He was desperate.

Since ancient times, what can really kill a mage is not a powerful weapon, not an earth-shattering spell, not an esoteric and profound martial arts, not a crisis of the army pressing the realm, or the supreme imperial power, but merely despair.

After all, the mage is just a representative of the scholars. They have more or less arrogance, a so-called backbone that is unwilling to join forces with the filthy and dark masses, this backbone looks ridiculous, but even those necromancers who crawl on the dead all day long and stench have this kind of backbone that would rather bend.

Some people think they are fragile, some people think they are pedantic, some people think they are incompetent, but no matter what, no matter how many of them have fallen, no matter how many more of them have fallen, their spirit, the spirit of the mage, is still in the heavens and the earth, and it has not changed color since ancient times.

Among the mages, there may be warriors who are good at melee combat, or there may be capricious villains, but there is never a coward among them, a humble creature called "cynicism" appears, this is their bottom line, this is their arrogance, no matter how the world changes, no matter how unbearable the situation is, no matter how strong the force that forces them, they will always be like this, never change, never fade, never compromise, they are the group called mages.

Silver Dust is one of such a group, even if he is only eleven years old, even if he has long been abandoned by the world, alone, no matter what kind of characters are gathered around him, he will not be able to compromise with this world. When he finds that he can't change what he wants to change, when he finds that he can't even control his own future, he would rather self-destruct than be a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy and live humbly.

The four-fold door of the "warehouse" was quietly opened, and it did not even make a "squeak" that should have been made, so it opened quietly. A slender figure walked in, and with her came a cold wind in the middle of the night, but no matter how cold the wind was in the autumn night, it could not dispel the wordless cold in the "warehouse" at this time.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the poor people trapped in the cloth bags seemed to be affected by some unpredictable force, and they couldn't make a sound at all. Zhang Mengmeng was still wearing that robe, with a thick white gauze wrapped around her left shoulder, and a trace of red blood did not seem to have dried up, so she took advantage of the night, braved the cold wind, and even sacrificed the sleep that was vital to the girl, and ran to this "warehouse" full of despair and panic.

At this time, she held the candle in one hand and covered her mouth tightly with the other, looking at the bland scene in front of her in surprise, but it had an inexplicable shock to her.

The split cloth bag and the scattered ropes show that this is a child who is smart enough to untie the shackles by himself and almost succeed in getting out of trouble, with long silver-white hair, silver-white pupils, and delicate and mysterious lines around the pupils, wordlessly highlighting the child's almost extraordinary beauty, but it is such a drifting, cute, clever, and immediately able to see the hope of escape, so weird and cruel to fall among the hostages, slowly cold, slowly stiff.

His pupils had slowly dilated, but the monstrous despair in the depths of his pupils was still clearly visible. When Zhang Mengmeng saw those delicate silver pupils for the first time, what she felt was not heartache, not pity, not pity, not surprise, not doubt, but a fear that made her tremble.

She didn't know, she didn't understand, she couldn't even imagine what kind of despair it was that could make a child who was about to see the hope of survival drown in boundless despair.

"Lord Guiluo has been here, have they done it?" Zhang Mengmeng quickly looked away and looked around, there was no trace of any proof that there had been a battle here.

"What's going on?" Zhang Mengmeng walked up to Yinchen with courage, stretched out his hand suspiciously and cautiously, and gently pressed his right hand.

The pulse is still there, but it's rapidly weakening.

Zhang Mengmeng almost subconsciously, completely brainlessly, injected a stream of vitality into Yinchen's pulse, which was vitality, not Gangfeng transformed by the mantra of divine power. As soon as this cauldron's faint vitality entered the meridians of Silver Dust, it was intercepted by four completely different breaths, and then quickly swallowed and absorbed by one of them.

Zhang Mengmeng's cultivation of the divine skill, called "Condensation of the Soul **", the vitality of cultivation, obscure and dark, like a viscous and slippery surface of the oil, in the vitality, contains a large number of obscure and mysterious breath, in the final analysis, it is still a kind of dark energy, of course, as a vitality, it is impossible to be as evil and chaotic as Gangfeng, full of a large number of unjust souls, otherwise that kind of vitality will only drive the user himself crazy first. Overall, her vitality is just a darker energy.

Zhang Mengmeng unconsciously input his vitality into the meridians of Silver Dust, and was immediately devoured and digested by the dark attribute magic power in Silver Dust's body, turning it into life-saving energy. Although Yinchen wants to die, his physical instinct still wants to live, because the instinct of "living" is the most essential and unchangeable instinct of all living beings, so Zhang Mengmeng's vitality is equivalent to inadvertently pressing the switch of struggling to survive in Yinchen's body.

Zhang Mengmeng herself woke up the moment she came into contact with that darker aura, and at the same time, her heart was filled with a huge shock: "This is ...... Demon King Breath?" She couldn't believe her feelings, but she couldn't help but believe them. In an instant, the moment her vitality was engulfed, she felt extremely clearly that an extremely large, extremely heavy, extremely serious and extremely dark aura suddenly surged out of the body of the child in front of her who was about to die. It was the real breath of darkness (nonsense!, it was dark magic), the kind of supreme power recorded in the Demon Witch Pavilion Sect's Supreme Treasure "Revenant Soul Killing and Cracking Body Divine Decision", not violent, not chaotic, not lewd, not corrupt, just a majestic pressure like mountains and rivers, a simple, crushing and devouring force.

The breath in the body of the silver-haired child was exactly the same as the aura recorded in the sect's treasures, but why did this aura appear in such a child who had no cultivation? How could it appear in such a child?

"No! I have to ask! This is no joke!" Zhang Mengmeng forced herself to break free from the slight fear she was shocked, and quickly put the candle in her hand on the dry ground six feet away, and then hurriedly stepped forward, a pair of white and slender hands unceremoniously pinched the two missing pots on Yinchen's shoulders, and instilled one-third of the vitality in her dantian without hesitation.

As soon as she did this, it was like giving a stopped hair shaking flywheel, the dark vitality entered the body of the silver dust, and was immediately absorbed by the dark attribute mana, and the expanded dark attribute mana was under the effect of elemental compensation, just half of it was immediately transformed into the magic power of the light attribute, and the two forces of the dark light ran in the meridians of the silver dust, not just an internal circulation when the silver dust was cultivating, and this internal circulation together, in the case that the silver dust had not completely died and the magic field had not completely dissipated, how could it not cause changes in the external circulation？

So, in just a few seconds, a large number of white points of light appeared in the air of the "warehouse", and at the same time, the same amount of black particles came out of the other side, and the light in the warehouse became a little brighter, but the flame of the candle placed six feet away actually dimmed quickly, and almost turned into a black flame. Zhang Mengmeng also felt an uncomfortable feeling like a red-hot needle pricking the skin in just a few seconds.

She quickly got up, stumbled back to the door, regardless of how many unlucky people in the cloth bag she had kicked over, and even opened a crack in the door, ready to see the bad luck, at this time, she had already been frightened by the vision of the silver-haired child, especially the silver dust at this time, which had actually become half pure black and half pure white.