The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Chapter 509 Hanging Street Lamp

"Master! They are about to rush in, please think of a solution quickly!"

"You guys go hold it for me first, I'll call for help!"

In the office building of Miro Mining, the person in charge of factory operations was looking down anxiously.

The madmen holding the revolutionary flags were attacking the factory gate. It was a horrible scene.

The factory's thugs and supervisors had gathered behind the gate, blocking the entrance with their bodies to buy time for the person in charge to call for help.

They thought the person in charge would contact the nobles behind them and call for soldiers to reinforce them, but the person in charge had no intention of defending the factory at all.

Seeing that no one in the office building was paying attention to him, the person in charge quietly changed into work clothes and sneaked downstairs to blend into the crowd.

The person in charge disguised himself as a factory worker and stood aside to watch the excitement.

"This mining company violated the safety production principles. They treated us like slaves and didn't even give us food!"

"Hang the head of this factory on a street lamp! Let the sun judge his crimes!"

The revolutionary army's madness made people stunned, and the person in charge subconsciously lowered his head, trying not to let others see his face.

The revolutionary army attacked factories and hung the people in charge from street lamps. This happened several times.

The nobles who opened factories in the central part of the kingdom inexplicably became the targets of the revolutionary army.

The person in charge still remembers that last week, his friend, the person in charge of another factory, was hanging on a street lamp and swaying like a wind chime.

"You crazy revolutionaries, when the kingdom sends its army over, all of you will die!"

The person in charge cursed the revolutionary army in front of him and also cursed Duke Feng.

"Grand Duke Feng is also a loser. He has so many soldiers under his command, but he can't even suppress the revolutionary army!"

The person in charge was so focused on the riot in front of him that he didn't notice a black object creeping up his instep.

The person in charge imitated the workers next to him and shouted loudly.

"Catch the factory owner! Hang him on the street lamp, ah!"

The person in charge suddenly yelled, startling the other workers around him.

A large group of people were around, all looking at the person in charge, who was swinging his legs desperately, trying to kick away the black snake that had bitten him.

Thanks to the efforts of the person in charge, the black snake was thrown far away. The workers avoided the flying black snake, watched it roll to the ground, and whizzed away along the corner.

A snake took advantage of the chaos to bite someone. The appearance of this snake looked poisonous.

The kind-hearted worker quickly ran to the person in charge and wanted to send him to the hospital for treatment.

However, when the workers approached, their eagerness to do good was immediately ignited by anger.

"You, you are the factory owner! Why are you dressed... Look everyone! He is the factory owner, and he is trying to escape by disguising himself as a worker!"

The worker, who had been working for a long time, let out a loud roar that shocked everyone.

The person in charge tried to cover the shouting man's mouth, but was pinned to the ground by the workers instead.

"Where is the factory owner?"

More and more workers came closer, and revolutionary soldiers came to check the situation.

After confirming that the man who was arrested was indeed the factory owner, the crowd cheered loudly.

"Hang him, hang him!"

The person in charge had his mouth blocked and his hands tied behind his back.

The person in charge struggled desperately, but was no match for the revolutionary army whose eyes were blazing with fire.

Long-term slavery and exploitation became the driving force for the revolutionary army to resist when the situation changed.

A young man jumped directly onto the street lamp and, amid the shouts of people around him, he fished up the person in charge.

The person in charge hanging on the street lamp was like a fish that had taken a bite of the hook, constantly kicking his legs to try to escape from danger.

But the rope around the person in charge's neck was getting tighter and tighter, his eyes rolled up and his face turned red.

Above the person in charge, the young man climbing on top of the street lamp raised his hands and cheered to the people around him like a winner.

At the feet of the person in charge, several reporters were taking photos with recorders. These photos would be published in tomorrow's morning newspaper.

If a factory owner dies, millions of workers will be happy, and even more will cheer for the victory of the revolutionary army.

All of this is both cold-blooded and hot-blooded, both calm and crazy.

From the perspective of the revolutionary army, trying crimes and hanging factory owners was the justice they were executing.

From the factory owner's point of view, all this is horrible!

The person in charge, whose eyes bulged out, was relying on adrenaline to make his final struggle.

He couldn't break free from the ropes and he was about to die.

The hanged person opened his mouth wide and spurted out a mouthful of black blood.

The person in charge's tongue stuck out of his mouth, getting longer and longer, and his death looked extremely horrific.

Some people were frightened. They were not as excited as at the beginning and subconsciously stepped back.

The young man waving his arms on the lamppost looked at his retreating companion with a puzzled look on his face.

"Come down quickly!"

“Run, run!”

Some people called out to the young man to get down from the street lamp quickly, while others turned around and ran.

The young man was a little speechless, wondering why these people were so timid.

Isn't it just hanging a person? It's not like I haven't seen it before...

The young man jumped off the street lamp and turned to look at the black-hearted factory owner whom he had hanged.

The next moment, the boy's eyes became terrified, his legs began to tremble, and he fell to the ground. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't stand up at all.

The hanged person in charge had bloodshot eyes and stared at the young man who killed him with his scarlet eyes.

This is not the most terrifying thing. The tongue of the person in charge that was strangled was longer than his body, and this three-meter-long tongue was still swinging back and forth like a snake.

"Ah! Monster!"

The young man who was full of passion and proud of punishing the unscrupulous factory owner crawled away like a dog.

The person in charge behind him began to swell up all over his body, and his swollen neck broke the rope that was hanging him.

The person in charge's body slammed to the ground, then his limbs twisted and he turned into a lizard-like monster.

If Li was at the scene, he would definitely complain that this demonized corpse looks like the classic monster in Resident Evil.

"Devil, the corpse has turned into a devil! The black-hearted factory owner is really a devil!"

The factory manager who suddenly turned into a devil confirmed the revolutionary army's previous propaganda.

But such demons are really scary.

"Ah! Don't come over!"

The young man who crawled slower was caught by the demon, whose long tongue wrapped around his legs and pulled him back under the street light.

"Help! Help me!"

The revolutionary army that surrounded the demon raised their ray guns and shot at it. After a burst of shots, the tongue that was wrapped around the young man was broken by the rays.

Two revolutionaries rushed over and dragged the frightened young man away.

Seeing that the attack was effective, the others immediately stepped up their shooting. The rays fired from the ray gun created penetrating and burning effects on the demon.

Just when everyone thought they could deal with this demon, the demon's tongue suddenly regenerated and pierced through a soldier's forehead.

Gurgling.

The long tongue acted like a straw, sucking away the yellow and white substances in the poor soldier's brain.

“…What the hell is this!”