Chapter 183 How Could You Hate Him

The Demon King had a cruel smirk. He thought Carl wouldn't make it. Without Annabel's help, Carl could never survive and see Violet.

"Mr. Walker, as long as you get past the vultures circling you, you can see Violet. You'll have a chance of saving her, too!" the Demon King reminded.

"I know," Carl huffed coldly. He frowned and looked at the narrow bridge in front of him. Then, he squinted to look at the big tree where Violet was hanging from.

The tree was probably over a hundred years old. It had a thick trunk, and even the branches were thick.

Violet was hung on a very thin rope, tied to a stone bench nearby. There was a dim yellow light on the bench.

The light was flickering in the wind, but it didn't seem like it would go out.

"What's that?" Carl frowned. "A candle?"

"Yes." The Demon King smiled faintly.

"It's a candle specially used to burn the rope. We put a shade on it to protect the flame.

"Once the candle burns the rope until it breaks, Violet will fall hard on the gro