Endless Debt.

Chapter 135 The Paranoid

The company has been cultivating large fissures for many years, making the soil structure in the rift valley extremely fragile. After a stormy night, a large amount of accumulated water poured into the large fissure, and rocks collapsed one after another in the rush of the torrent, mixed with mud and water.

It is often said that the Great Rift is symbiotic with Opals. The more Opals expands, the Great Rift will collapse and form new rifts, just like abscesses rooted in the earth.

From this point of view, this statement is not unreasonable. Opals is like a giant beast, and the Great Rift is its offspring. However, under this deep haze and bottomless depth, no one knows what is going on. What kind of thing is being conceived.

On the inner edge of the big fissure, the rusty corridors were devastated, breaking apart with fragile babbles, and falling into the mist below. Workers brought new iron plates and erected new corridors where they fell off. The booms kept going back and forth, as if nothing could stop them.

At such times, the hesitant fork in the upper part of the Great Rift seems to have ushered in the doomsday. Humidity and cold fill every corner. deformed buildings.

This weird and grotesque building complex, everyone who sees it for the first time will regard it as a spectacle of evil art. After admiring the barbaric growth of the building complex, they will lament the fate of the building complex. The building will collapse one day.

But the people living in the hesitant fork in the road didn't think so. Under the continuous torrential rain, the building complex continued to shake, and the surrounding cliffs became steeper, but no matter how they collapsed, people firmly believed that such destruction would not come to this place.

"The tyrant, the great tyrant..."

After the rainstorm, people took to the streets to praise the hazy mist, and then they all waved their hands and threw countless Mammon coins into the mist.

This is a blessed land, only the shadows here are willing to accept rats like them, it will not refuse anyone, as long as you can create corresponding value.

The door of the Spiderweb Bar was pushed open forcefully, and a dank figure walked in wetly, his face was pale and exhausted from blood loss.

No one cared about this figure, and no one was worried about the commotion this man would cause. People like this are very common in Wandering Fork Road. Everyone was fighting to the death outside, but they would put away their weapons when they entered the bar.

This is a kind of default rule, no one will do anything in the Spider Web Bar, and the Spider Web Bar is like a service center, if you need weapons, you can sell weapons, if you need information, you can give them information, if you need a doctor, you can find a doctor for you.

"I need a doctor..."

Gray came to the bar and braced himself.

Before arriving in Opals, he had learned enough about the Great Rift. Once discovered by the Bureau of Order, the Great Rift was the only place that could shelter him. A life-saving doctor can be found here.

Vika looked at Gray, looked down, and saw the cold steel.

"It's been a long time since I saw a guest like you," Vika put down the glass he was wiping, with a gentle voice, "but please rest assured, Wandering Fork Road will not reject any guest."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Gray took out a few blood-stained Mammon coins from his pocket and slapped them on the bar counter.

For some reason, there was a faint glow floating on the mammon coin at this moment, which Gray had never seen before, and then he remembered the information about the mammon coin.

The alchemist of the king's secret sword has done a lot of research on mammon coins. When they are in Opals, these coins will be endowed with strange and unpredictable powers, but when they leave Opals, they will return to normal Metal.

Now that strange power is given to the metal again.

"Your mammon coins can't heal your injuries." Vika didn't accept these mammon coins.

"Then I can only wait to die?"

Gray's pupils were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists tightly. The people around him cast their gazes over, as if they were watching a play. After all, no one had done anything in the Spiderweb Bar for many years.

"Absolutely fair trade between value and value."

Vika's voice was cold, just when Gray was desperate, he said again.

"Fortunately, I happen to know a doctor who doesn't need Mammon to pay."

"Then what does he need?"

"No matter what he needs, you have no reason to refuse, do you?" Vika responded indifferently.

Gray was silent, recalling Jamon's betrayal and the danger in his own depths, he understood that the situation before him was just as Vika said, and he had no reason to refuse.

"Please wait a moment later, the doctor will be here soon."

Vika said and handed a glass of wine to Gray, and the bloody liquid rolled in the glass, which made people feel uneasy.

Seeing that Gray hesitated for a few seconds, Vika continued, "It's free, and it will make you feel better. I don't want any customers to die in the store."

After hearing this, Gray picked up the wine glass, he had already fallen to such a situation, and there was nothing to care about.

After drinking the wine in one gulp, a hot burning sensation came from his throat, as if he had swallowed a ball of fire, but soon, his cold body gradually warmed up, making him a little bloody.

Vika walked out of the bar and raised his hand to indicate Gray's direction.

……

In the dark room, the doctor didn't keep Gray waiting for too long, the door was soon pushed open, and a man in a black robe came in, wearing a white puppet mask on his face, saying nothing. came to Gray.

"You're the doctor?" Gray asked.

The doctor didn't answer, he opened the suitcase he was carrying, which was full of surgical equipment and bottles and jars of different colors.

"Without anesthesia, it would be painful."

The doctor began to speak, his voice tended to be neutral, and Gray couldn't tell his gender.

"you……"

Gray wanted to say something else, but the doctor picked up an injection and pierced it on his thigh. The doctor didn't care about the severity of the attack, and Gray felt that he had been punched.

With the injection of the injection, more severe pain came, until it spread to the whole body.

Gray's body trembled uncontrollably, sweat dripped out, he gritted his teeth to suppress the pain, but he still couldn't help letting out a low growl.

The pain lasted for a minute before it stopped. Gray felt that his whole body had lost strength, but he still moved his hand to the dagger at his waist.

"What did you inject?"

"A kind of alchemy potion, which can speed up self-hematopoiesis and healing in a short period of time, but the side effect is to consume vitality..."

The doctor cleaned Gray's wound while explaining, trying to remove the bullet in the flesh with tweezers.

"But it would be more acceptable to live a few days less than to die now."

Gray stared fixedly at the doctor, but the doctor completely ignored his gaze. After cleaning the wound, he took out sutures and sewed up the wound.

In the silent room, apart from Gray's slightly painful panting, the only sound left was the doctor's work.

Aside from the doctor's grotesque behavior, he has been quite responsible so far. Gray let go of the dagger and let the doctor inject one medicine after another into his body.

"Why are you so afraid of death?"

Suddenly, the doctor asked abruptly.

"What?" Gray's consciousness was a little drowsy, but he was awakened by the doctor's question.

"Death, why does everyone want to live?"

"are you joking?"

Gray looked at him suspiciously. No matter how you think about it, it's weird for a doctor who lives and dies to ask himself such a question.

"I'm not kidding, I really want to understand this matter, why do you want to live?" The doctor's voice was still vaguely neutral, without emotion.

"Do you need a reason to live?"

Gray couldn't figure it out. He had long heard that Wandering Fork Road was a weird and chaotic place. Now it seemed that it was indeed so, even a doctor was so strange.

"It can be seen from your state that you were injured and took a lot of effort to get here."

The doctor stroked Gray's bruised arm. There was no human body temperature on the black palm, only metal-like coldness. Gray felt as if he was being touched by a piece of ice.

"Isn't it difficult to go all the way? What supports you to go all the way? Instead of choosing to die there."

Gray didn't speak, betrayal and death flashed in front of his eyes, and amidst the loud shouts, only the fiery anger was burning.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it."

The doctor didn't continue to ask. He asked many people and got many different answers. Gray's answer was not that important.

"It's done. Inject an injection every day, and it will heal in about a week. Then you can stay here temporarily until the injury recovers. As for the rent, I have already paid for you."

The doctor was unexpectedly caring, and quickly broke Gray's perception of the wandering man, but he was not happy for too long, but asked.

"Then what price should I pay?"

Gray remembered the rules of wandering fork in the road, the transaction of absolute equality of value and value. Under the shackles of this rule, the people in this dark and chaotic place unexpectedly kept their promises.

"I need you to pick up something for me, and I will let you know when I need it."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll recover from injury and run away?"

Gray stared at the white puppet mask, trying to see through the mask to peek into the face underneath, while the doctor didn't say anything, just stood there blankly.

The two stared at each other in silence for a long time, and finally Gray looked away.Eye contact with the doctor was terrible, he felt as if he was looking at a dead body.

"What should I call you?" Gray asked.

"Delusionist."

The delusional man didn't pay much attention to Gray, he didn't even ask Gray's name, but pushed the door and left, and only Gray was left in the dark room.

In the dark shadows, Gray stared at the closed door, his pretendingly strong face was distorted by the severe pain, he breathed heavily like a drowning man, sweat dripped on the ground, and it was wet.

I don't know how long it took before Gray recovered from the severe pain and exhaustion, and the delusional words were circling endlessly in his mind.

"A reason to live?" Gray said to himself.

He stretched out his hand, held the icy metal, and stroked the icy blade with trembling hands. This was Miransha's secret sword.

Gray merged into the darkness, and the voice of evil and hatred lingered in the shadows.

"Jamon..."

(End of this chapter)