The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

The other person's health was extremely poor; not only was their spirit nearly exhausted, but their body was also on the verge of collapse.

"To be clearly dominated by fear, yet still cling to wishful thinking, is truly an ugly form of greed."

Given how things have already come to this, why would you still try to take advantage of others?

"Ariana, are all demon bloodlines this despicable?"

Even though he was prepared, seeing examples like this still left Ning Feng speechless.

Even if you're chaotic and evil, you still need to maintain some class, right?

It can't all be about greed and lust, that would be too shameful!

The black cat peeked out from the shadows and chuckled:

"It depends on your perspective. Does suppressing one's nature mean it's right? And who can say that indulging one's desires isn't right?"

"By the way, don't you think you should have other things to worry about right now, rather than these philosophical matters?"

Pointing to the underside of the person being pursued, Ariana looked at the bizarre pattern half-drawn in blood and laughed:

"See, haven't you found a clue?"

Chapter 53 What are you talking about?

Actually, Ning Feng had already noticed the anomaly in the room even without Ariana's reminder.

The room was filled with the sour smell of rotting food, and the floor was covered in dust. Judging from the facilities, this place should have been the kitchen of a restaurant, but it had been abandoned for some time.

But that wasn't what caught his eye the most. The real anomaly was the altar on the ground, constructed from dark blood.

Perhaps calling it an altar is not quite right, as it is very different from the altars Ning Feng had seen before.

Dilapidated, rudimentary, and devoid of any power, it's like ordinary graffiti.

What's going on?

Ning Feng was somewhat confused about the situation. He seemed to have found a clue, but he also seemed to have not found the right point.

"Cough cough..."

Just then, the man whose mind he had controlled coughed up a mouthful of blood that had risen to his throat from the shock.

He lay there with lifeless eyes, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking rather eerie.

The blood he coughed up emitted a foul odor that permeated the air, making the entire room smell even worse. But at that moment, Ning Feng twitched his nose.

"Ok?"

With a look of confusion in his eyes, Ning Feng sized the man up and down.

Ning Feng initially thought the smell in the room came from the rotting food, but he never expected it to be from the man's blood.

The blood used on the altar was exactly the same as the blood spurting from the man's mouth!

In other words, this altar was entirely constructed with his own blood.

"Oh no, did I arrest an innocent person by mistake?"

Is this guy the kind of good person who lives in darkness but yearns for the light, and would rather use his own blood as a ritual than harm others?

Was it a case of wrongfully killing innocent civilians?

After carefully examining the man's appearance and aura once more, Ning Feng pondered for a moment before shaking his head.

"It really doesn't look like it!"

Ning Feng was unwilling to do something as impolite as judging people by their appearance, but judging from the aura emanating from this man, the sense of depravity was undeniable.

Regardless of his current situation, he must have been corrupt in the past.

"What are you hesitating about? Such a beautiful and precious soul, how could you possibly find one so easily?"

At this moment, Ariana found it somewhat amusing and poked Ning Feng's cheek with her tail.

"You probably don't have a clear understanding of what a demon is."

"What are cowards? They are just the lowest level of demons, not particularly intelligent, greedy and timid."

"They are the embodiment of cruelty and greed when facing the weak, but they are incredibly docile when facing the strong."

"You can think of them as goblins among demons, only they're much crazier."

Demons are beings that follow their desires, and the greatest desire of the demon is fear.

They fear everything, including their own death.

"As for why he wasn't blinded by the urge to kill and attacked ordinary people, it's probably because he had been left with deep psychological trauma, and combined with his human intelligence, he was able to barely restrain his inner desires."

"Just like now, he wanted to attack you but was worried about being killed by you, so he could only stare at your back with burning eyes, waiting for you to let your guard down~"

The black cat patted Ning Feng's shoulder meaningfully and smiled ambiguously:

"Being pursued so passionately, you must be very popular with men! You can be proud of yourself~"

Oh.

Ning Feng had begun to get used to Ariana's speaking style, and he did not reply at this moment.

Otherwise, the meaningless conversations will go on forever!

Ning Feng felt no joy at being liked by a man; what he found even more amusing was the young man in front of him…

"In other words, he refrained from harming ordinary people because he was afraid of being discovered and eliminated."

"But following the revelation in his bloodline, he always wanted to construct his own advancement ritual, and in the end, he could only barely build an altar with his own blood?"

Is this what happens when you become a coward to a certain degree?!

That's a ruthless person!

"But what does that have to do with the clues you mentioned? We're looking for an altar to an evil god, not a ritual altar for a demon awakener's ascension... wait a minute."

After saying this, Ning Feng suddenly thought of a possibility and looked at the black cat with some uncertainty.

"Could it be that these two are connected in some way? And can be traced in reverse?"

Ta-da!

A sound effect played in his mind, and the black cat nuzzled Ning Feng's cheek encouragingly:

"That's right, young!"

"Although they have different uses and types, they are essentially the same kind of altar, so it's reasonable that they can be used interchangeably, right?"

Although he felt something was off about what he was saying, and there seemed to be something wrong with it, Ning Feng decisively chose to ignore the details and instead asked:

"So, can this altar be used now? Or do we need to replenish it? But where are we going to find that blood?"

If he were to ask, the Watchers would definitely be able to provide it, but Ning Feng still didn't want to reveal his relationship with Ariana.

He also felt that others probably couldn't do this kind of thing...

"Are you worried about the blood?"

Blinking, the black cat tilted its head in confusion, pointed at the man lying on the ground, and asked strangely:

"Isn't it readily available there?"

The two looked into each other's eyes and understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

Ariana: What are you talking about?

Ning Feng: What are you talking about?!

The two gazed at each other affectionately, realizing once again that there were still some differences between them in terms of values.

Finally, Ning Feng conceded defeat in this stalemate, frowning as he spoke:

"He would die if that much blood were drawn at once."

Ning Feng didn't say anything like, "This kind of thing is too evil, it can't be done!" He wasn't a completely kind person, nor was he pedantic.

But he still hesitated about whether to take the life of someone who was barely considered innocent.

Ning Feng personally admires the view that "one should judge by actions, not intentions, because no one is perfect in their heart."

If this man were a wicked person who committed all sorts of evil deeds, it would be fine; Ning Feng could use him as material without any psychological burden.

Regardless of what this man was really thinking, he ultimately did not go against his conscience to kill, so from that point of view, he can be considered somewhat innocent.

After a long silence, Ariana looked intently at Ning Feng, finally revealing a smile that he couldn't quite decipher.

She laughed and said:

"Then why not just not drain it all at once?"

"As you know, demons have a pretty good ability to regenerate their flesh and blood."

Ning Feng thought for a moment, then nodded:

"It's cruel."

"But I like it."

The two exchanged a smile, as if all barriers had been removed, and looked together at the unconscious man lying on the ground.

He flashed a bright smile.

Chapter Fifty-Four: Demons and Angels

My name is Fu Yong, and I am... no, I used to be a chef.

I'm probably thirty-three years old this year.

My memory has been a bit muddled lately, and I can't remember clearly.

Although it seems a bit strange now, I have always been a very ordinary person.

Perhaps it's true that whatever is lacking, it needs to be added to the name.

Although my name contains the character for "brave," I have never been a brave person since I was a child.

I'm afraid of bright light, afraid of being scolded by my parents, afraid that my bad exam results will be exposed, afraid that the girl I have a crush on will be won over by someone else...