The Death Knight of the Secret World

Chapter 2 0002, Corpse Carrying Trainee
In the haze, Wu Bin seems to have returned to the library, back to the moment when his memory was interrupted.

On the table was an open Hebrew book and a Chinese dictionary, and Wu Bin compared them word by word.

"War, plague, famine, death..." he muttered.

This is a document that records the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The original text was written in Hebrew. After being translated into Chinese characters, there are three or four versions. Although the meanings are similar, Wu Bin decided to translate it again himself.

"Uncovering...the fourth seal...or a contract, he heard an existence say to him..."

Wu Bin compared it word by word, and before he knew it, his right ring finger pressed a strange symbol on the book.

"...you come..." Wu Bin compared the word, he turned his head and looked at the comparison dictionary, "or it can be said...you come here?"

When he was murmuring subconsciously, he didn't realize that there was a faint light on the symbol...

"That being... said..."

A breeze blew, as if... something happened, but nothing seemed to happen.

Suddenly, Wu Bin felt as if he had been hit hard on the back of the head by something. He felt pain at first, and then felt dizzy.

"You little bastard, let go! I found this out first! Bring that... over here..."

Then, before Wu Bin could hear what was behind him, he received a heavy blow on the left side of his ribs.

"Ow!"

Wu Bin sat up suddenly, covered in cold sweat!I reached out and touched the ribs on the left, and it felt very hard... or rather, skinny.

"Beomie...Bing!"

Wu Bin murmured softly: "So, is that so?"

"Becklund!" Wu Bin exhaled foul breath: "It seems... I have come to a very incredible place!"

"Beyo?" Beside him, a little boy curled up and looked over sleepily: "Beyo, are you still hurting?"

"It's all right! Almin, go to sleep!" Wu Bin said something that didn't sound like Chinese at all.Patted the little hairy head with his right hand: "It will be fine, tomorrow, it will be fine...!"

"Yeah!" Xiaomaotou leaned closer to Wu Bin, put his head on Wu Bin's side, and fell asleep again after a while.

well!This start is really...

Wu Bin leaned his head on the head of the bed, feeling a little insomnia.

Once upon a time, he was also a spirited guy who would be energetic as soon as he touched the bed. If he still had a mobile phone in his hand, he would be able to live until five o'clock in the morning...

But, now!

Backlund!

Ghetto!
waif.

Still a 15-year-old street child with an [-]-year-old brother!

Begging, stealing, fighting... The little gang of waifs...

Gee!
It really is……

Even Zhou Mingrui was a student party at the beginning.What's more, there is a father, an angel, and a mentor by his side...

What am I?
Does hell start?
Look at Tao*Rosell*Huang, what kind of opening is that?Nobility!

However, the most important thing is... now, has Zhou Mingrui come over?
Have you become a night watchman?

Backlund's slums...

If Wu Bin's memory is correct, as long as the Fool's old fairy can drive Backlund, then the slum area will definitely be... close to death!

The true Creator, and the complex and intertwined forces of all parties...

No matter who it is, as long as they appear in the poor areas of Backlund, they will definitely start with double-digit casualties...

Ugh……

It would be great if there was a system or something!
Without a system, it's okay to have an angel-level portable grandfather!
It's a pity, Wu Bin is so bad that he won't bring any good stuff in ten consecutive draws.Don't even think about the angel brand portable grandfather.

Still think about how to live.

It seems... During the day, the little boy Almin said that he would let himself be an apprentice to whom?

What is it?

It seems to be... a corpse-bearer?

Fuck, do you want to be so ruthless?How could Xiao Maotou be so ruthless?Let your own brother carry the dead body?
Is there such a trick?
I'm only 15 years old, I'm still... Forget it, this is Backlund, who cares what time you are a flower?

According to the memory of the original body, the child labor here in Backlund started at the age of six or seven.

It's so dark!

Six or seven years old know what a fart, wages or something, can't you just give me three melons and two dates?Regardless of food, if this kind of employer is in the new century, under the red flag, the factory owner will have to be hanged from a lamppost for three months...

And, the death rate for child labor... a staggering 45%!

Once they enter the black factory, nearly half of the minors will delete their accounts for various reasons before reaching adulthood...

It may be pollution from factories, heavy metals, or chemical pollution...

It may also be a work-related injury for various reasons... Missing arms and legs are commonplace, and the probability of being injured or disabled... is basically close to 100%.

Not to mention the labor law, there is no law on the protection of minors here...

In the age of steam, or the pre-industrial revolution, it was filled with flesh and blood.

so……

Or, just carry a corpse?

The treatment of corpse-carrying workers... seems to be okay.

Although it's a little scary, a little hairy... But at least it can make a living, right?
However, when Wu Bin remembered that old hunchback, it seemed...a tuberculosis ghost?

Is it tuberculosis or what?
Hmm... isn't this normal?

The prototype of Backlund is said to be based on London.London...that's the foggy city.

Oliver Twist or something...

Fog and tuberculosis, isn't that a perfect match?
and so……

Or risk the risk of tuberculosis and endure the smell of all kinds of corpses to carry the corpse...and then be carried away by the new corpse-carryer before the age of 30, and thrown outside the city and burned to ashes?
Or, just continue to hang out in the circle of vagrants?In the end, wait for the old fool to drive Backlund, and ascend to the immortal with everyone in the curling PM25?
It seems... very miserable.

Otherwise, work hard to carry the corpse, earn enough money, and quickly leave Backlund, a place of right and wrong!

Well, this can be.

The ferry ticket or something doesn't seem to be expensive.

It's such a happy decision.

Going to be a corpse-carrying trainee tomorrow... Isn't it flattering... What a fart!

Perhaps before I have practiced for two and a half years, the old fairy of the fool will be able to drive Backlund...

Then play with a hammer!
or……

Looking for a thigh hug?
For example, wait until the old fairy fool masters the art of incarnation outside the body, and go to be Dawn Dantès' servant or something?

After all, the king of yellow and black is so hanging, right!
Hug a thigh or something, no shame!

Or, how about sticking around with the waifs, trying to be an informant for Moriarty or something?
After all, it's better to hug your thighs as soon as possible...

So, what should I do?
No matter how you choose, it's not very easy to do...

(End of this chapter)