The slave in front of you is named twelve. The smaller the number, the stronger the slave's ability.

He is the Night King's man.

"I understand, young master."

After untiing the chains of the bound girl Xu Qinghe, the Night King waved the long sword in front of him and stabbed him hard at the chest of the red-clothed slave!

"Young Master...Young Master?"

The Night King then pulled out the knife and blood sprayed on his face.

"If everyone else dies and you are unharmed, it will definitely arouse their suspicion. I still need you to continue to lurk by their side. I avoid the vital points and with your ability, I should not die. They will save you when they come here."

"Yes...Young Master!"

Twelve spit out a large mouthful of blood and then fell to the ground, unconscious.

The Night King grabbed Xu Qinghe and said with a cold look: "Now... I want to ask you something. If there is a half lie, I will let you die without a place to bury!"

With blood on his face and a sharp long sword in his hand, it would naturally have a strong deterrent effect. Xu Qinghe would not dare to say anything.

But at this moment, a strange sound was made outside the cell.

It's like a broken screw, a strange sound when it turns.

The face of the Night King changed drastically.
Chapter completed!