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Chapter 374 Jung's

The gate of Youhe River was not closed and looked like usual. Below it, a secret door was opened, and two figures fell on the suspension bridge on the river, moving forward against the waves splashed from the water below.

The person walking behind was wearing a gray robe and his hood kept shaking in the wind, but it was not lifted, as if an invisible force was stopping the incident.

The person walking in front of him had gray hair. Judging from the color of his hair alone, he was already in his twilight years. His face was indeed the same. His face, covered with ravines and his hands holding the suspension bridge, silently illuminated the vicissitudes he had experienced.

The one who walked behind was naturally cheese, but the one who walked in front was Jung. In fact, the mage was also surprised when he saw the changes in the latter. The vampire could adjust his appearance details, such as hair color and pupil color, which is not a strange story.

The real strange thing is that out of a disgust of death, the blood clan often does not let his appearance show an old attitude. Aging means destruction and will arouse palpitations about the passing. But Jung did this. He did not shy away from turning his appearance into an old man in his twilight years, and also showed a posture that matched his appearance in his actions, although it was mostly because he was walking on the flowing water.

Vampires are afraid of the flowing water. They cannot really kill a blood clan holding the blood of the true ancestor. However, the continuous flowing rivers are enough to become natural coffins and block the nobles of the night who accidentally fall into it. Therefore, they are thrown into the sea. The torture of the blood clan is even more cruel than being exposed to the sun, because it means the eternal darkness and loneliness and coldness.

However, for the sake of recycling the blood of the True Ancestor, there are not many blood clans who have been tortured in this way, looking at the history of the entire Twelve bloodlines. In the entire blood clan law, this punishment has never been used as the result of the sentence, because even the writers themselves are afraid of it.

Fear is a subtle thing. It is a bit like wine. It is very strong when you taste it first, and it will choke and cough, and vomit and lose consciousness when you drink it right. Some people always swear that they will never drink again, and then when night falls, they will fill the wine glass again. It is also fear. Water droplets splash onto the skin. The coldness reminds Jung of the wet soil. The soil will pour into the nose, into the lungs, and fill the whole body. It is a feeling of death.

But since he made this cableway as a backup passage, he naturally did not use it to kill himself. He knew that although the water here reminded him of death, he could not really let him return to the ground.

So fear fermented into a more subtle emotion, the strongest stimulant, and the cheese walking behind couldn't see how distorted Jung's smile was now. This twisted smile did not disappear until they reached the end of the suspension bridge and climbed a ladder.

When they climbed onto the floor, the mage discovered that this place should be a warehouse of a slave trader. A large number of cages covering the curtains were piled up here, some were empty, and some were making unknown sounds. The blood clan and gray robe had the ability to see things in the dark, so they could easily walk between the dark cages without being tripped.

"This place once belonged to a slave merchant who made profits by selling civilians in other regions. I think his business had a non-beneficial impact on the city, so he took over his business and territory. You see, it is one thing to turn prisoners of war and debtors into slaves, and it is another thing to plunder civilians at will. The former is part of the business, while the latter is destroying the identity order. If everyone can be turned into slaves, who will try to get close to this place? To develop, respect is necessary." Jung explained softly, and he could hear that he attached great importance to the concept of respect.

"The respect of this city makes it devastated. Too many dark corners can breed too much decay. I have never heard of any city that has three kinds of evil gods and believers at the same time, let alone these evil gods related to water flow. When the power of these guys becomes huge, there will be no development. The arrival of a fanatical sacrifice is enough to destroy everything." Cheese frowned slightly, and the frivolous words of the blood clan made him feel very dissatisfied.

For those who have lived most of the time in Gray Tower and Cang Lion, self-discipline is a must, and so is the moral ethics developed by self-discipline. If the so-called respect means the destruction and contempt of moral ethics, it is not a matter of respect, but just an excuse to exercise crazy actions under the guise of respect.

"It is precisely because of this that I choose to walk with you. The rushing is a vibrant tree, and its branches sometimes grow too densely, which requires people like you and me to prune it. As for you, there are too many cultists here, I want to tell you a subtle reality. When there are only one or two evil god worship forces in this city, people must open every cave to hunt them like looking for mice. But when the cultists here proliferate like rabbits, there is an effective check and balance between themselves. The sacrifice you mentioned is not that no one has prepared. But guess who was the one who destroyed the sacrifice in the end? It is not me, nor is it a big figure in this city, but other cultists. They will not tolerate anyone attracting something to believe earlier than themselves." Jung's voice was a little bitter.

For a person who has a deep hatred with the evil god, the words just now are light, but in fact, no one knows the powerlessness that must rely on cultists to check and balance each other to maintain safety.

He was eager to clear these damn things from this city and from this world, but he was struggling with the limitations of his ability. This was also the reason why he chose to act with Cheese this time. From the ability shown by Gray Robe, Jung saw hope and hope to break the current deadlock.

Cheese is not stupid, and he has already noticed something from the inconsistencies in the blood clan's words.

"Maybe you are right. But these guys are hidden dangers after all. The restraint will only work if they are equally strong. If someone breaks the balance of power between them, then it will not be solved by a check or balance. Before that, I hope you can tell me our goal this time. I have dealt with many evil gods, and the Frog Walker is not among them. I don't know much about Him and His believers."

Jung nodded when he heard this, and he brought Cheese here first for this purpose. He confirmed the position, stretched out his hand to pull a thick cloth to reveal the iron cage below and the things inside. "The frog walker, like His name, is similar to the frog in our world. But it is just like the appearance, or people really cannot describe it with known knowledge, so they can only be named in the image of the nearest. His believers generally live near the river, engaging in various despicable transactions, with the purpose of earning money and power, gaining status among the believers, and achieving the great transformation they speak of."

The things in the cage are weird and disgusting. It is a mummy. It seems that the cause of death should be caused by being locked in the cage and thirst. The mummy's limbs are subtle. Even if they have no muscles, the back ends of its limbs, that is, the forearms and calf parts, are extremely developed, while the front ends degenerate and shrink.

Similarly, the two holes that occupy almost half of the head look extremely terrifying. If they were eye holes, I'm afraid that the frightening it caused when it was alive would not be too scary. The skin of the corpse looked like rubber that had lost its elasticity, wrinkled and curled into a ball, which was disgusting. In general, it was like a frog creature with human size and certain human-like characteristics. However, if you look closely, you can find that the frog-like characteristics on this thing actually only look similar to a frog, with different essential functions and structures.
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