A journey of seven souls escaping from the basement

I won't say anything like sparing your life, that's simply impossible. Even if you say it, the person opposite won't believe it.

After all, in a life-and-death relationship, letting someone else live is gambling with your own life.

A more relaxed death is already the best treatment.

"Of course, if you are particularly smart and refuse to do as I am told, then I really have nothing to do with you except to make your death more painful." W leaned down and looked at the man lying on the ground covered in blood. The bloody enemy said, taking out a dagger from his pocket and gently wiping a blood mark on the opponent's neck.

Accept the task as usual and complete the task as usual, but the only difference from usual is that this time W did not do it so cleanly, but deliberately left a non-threatening person alive, and skillfully picked off the opponent's After stretching their limbs, they pulled the other party to a remote corner.

"So do you understand? This is not a transaction, but a charity from my great kindness." W grabbed the hair and lifted the other person's head up, so that the other person could look at him, regardless of the other person's hideous and frightened expression due to pain. , said one word at a time; "Look at my eyes, do you see it? That shape, a four-pointed star, I only give you 3 seconds to find a way to draw this pattern. As for how you draw it, that's up to you. It’s about that.”

"If your hand tendon is broken, use your elbow to draw on the ground. If you can't move your elbow, use your face to wipe it out on the ground. It doesn't matter even if you lick the Prime Minister's pattern with your tongue. You are going to die anyway, so don't worry about it. I only give you 3 seconds, and I swear you won’t want to know what will happen to you if you don’t complete my request in three seconds.”

After saying that, W's threatening look suddenly calmed down. After putting a dagger into the opponent's hand, he stood up and looked down at the opponent who fell on the ground. He raised three fingers with a smile on his face and his voice. He said frivolously: "Then, the countdown is about to begin, so work hard and don't let me down."

"3, 2... Well, you did a good job, the painting is done."

The person on the ground turned over and lay on the ground almost as soon as the countdown started. He seemed to have never thought that he would die anyway, so he might as well resist this kind of thing.

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The life of a mercenary has long made him numb to things like life and death. He has no too much nostalgia for the life and future of the walking dead, and has long lost his obsession with living.

The moment the figure was drawn, she was convinced that her guess was right.

Seeing the ghost that she had tried for a long time but had not appeared appear beside that person, W's dull mood for many days improved, but she understood that it was not the time yet, and she still had one last step to take.

"Good night."

boom--!

Almost at the moment when the other party had finished drawing the pattern, at the moment when the ghost appeared, before the newly arrived ghost could see the surrounding environment clearly, W’s other hand, which had always been in his pocket, immediately quietly and quietly After pressing it lightly, the dagger held by the man on the ground who had completed the task and lost its value instantly exploded violently. The impact carried blood and dust and dyed the surrounding area with scarlet blood.

"Ah? What?" The sound of the explosion made Yabu instantly cheer up and spread out hemispherical barriers in all directions, quickly looking for anyone in need of rescue in the explosion.

No...what's wrong?What's going on?what happens?

Yabu, who felt like he had just slept, saw the image of something exploding as soon as he opened his eyes, and the splash of blood and minced meat caused him to freeze on the spot.

Who can stand such an explosive plot when I just woke up from sleep?

He lowered his head and inspected his body. Being incorporeal, he would naturally not be splashed with blood, but he still inspected it carefully in a daze, and stared blankly at the objects that were sliding down the hemispherical barrier. Blood, thinking about where he is now.

"Hey, Ghost, wake up and come to your senses."

"...Mercenary?"

That familiar voice made Yabu come back to his senses and immediately thought of who the owner of the voice was. After all, from his perspective, the time he and the mercenary were apart was actually only one day.

Looking to the side in the direction of the sound, he saw that the other party was lying on his barrier at some point, and wiped the blood stains on the barrier with his hands to create a clean area, as if he was looking through a window. As if looking at what she wanted, she stared at Yabu in the barrier with a smile on her face, feeling that if Yabu didn't come out, she would squeeze into the barrier and force him out.

"Hmm, it's me, come out quickly."

Seeing that Yabu recognized him, W stopped lying on the semicircular barrier. After standing up, he hurriedly wiped the blood from his palms on his sleeves a few times, and then wiped it with a clean He took out a book from the lining pocket of his clothes and held the book in both hands to show off to the cloth.

"Cow... isn't it awesome? I found it for you."

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Chapter 97 It’s just a title, don’t worry about it

Suppose that one day you just woke up and saw an acquaintance with blood on his body and even face, standing next to you, holding a book, looking at you, and smiling at you.

This is probably how Yabu feels now.

No, what kind of studio is this?

The mercenary's surprised and even horrified look made Yabu feel that his mind was a little hard to turn around.

"Are you... hurt somewhere?"

But whether he was confused or weird, it was all temporarily forgotten by Yabu because of his concern. After seeing the appearance of the mercenary clearly, he lifted the barrier without any hesitation, and worriedly floated over the mercenary who was covered in blood. Bing inspected the other party's body.

"Injured? Oh, that's not the point. Do you see this?" W raised the book again, almost hitting Yabu's face, "A book about literacy."

"...Is that the point?"

"Oh, why isn't this the point? I spent a lot of effort to find it, okay, you have to thank me properly." W said this, but under the concerned gaze of the ghost, she still felt a little bit Guilty.

After all, this thing is actually not that hard to find.

After discovering that Hedley's tall and tall man could sometimes read, W asked casually, but he didn't expect that the other party actually had a book on this subject.

And in the end, the other party didn't ask for anything. After asking and learning that w was going to be used for studying, although her expression was a little weird, she still gave it to her directly.

That expression, how should I put it, was like being in disbelief that she would want to learn to read, but at the same time there was a sense of relief.

"We'll talk about that later. I'll try to treat you first."

"Treatment? What treatment... ugh..."

Before he could ask questions, the green soft light had already immersed into W's body, and what followed was the comfort of his limbs gradually relaxing as if they had been soaked in warm water. Those things that have been with the body for a long time have become accustomed to the senses. The dull feeling also disappeared, and every part of the body and even the organs in the body felt much refreshed.

But W suddenly retreated, forcibly getting rid of Yabu's treatment, covering his face that might have become healthier and rosy with his hands, and said in a muffled voice as if he was enduring something: "Don't treat me, it's okay. ”

"Do you really not need treatment? Is your body okay?"

"Really...no need, not yet."

But in fact, if possible, w really wants to let Yabu continue like this.

The problem is that it feels a little too comfortable.

The healing power will produce different feelings when used on different people. When used on an already healthy person, the effect may be to feel relaxed.

But for a mercenary like her who suffers from ore disease, has many old and hidden injuries on her body, and is a little tired after just finishing work, if she uses treatment, the comfort she will feel is completely different from the former.

It's like having the burden of a stone removed from the body, and the burden of a backpack of bricks being removed from the body. The sense of relief the body feels at the moment of removal is definitely different.

This unprecedented sense of comfort made her a little afraid that she would be unable to control her embarrassing expressions and sounds. After hesitating and struggling in her heart for a while, she still forced herself to leave this gentle hometown because of her face with the ghost. .

"I know my own body well. There is nothing to treat. This is not my blood."

Forcibly suppressing the regret in his heart, after feeling that his body and senses had almost calmed down, W slowly lowered the hand covering his face.

"Okay." Since the other party refused, Yabu no longer gave the treatment forcefully, "What on earth happened?"

"How should I put it? I am a mercenary, and mercenaries have to take jobs. You can understand this, right?"

"Yeah." Yabu nodded to indicate that he understood.

"When I was doing the commission just now, there was someone who got anxious at the end. He was carrying explosives and wanted to die with me. Fortunately, I am more skilled. The ability you left for me last time is more effective." W said at the same time , and also gestured with the distance with his hand, pretending to be scared, "I almost got hurt, I'm telling you, it was just a little bit closer."

Well, it's really just a little bit close, but it's always just a little bit close.

The enemy didn't touch her at all, and the blood on her body was completely wiped off by herself.

"That's it..." Although Yao Bu couldn't understand the plot development, he still tried hard to extract the information he could understand from the other party's words, and reached out to fill the stone on the mercenary's body with his own. ability.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. You probably didn't know when you left in a hurry last time." W pointed at his face that still had some blood stains and said, "w."

"Hmm...

"What are you talking about? I mean, my new name is W." W said as he took out the weapon he picked up last time and had been hanging on his body. "The customs of mercenaries , if you pick up the deceased’s belongings, you will inherit the name, so now I am w.”

"That's it, w, I remember it." Yabu didn't say anything because the name with one letter was strange. After all, it was someone else's name anyway, and it was inherited from the deceased. Knowing better, a casual joke might be considered offensive, "I also have a name, or I have found my own name. My name is Yabu."

"...Not bad, we haven't seen each other for so long, and you have found your own name, and it sounds more like a person than the name I picked up." w mocked himself verbally. At the same time, he praised the other person's name, and the hand holding the weapon unconsciously rubbed the handle.

"It's okay. W is a pretty good name. Besides, if it really doesn't work out, you can think of another name for yourself in the future." Yabu could see that W was in a bad mood, but he just thought it was because of how W treated him. I was dissatisfied with the code name, "Or is it that your industry stipulates that everyone must use the inherited name?"

"That's not true." W's tone was a little careless, "It's better to say that there are not many people with names in our industry, who cares about this."

"Right, the important thing about your name is to see yourself." Yabu pointed at himself, looked at W and said, "For example, if you want, you can still call me ghost."

"Ha, okay, okay, I get it, you don't think that I need comfort for this kind of thing..." w looked away from Ya Bu's gaze and looked away, as if he disliked Ya Grandma Bu waved her hands, but when she moved to look to the side, the corners of her lips unconsciously raised a little, and then she muttered with a nonchalant look, "Then you can still scream if you want to." You can call me a mercenary, it’s not bad for me anyway.”

"Okay, mercenary."

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*w Originally thought that now that he could read, if the ghost didn't have a name, he would give him one.

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Chapter 98 Who knows this?

The two of them looked at each other and smiled. It was a nickname that only the two of them knew the meaning of. Even after so long, this title was still as familiar to W as when they first met... ...

"By the way, mercenary, what did you mean when you just said, 'We haven't seen each other for so long'?" Yabu thought of his time travel, and simply used this to ask W about the time, "As for me, it was probably just It’s been about a week.”

But for Yabu, it was actually not long after they first met.

"Huh? Are you kidding?" w was so surprised by this strange question that the smile on his face disappeared.

Chapter 99 Realize that you are a gear, not a needle

Looking at Yabu waiting quietly beside him, W kept picking and choosing various questions in his mind, and the time gradually shortened, and the reduction of time in turn made the questions that could be chosen even rarer.

Time...time...why is it so short? I don’t even have time to say what I want to say.

So after all, why is it so short this time?

From the last time, W had almost guessed that perhaps whether Yabu disappeared was related to what she wanted to accomplish when she summoned him, so this time she killed the person who summoned Yabu very simply.

Logically speaking, if a person is dead, shouldn't everything he wants to accomplish be in a state of being unable to be accomplished?

'Could it be that you guessed wrong?'

Is it because there is no one to ask for help, just like a balloon without a fixed rope?

Or......

Goal, has it been accomplished?

Looking down at the blood on the ground and the traces left after the explosion, W slowly said: "Ghost..."

Could it be that that person's wish, what he wanted, was actually an easy death?

This desire, no matter how you think about it, should be unreasonable.

However, perhaps because of the influence of what he has heard and heard, or perhaps because he is almost used to this kind of life, W feels that for people like them, such a wish does not seem to be unexpected.

......what about me?

Will I, too, become like that?

He becomes numb to life, and becomes someone who lives just to die.

Become... what a qualified mercenary should look like.

"I already know how to read."

"Ah."

"So..." W didn't understand anything. Although she didn't understand what Yabu was doing at the beginning, in the days that followed, she also understood that Yabu's so-called transaction at that time was actually all about Think about her.

Even the so-called saying in the deal that she should learn to read first so that she could teach him easily was because she briefly mentioned that she was illiterate when asking for her name, and he used this to find a reason for himself to learn. That’s all.

Although I don’t know what learning literacy means to someone like me, I can feel that the other person wants me to become better.

Then...in that case, can you just use this as a convenience?

"What do you think I should do next? Do you have any suggestions?"

Leave this problem to him and let him think about such troublesome things for you.

This is not dependence or laziness, it has always been like this, right? Mercenaries are just those who receive a mission and complete it.

So I don't think it's dependence or laziness. It seems to be called, well, professionalism.

"Well..." Yabu didn't answer immediately. He didn't know why W suddenly asked himself such a question, but this kind of question that seemed to determine the future direction of others made him unconsciously cautious. .

"What are your goals for the future?"

Although it is not necessary to have such a thing as a goal, you must at least try to think about it.

"To be honest, no, I live just because I don't want to die." W said as if he was talking nonsense.