The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 121 121. On Death

Luther looked at Evergreen, he didn't understand why he couldn't express his anger, and he didn't feel anxious.

When Minlong tried to forcibly subdue the dream demon, he could clearly feel a fire burning in his heart.

When Percy was aggressive, Luther would feel extremely hot all over his body, and he just wanted to use his fist to make him shut up his chattering mouth.

Wannianqing obviously disgusted Luther more than the first two people, but Luther just couldn't find that passion.

Wan Nianqing was also confused, he had never seen such a calm person.

After he saw Luther, he reported his family name. Luther was not even surprised, and continued to play with his mobile phone with his head down.

It was clear that he dominated the rhythm of the subsequent conversation, but Luther didn't show any particular impatience. Instead, he really seemed to be meeting an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years, looking for topics in a strange way, and started chatting.

His bewilderment turned to deep bewilderment when he voiced his threat.

Luther really didn't have any expression, as if Mai and Sirona, and even those passers-by who would be affected were nothing to him.

He is sure that there is no problem with his news channel. Luther and Mai have known each other very early, and this can be seen when the two travel together in a team.

Teaming up with each other in this world means recognizing each other. After all, there are risks in traveling and exploring this world. Teaming up undoubtedly means that both of them will never abandon each other when dangerous times come.

Under such circumstances, anyone facing a moral dilemma of choosing a familiar person or a group of unknown people will be at war with nature and man, at a loss what to do.

Luther's indifference made Wan Nianqing very unhappy. He felt a sense of powerlessness, a sense of frustration that he couldn't see through Luther.

He decided to add more fire.

"Luther, do you know, in fact, someone in our organization told me that not many people would die on the spot when the glass bridge breaks."

"They will fall from the sky with broken building structures and shattered glass. They can still think for a while in midair. Of course, I don't know what they will think about in the limited time. If possible, I really want to know. But from our perspective, we can probably see the flowers blooming on the ground after they fall. I think it must be very beautiful."

Luther froze for a moment, and his whole body trembled for no reason.

He felt a strange feeling swimming deep in his heart, which seemed to be the emotion that he had just disappeared.

Anxiety, anger, and powerlessness all intertwined.

Prompted by these words, the huge emotional torrent broke through the heavy shackles deep in Luther's heart, roaring like a flood peak that exceeded the threshold broke through the river embankment.

They are unleashed in a viscous, unpleasant indifference through an emotional chokepoint that Luther never used.

When Wan Nianqing wanted to say something, Luther's gloomy voice came over.

"How does it feel to fall to death? You can ask me."

Wan Nianqing couldn't turn his mind, and looked at Luther dully.

"You stand on the edge of the roof and look down, feeling that the world has become much smaller. When you open your arms and jump, you seem to be able to embrace the world. When you fall, everything in your field of vision recedes quickly. The feeling of weightlessness will make your mind feel heavy. Then you will start to recall the sound of your egg, but in fact, you will not have time to recall anything, because soon you will hear a heavy roar."

Wan Nianqing swallowed, and tightened his hand holding the lemonade.

"There is nothing to say after the roar, but at this time you are not completely dead, and you can still keep thinking for a while, but you can no longer hear or see anything. Your ears are full of irritating buzzing, and your eyes are bloodshot when you hit the ground. Of course, they may directly shatter. In fact, you are no different from a blind person. You can't feel any pain, because the pain can no longer catch up with the speed at which you lose control of your body. Into the silent darkness."

"This is the end of your life." Luther smiled after finishing speaking.

Wan Nianqing looked at that smiling face, and a cold breath suddenly covered him, as if there were hands caressing past his back, which made him shudder.

The two looked at each other, Wan Nianqing's mouth was dry for no reason, and he tremblingly took a sip of lemonade, but suddenly felt extremely sour.

"Hahaha...haha, your description really made me feel like I was there, but none of us died, this is just your guess." Wan Nianqing's laughter was a little dry.

"It's okay, I have experience with this matter."

Luther also smiled, very brightly.

Luther took the evergreen lemonade, threw away the straw, and took a sip.

"I also like this sour feeling very much. Our tastes seem to be similar."

Wan Nianqing was stunned. The moment Luther stretched out his hand, the communicator was beside him. He wanted to stop Luther's movement, but he couldn't move for some reason.

"Wan Nianqing, I think my current situation is very interesting."

interesting?

Wan Nianqing was a little unable to maintain his composure. He found that Luther really showed the excitement of a child seeing a new toy.

"How interesting?"

"Let's change the scene." Luther smiled and stared at Wan Nianqing. "There is a high-speed train. There is one person tied up on the A track of the train, and five people are tied up on the other track. If you pull the lever and the train changes lanes, the five people on the B track will be saved, but the people on the A track will die."

Luther propped his chin, and put his head close to Wannianqing.

"Here are a few options for you."

"A: Pull the lever, save five people, and sacrifice one person."

"B: Don't pull the lever, let the train hit and kill five people on the original route."

"C: Rush to the track to sacrifice yourself, stop the train, save everyone."

Wan Nianqing had never heard of such a topic, and for a moment he forgot the reversal of the conversation between himself and Luther, and began to think.

He soon discovered that the problem Luther mentioned was basically similar to the current situation.

"Their life and death has nothing to do with me, why should I make a choice." Wan Nianqing said.

"Then do you know what choice I will make?"

"What kind of choice?"

Wan Nianqing realized that this answer was also Luther's attitude towards the current situation.

"I choose D"

Wannianqing was confused, where did D come from?

"D: Pull the lever, let the train do a cool 360-degree turn, and then kill them."

"E: Pull the lever, take a photo with the screaming passengers at close range, and try to give them a high five."

"F: Strap on the boring philosophy professor who created this dilemma, interact with him, and hand him the lever."

"G..."

Wan Nianqing looked in horror at Luther who was talking about various choices. Luther seemed to be happier and more excited as he talked, with a chilling coldness in his eyes.

Luther, who said a lot in one breath, was filled with a frightening sense of strangeness, something that Wan Nianqing had never felt in the documents and the short time together...

Luther looked at his eyes... as if looking at someone tied to the track.

"Wan Nianqing, although I am sure you have hurt the elves, but I still want to know, have you ever killed anyone?"

"Oleander."

"That doesn't count. She didn't die. It seems that you haven't killed anyone else. And your technique is too bad. You like to torture people so much. I think you should upgrade your technique."

How to upgrade?

This extraordinary topic made Wan Nianqing's tongue dry, and he even began to wonder if the person he was chatting with now was Luther... or if it was a human being.

"It just so happens that I have read some books and know a little bit about this."

"There was a woman named Lu Zhi, who didn't like another guy named Madam Qi, so she cut off her limbs, treated her to stop the bleeding, let her survive, and threw her into the toilet to raise her."

"Make a cylindrical iron can that can be closed, and put spikes on the inside. After sending people in, close the can gently. Of course, if you like, you can burn the iron can red, and the effect may be better."

"Why do you have this expression, dissatisfied? It's okay, I still have it here, make a ring-shaped collar, cast a circle of spikes on the inside of the collar, put it on the neck of the person you want to kill, they just want to move around, huh."

Wan Nianqing touched his neck subconsciously. Luther didn't intend to stop. Various instruments of torture and killing methods he had never heard of kept impacting Wan Nianqing's thinking.

What people are most afraid of is things beyond their own cognition. They break people's original cognition and bring a kind of indescribable fear.

The history of the elf world is too thin. Wars and tricks are all a petty feeling, and the participation of people in it is not even as high as that of elves.

Wan Nianqing seemed to be held down by a demon covered in black mist. He really wanted to say something or do something, but his body didn't listen. He waited until Luther spoke dryly and drank a sip of lemonade before he regained his senses trembling.

"You wasted nearly seven or eight minutes, and you don't care about Mai's life?"

The corners of Luther's mouth raised, and he looked at Wan Nianqing with interest: "I thought I've talked to you so much, you would understand what I mean, it looks like you're not very smart."

Luther supported the table with his hands, and whispered in Wan Nianqing's ear.

"Would you blow it up when I get near the glass bridge? I want to hear their screams when they fell. I only heard the wind last time. I'm a little sorry."

Wan Nianqing's hands on his knees trembled slightly.

"After the death of Mai, I will be very, very sad. My grief will be noticed by Carunai and Sirona, and they will probably feel guilty because of it... You are quite experienced. If I take advantage of this situation, will I be very successful? Tell me, did I make a lot of money?"

When Luther sat back on his seat, Wan Nianqing found that the communicator on the desktop was missing.

Luther squeezed the button of the communicator, and whispered into it, "Sai Yi will do it when he passes the glass bridge."

"You are crazy!"

Wan Nianqing yelled out in horror.

The surrounding customers turned their heads one after another, but Luther stood up with a smile, came to Wannianqing, and said to the surrounding customers.

"I'm sorry, my friend's life has been a little depressed recently, and his emotions are out of control, forgive me"

Feeling Luther's hands on her shoulders, Wan Nianqing unconsciously remembered the collar Luther had mentioned again.

Wan Nianqing was waiting, and he didn't believe that Luther would be indifferent. This was Luther's deception.

He didn't believe that Luther really didn't care about Mai's life or death!
(End of this chapter)