"Okay, can we talk now?"

John's performance has been recognized by the uncle, looking at the curly-haired boy who walked into the crooked iron fence by himself, the uncle inexplicably felt relieved, John is now equivalent to his savior.

"Do you have any plans?"

As soon as the uncle spoke, John was stunned.

"What plan do you say?"

Plan? From the beginning, John didn't think that he came completely casually.

The uncle's tone was a little excited: "Huh? Didn't you get caught in this place on purpose? There is such a skill......"

"Stop, stop, listen to me first."

John stopped the agitated uncle and said, "I did it on purpose, but I am confident that I can get out of this place, so don't get into the horns!" ”

Uncle is a smart man, and there is some truth in what John said, that is, he is too much to get into the horns of the bull and relax his mind.

"Okay, so is there anything you can do? Should we join forces from within, or will we have reinforcements from without? ”

John glanced at it inexplicably, which made the uncle a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, you didn't say any of this, our current situation is completely isolated!"

Looking at John, who said such things with a devilish smile and ease, the uncle was stunned.

"You're not kidding?"

"I look like I'm looking at a joke?!"

Collapsed, the hope that had been built up was destroyed by John, and the uncle's nameless fire could no longer be suppressed, and he stepped forward, and threw John, who was always smiling, to the ground, and sat on top of him.

"What are you laughing at?! Isn't that funny?! Do you know what kind of place it is! How many people die in such a place in pain?! What do you take other people's feelings for?! ”

Grabbing John's collar, the uncle's suppressed emotions all came out with saliva at this moment.

He has been in this place for too long, and the dead have also gone into hiding, living all day in this desperate dungeon where there is no sunlight, unable to eat and sleep, the stench is stinking, and the companions he knows are leaving one by one in front of his eyes, that kind of pain and torture, but is tarnished by a cynical smile, and treats this place as a game?! Damn it!

The angry fist slammed left and right on John's face, and he didn't stop until the uncle was tired, and at some point, tears slipped down his cheeks again, and sadness mixed with various emotions, which made people overwhelmed.

John just looked at him quietly, his smiling face had already retracted when he saw the uncle's expression.

What the hell did I do, I can't even understand this kind of thing.

As the closest lich to a human, he can understand the mood of his uncle, the weeping expression is very similar to that of a guy from before, who has lost an important loved one and is laughed at by others, and the suppressed anger completely explodes at this moment, and is still squandered by the body.

"I'm sorry."

A soft, heartfelt word came out of John's mouth, and the uncle who couldn't stop his tears was also stunned.

Pushing the uncle away from his body with one hand, John wiped the blood on his face, which was the blood that the uncle had stuck to when his hand was broken, what kind of damage could an ordinary human force do to a lich, but the one who would be injured would only be killed.

"Quack!"

Goblin heard the noise and burst into the dungeon, and his eyes quickly locked on John and Uncle, and he rushed over with a grunt, with a tendency to tear John in half.

"Click!" Using the key to open the door on the uncle's side, Goblin's huge body slipped in, and a large hand reached out to John, as if to grab John.

But in the next second, the sound of violence came, blood burst from the shattered skull, the huge body shook and fell, and the dead man leaned miserably against the iron railing, until the moment of death, it only saw a small fist break through its hand to meet its face.

The uncle was stunned, and the blood of the headless big brother Blin stuck to his face, and he was dumbfounded.

Stepping over Goblin's body and walking out of the cell, John glanced back at his uncle, who hadn't reacted yet.

"What are you doing? If you don't hurry up and save people, I'll delay time. ”

To put it mildly, John's figure quickly left the dungeon and walked towards the goblins' detention center.

"Quack?"

"I'm annoyed!"

John slapped the goblins who found him and rushed over, and the other goblin was not in vain, holding a huge wooden mallet and hitting John, but it was useless, the violent fist easily broke the mallet, and each punch could hit them with flesh and blood, and it was useless to survive for a round.

Glancing at the naked woman covered in scars and unknown liquids in the corner, her eyes were lifeless as if she was dead, and she silently took off her black robe, put it on her body, and wrapped her body.

"It's all right."

Perhaps sympathy, or subconsciously, John uttered this sentence.

"Uncle, I'll leave it to you here!"

After placing the woman, John shouted at the uncle who was still working hard to unlock the dungeon.

"What about people?"

John noticed that something was wrong, and the uncle had opened a lot of locks, but no one followed him out, and remained in the cell.

“……… They are no longer able to do it, they have been tortured by those little ghosts every day and night, their spirits have collapsed, and some are pregnant. ”

As if recognizing the facts, the uncle stopped picking the lock, glanced at the women with enlarged bellies and empty eyes, and couldn't help but feel sad, he knew better than anyone what kind of torture they were subjected to.

No one needed to explain, and John knew what these women were carrying in their bellies, all of them were goblins that were about to be born in the future.

"I see."

John touched the unfolded void, picked up a glass bottle of white pills and threw it to the uncle in the dungeon.

The scrambled uncle caught what John had thrown over, and before he could ask, John had already begun to explain.

"This is a medicine that can make people and animals produce more, and if you eat it, you can give birth to those monsters."

John also threw Uncle a broken dagger from a goblin.

"When you give birth, kill them all."

The uncle picked up the short sword on the ground, and trembling hands and hesitation emerged from his expression.

After all, it was a newborn life, and he couldn't make up his mind to kill innocents indiscriminately, although these little ghosts did a lot of excessive things to them, but the child was innocent, he thought so.

John knew what he was thinking when he saw his uncle's expression, but he might have mistaken someone.

"I'm not telling you, I'm saying to them, you should have heard them all, right?!"

John's voice was loud enough for everyone in the cell to hear, but there was no one to respond to him, and he didn't expect these women who had a nervous breakdown to respond to him, as long as the ideas reached their hearts, and the rest was up to them.