The found Tuo is three and a half years old

It's already June, and even in Siberia, in the extreme north of the earth, the air is already quite warm.

The sun has completely sunk behind the Ural Mountains, but the scorching heat from the warm sun of early summer still remains in the woods.

There is the sound of the wind with insects in my ear, and the scenery on both sides of the road is retreating rapidly. On the path in the forest, I am rushing forward at the fastest speed I can achieve. The destination is of course only one--

I am indeed not interested in the "Necromancer Society", but after waiting this afternoon, I understand one thing.

Fyodor is mine, he has become an inseparable part of my life.Anyone who tries to take him away from me is an unforgiving enemy.

Night is supposed to be the quietest time in the town at the foot of the mountain, at least when I brought Fyodor to see a doctor last time, there was hardly anything to be seen on the streets of the town except drunks and gangsters Pedestrians coming and going.

But the town right now is like a hot pot dripped with oil, and the bustling scene is even comparable to Yoshihara after nightfall.

It’s just that Yoshiwara’s nights are always full of joy and decadence from the soul, but right now this supposedly quiet town is so lively that it’s a bit weird, like prisoners in shackles being driven to the streets, dragging their shackles according to It's the same as the instructions of others.

Even if my brain has always been sluggish, it is enough to realize something when faced with such an excessively abnormal noise.

Under the cover of the night, the face of an oriental person on my head is not very conspicuous, or because the pedestrians passing by me are too focused on their own goals, in short, when walking on the streets of the small town, It is actually rare that no one looks sideways at my existence.

I don't really care - compared to this, what attracts my attention more is the little fragments of information left in the mouths of those passers-by.

"The people from the 'Necromancer Society' are really serious this time, even such a small child will not be spared."

"Hey, although that child is young, he is also a ghost. I heard that he offended someone."

"But no matter how offended, those two children look like they are not yet old enough to go to school, and the younger one is only three or four years old."

"Ordinary children of three or four years old wouldn't even think about breaking into the headquarters of the Necromancer Society..."

"...But even so, it would be pitiful to be hanged on the street for public execution."

Necromancer.

Public execution.

Something suddenly surged from the bottom of my heart, as if it was about to break through the top of my head.I no longer restrain my breathing, and I no longer want to restrain my strength.

My vision was covered in red almost at that moment, and I could clearly feel the veins on my forehead and the growth of my nails.

It's a bit scary to suddenly turn into such a hideous appearance on the street, but I don't care about the opinions of ordinary people.After hearing about the fact that Fyodor was arrested by that inexplicable organization, there was only uncontrollable anger left in my heart.

Because of all kinds of reasons and entanglement with grievances, those guys really dare to do this!

I'm not interested in human struggles, power, power, or money, but since they hurt my stuff, I don't mind using my own power to start a fight in this town Burning the fire of karma.

The focus of the crowd flow is the gallows set up at the intersection.However, the Necromancers did not execute them immediately, but hung them there with their arms tied—as if they wanted to air dry them at this intersection.

Fyodor's small body hangs in the air, like a pendulum hanging from an ancient clock, gently swaying in the evening wind.I couldn't see his expression clearly, but that scene pierced into my heart like an awl.

Let it burn.

Burn it all down.

I rushed towards the wooden execution platform, but the moment I pushed the flames towards the rope, the rope that originally tied the little guy's wrist disappeared in an instant.

Fortunately, I was already close, and quickly embraced Xiaotuanzi into my arms, while Alexei and Ivan on the side fell to the ground in response.

In the next second, something seemed to break through the air and hit me from behind.

I dodged sideways, but my arm was still scratched.

"Sure enough, it's still useful to keep this little thing, and it can catch such an oriental beauty."

A particularly frivolous voice came from behind, along with the sound of footsteps tapping the ground with cowhide boots.

"This look is not too disappointing after all, and it's not in vain that I suppressed my disgust and let the useless bastard brother, the stupid traitor, and this brat who didn't know how to be my enemy live an extra afternoon .”

The footsteps stopped about three meters behind me.

"Please allow me to greet you with the etiquette of your country. When we met for the first time, I am the current leader of the Necromancer Society, Boristrie."