hide, but Andrew suddenly realized something.

Why is it so quiet?

There was only the sound of wheels rolling over, but no sound of horses' hooves treading on stone slabs.

The next moment, he received the answer.

"What……"

The scene before him was so bizarre and unusual that Andrew instinctively stopped in his tracks.

A huge dark shadow appeared around the corner and then quickly approached.

As the other party approached, Andrew could see clearly what the carriage actually looked like.

The seven-headed undead monster was tethered and floated in front, rapidly flying forward and dragging the carriage.

Andrew: !

?

A tall man wearing a black raincoat was sitting in the driver's seat, leading the monsters and constantly adjusting their direction.

"What's this?"

A ghost carriage?

Andrew had seen ghost ships in many sources, but he had never actually seen a ghost carriage.

As a result, I actually stumbled upon something that wasn't even recorded at this time?

Moreover, judging from the feeling I got from that undead, this monster pulling the cart actually has strength close to the fourth rank!

Suddenly, a feeling of being watched welled up inside him, and he stopped in his tracks nervously.

Instinctively, Andrew didn't want to encounter another monster after just escaping from one.

But after he dodged it, he found that the carriage was not coming towards him; instead, it did not change direction and continued to move forward.

Just as he expected, once he stopped moving, those terrifying gazes ceased to be fixed on him.

"If you're not here for me... then don't cause trouble."

Andrew remained standing still, not wanting to be noticed because of his actions, and silently waited for the other person to pass by.

As they drew closer, Andrew was finally able to see the scenery clearly.

He was really curious and wanted to know what level of undead creature could use fourth-tier undead as horses to pull a carriage.

So he risked raising his head and glancing through the glass window inside the carriage.

Then, he stood there, frozen in place.

He saw a man.

A handsome man dressed in gorgeous aristocratic attire, holding a swirling glass of red wine.

!

?

Seemingly noticing Andrew's gaze, the man turned his head, glanced at him, and laughed.

In the instant their paths crossed, he raised his glass and gave Andrew a friendly nod.

Standing frozen in place, Andrew had no time to react and could only stare blankly as the carriage gradually drove away.

After a long while, he suddenly shook his head, staring in disbelief in the direction where the carriage was about to disappear.

self-mumbling:

"Was that... just a hallucination?"

"Why do I feel like I saw him?"

That terrifying noble ghost from before seemed to be...

Ning Feng?

Ah!

?

……