Chapter 23 Ordinary People and Demons_3

"This." Pierre was stunned: "I... I can't explain it clearly in a few words."

The old man fell into deep thought.

Pierre was silent for a long time and then suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed loudly: "Let it be then! It doesn't matter! Where isn't red earth enough to bury a person? What do I have to be so picky about?"

He clutched the railing, struggling to stand up.

The old man looked at Pierre with concern.

Pierre looked through the window at the distant gallows, and muttered through clenched teeth: "I am Dusack, I will not die on the gallows, never!"

The old man pulled Pierre down to sit: "Don't worry, I guarantee that your name will certainly not be called. That demon won't pick you."

Pierre cracked a smile and sat back down.

"If only I had paper and pen." Pierre curled up and muttered: "If I had them, I would entrust you with a few letters to deliver."

"You can still write?" The old man was overjoyed.

"Of course."