Endless Debt.

Chapter 557 Resilience

The storm came from the sea, pushing the tide, and waved the thunder. The roaring thunder was close at hand, and echoed under the steel envelope of the wreckage and ruins. Everyone seemed to be under a big bell. Infused with a clear sense of pain.

Burrogo thought of the book "Frankenstein" that Belphegor had mentioned. In the story, the Frankenstein who was stitched together from corpse parts was resurrected in such a storm of lightning and thunder.

Right now, this pile of steel corpses is recovering, and Bologo can feel that under the sound of thunder, every wreckage is growling, wanting to tell the legends of their past to the comers.

Bologo's mood improved inexplicably, with other people's blood on his face, showing a weird smile, with a smile in his voice.

"Is he your friend?" Bologo looked behind him and asked the carrion rat, "At this time, I have to take him with me."

The scavenging rat endured the exhaustion and pain of the body. It was still struggling to carry the fortune-teller on its already deformed body. Fortunately, the fortune-teller was very thin. Apart from the broken water that would get on his body, the scavenging rat felt that it was still a problem. it is good.

"My friend? Probably," said the Scavenger Rat. "Even in a stinking ditch, healthy rats will laugh at deformed rats."

The scavenger rat glanced at the fortune-teller, the ugly face was close in front of him, and the others had already screamed and left, but the scavenger rat didn't hate it very much.

"There are not many people who can talk to me here, and he is the only one."

The scavengers were speaking to Burrog, but more to themselves, "I can't keep him there..."

"so good."

What Burlogo said next surprised the Scavengers, "Everyone has their own friends."

The carrion rat looked at Burlogo in shock. It was really unbelievable that such words came out of his mouth. You must know that a few minutes ago, he just slaughtered the crowd with those weird methods in front of his eyes.

Facing the fanatical crowd, Bologo didn't have the slightest fear, but was very excited, as if he finally found a reason to kill.

He...he almost killed himself.

But now this killer is running with him, chatting with him, discussing... friendship and the like?

Following the instructions of the carrion rat, Bologo kicked away the iron plate that was in the way, opening a way forward in the criss-crossed wreckage.He didn't use the secret energy rashly. The complex here is like a maze. Excessive use of the secret energy will only expose himself to the enemy's gunpoint early.

"Scavenger, is that your name?" Burrog stepped forward. "That doesn't sound like a name for a man."

"person?"

The scavenger muttered under his breath, and Burrog's words seemed to make him laugh, and he grinned ugly.

"It's really not my name...I don't have a name."

The scavenger rarely mentioned this to others, and only the fortune-teller knew about it on the coast of the hulk, and that was what the scavenger told the fortune-teller after they were drunk once.

In fact, that day the Scavenger Rat wanted to get the fortune-teller drunk, then cut his internal organs and robbed him of all his money, but when the Scavenger Rat uncovered the fortune-teller's robe, he realized why this guy had fallen to this point.The viscera of this kind of sick seedling can't be sold for a few dollars.

A strange friendship was thus born, and the fortune-teller still doesn't know that he almost died that night.

"I haven't met my parents."

The sound of the rainstorm became clearer, as if thousands of raindrops were falling beside him.

The carrion rat struggled to keep up with Burlogo, and continued, "I may be the product of their one-night stand, or the product of true love, but it doesn't matter. When they see my deformed body, No matter how solid the crystallization of love is, it will be shattered to pieces.”

Even the fortune-teller doesn't know these stories. It has always been hidden in the deepest part of the carrion rat's heart, and he even hopes that he can forget it all.

But in the face of Bologo, this weird and violent murderer, the carrion rat said it without any burden.

The carrion rat likes the eyes of Bologo, which are indifferent and disregarding life. In those trembling eyes, the carrion rat can clearly read Burlogo's undisguised killing intent.

Burrog wanted to kill himself.

The carrion rat became happy after being extremely scared. In the eyes of Burlogo, he was not a lowly rat, but a human being, a human being who could be killed.

The scavenger thought he was crazy to laugh at such a thing, and to tell Burlogo such a thing.

He remembered that he once found a book in the trash, and the torn pages said it was Stockholm Psychology...

"Everyone thought I wouldn't survive, but that's how I survived."

The carrion rat said, "Man is probably like this. He is a very resilient creature. He lives in the sea and endures the sea. He lives in the mountains and he endures the mountains. I live in the shadows, so I become a part of the shadows."

"Either life kills me or beats it, it's simple."

Bologo freed his hand to applaud the carrion rat, and then kicked open the crumbling watertight door.He's starting to like the ugly guy.

"I don't have a name. Whatever job I do, people call me by my job name. When I work in a restaurant, I'm called a handyman. When I clean up the garbage, I'm called a cleaner. Here... I'm a scavenger. mouse."

After saying these words, the scavenging rat felt a lot more relaxed.

"You seem to know a lot more than anyone else," Borrog asked. "You know people like me?"

Even though the carrion rat has been crawling in the shadows for many years, he is still too calm to see the miraculous mystic power of Borrog.

"I know a little bit, mainly from those people," said the scavenging rat. "The ruins are huge, like a huge labyrinth, with many secret spaces and hidden tunnels that have not yet been discovered. For It is convenient to dispose of the corpse, I am exploring here when I have nothing to do."

"Then you discover those people, and those weird powers," Burrog said.

The scavenger rat nodded, but did not continue talking.

"When you first noticed this thing, you should have moved away, as far away as possible from here," Burrog said.

"You think I don't want to?" The Scavenger laughed, showing its rotting teeth. "There's no place for someone like me, and I need money, a lot of money."

"Greed for wealth?"

Burrog felt that the carrion rat had come to the wrong place. If he had been born in a wandering fork in the road, the tyrant might have had another capable general.

"No, what I want is a new student!"

When these were mentioned, the voice of the scavenging rat rose, and at the same time the rolling thunder sounded, and the huge wreckage formed a metal resonance cavity, the sound waves were rampant, and iron slag was flying all over the sky.

"I want to save enough money, and then go to the city of oath, Opals," said the scavenger excitedly, "it is said that there is the most advanced medical technology, they will correct my spine, and I will stand up straight Back, I will get rid of this damn fate and usher in a new life."

Bologo still had excitement on his face, but his voice was much colder, "Are you telling me a story, do you want me to let you go?"

The scavenger's hot heart cooled down, he hesitated for a moment, and shook his head.

"No," said the Scavenger, "I just want someone to know my story, even if I don't have a name."

Bologo didn't respond to the carrion rat's words, and a cold iron wall came into his eyes. There were many welding marks on it, and it was deliberately thickened, turning it into a barrier to isolate the outside world from prying eyes.

Potential enemies gathered behind this barrier, and Burlogo pressed his hand against the iron wall, feeling like he was opening a blind box.

The enemies behind the iron wall may have fled here and are exchanging fire with Lebius, or they may be hiding here. As long as you open the iron wall yourself, thousands of mice will come rushing to your face, crawling all over your body, and gnawing all over your body. own flesh and blood.

I may also meet Hert. Lebius told himself that the other party is a power loser, and his chances of winning are not great...

Scavengers tried to increase their own value, "I know a secret path."

"No need."

The carrion rat knew the strange power of Burrog, but he didn't think Burrog could break through the iron wall as calmly as before. He wanted to persuade him, but then something beyond his imagination happened.

The cyan fireworks burned to their heart's content, engulfing the surrounding metal in an instant, and cumbersome patterns emerged on it, like totems from ancient times.

The solid metal was as soft as silk in Bolog's hands, and Bolog opened the way as easily as parting hot molten iron.

Rotten blood roared from the darkness in front of him. Burrog clenched his swords tightly, and bright golden halos appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)