Disaster Shelter

My name is Kung Pao Ding, which is a somewhat funny name.

Because I had an older sister who died young, I was named Baoding to bless me to grow up smoothly.

At that time, that dish was not as well known as it is now.

When I was about fourteen years old, I became a demon hunter. I have been working in Furonghe City for more than 20 years, from Xiaogong to Gongge, and then to Gongshu.

If this accident hadn't happened, I might have become Uncle Gong.

The demon hunters around my age either died or were promoted. Only I, like a waste, was stuck in that realm and dared not move forward.

After all, the price of failure is too terrifying, even more terrifying than death!

I've been lying here since the day Mr. L attacked me, and I know I should wake up, but I can't.

Can hear voices, can think, but I can't respond.

Many people have come to see me, some are sad, some cry bitterly, some are indifferent, but there are no relatives of mine.

Yes, back when I was fourteen, I was all alone.

I'll probably keep sleeping like this until my consciousness fades away...

As a demon hunter, this ending seems to be good.

Wait, there are other people in the ward, but why no one can see that person, obviously such a terrifying existence, why no one feels his existence?

...

Wen Wen stood in front of Gong Baoding, lightly grabbed his palm, and a transparent human figure got out of his body and stood in front of Wen Wen.

That is the soul of Kung Pao Ding.

Gong Baoding looked at his illusory body, walked a few steps casually, confirmed his state, and looked at Wen Wen with a little relief.

It seems that I'm dead, so you... are the god of death who reaps the souls of the dead? The clothes look like that, but why don't you hold a sickle.

He looked at Wen Wen, who was wearing a black robe and couldn't see his face, only two golden eyes.

I heard that after death, the soul will directly appear in the other world. I thought there was no such thing as the so-called god of death.

Death is also a kind of relief for him, so Kung Pao Ding is still in the mood to joke.

I'm not the god of death, I'm here to make a deal with you. Wen Wen maintained his aloof state and said aloofly.

I won't make a deal! Gong Baoding refused without thinking.

In the world of superpowers, trading with unknown beings is a very dangerous thing.

If you are lucky, you can get what you want. If you are unlucky, there are many possibilities, but most of them are more terrifying than death.

So this kind of transaction is a kind of taboo for witchers.

Don't you listen to my conditions? You will die immediately. Only I can save you. The price for you to regain your life is to work for me.

Gong Baoding sneered at this: You think I'm a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? Compared with death and being someone else's marionette, I choose death.

Wen Wen said with black lines all over his head: I am not the kind of existence you think, and the job I give you is also a serious job.

Heh, your tone is simply a textbook-style bewitchment.

Gong Baoding was even more disdainful. Although he was dead, he still wanted to maintain the pride of a demon hunter at the end of his life as a demon hunter.

Wen Wen's eyes widened angrily, and he wanted to throw the contract in his hand on this guy's old face. Why is this guy so stubborn!

If he didn't owe him a favor, Wen Wen would have signed a contract with a fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged young lady, and maybe he could get a loving hug in return, why bother to find you, a bad old man first!

I'll put the contract here. I'll give you half a day to think about it. This is your last chance. Wen Wen put the contract on the bed and returned to the shelter.

He will wait for Uncle Gong in the shelter, as long as he is sane, he will definitely sign that contract.

Facing life and death, many people choose to die impulsively, but if they have enough time to think, the result may be different.

Wen Wen is not doubting Uncle Gong's persistence, but because helping the shelter, not only is it not a big pit, but it may be an opportunity.

When he thinks carefully, he will make the right choice.

Gong Baoding put his hand on the contract and stroked it gently.

What a clean contract... This was his first feeling.

In the records of the Hunter Association, the contracts signed by aliens to deceive humans generally have hidden clauses that are not easy to find.

Backs, creases, patterns, dividers, and more can hide tricks.

Once negligent and not found out, when the contract takes effect, it will be too late to regret.

But this document was different, it only had clean text on it, not even a trace of redundant content, which minimized Gong Baoding's risk.

There are no hands and feet in the contract, so the conditions should be very harsh.

Then, he began to read the content of the contract.

It clearly stated his rights and obligations after joining the shelter.

What surprised him the most was that the terms of the contract were much easier than he had imagined, even less than the terms of the contract when he joined the Hunter Association.

The price of saving my life is just to let me sign such a contract. What kind of place is this so-called disaster shelter?

Gong Baoding hesitated for a long time, finally cut his finger, and wrote his name on the contract with blood.

If it was possible not to die, he still didn't want to die. He could completely accept the contents of the contract, so he decided to take a gamble, hoping it wasn't a scam.

At the same time, on the hospital bed, a small wound was opened on his finger, and blood flowed down.

...

Wen Wen, who was studying the rune further in the shelter, laughed.

Kung Pao Ding finally signed the contract, and he will also welcome the first inmate.

The moment the contract was signed, Gong Baoding's soul and the contract disappeared at the same time, and they appeared in the shelter together.

This is the disaster shelter.

Came to another place in an instant, Gong Baoding couldn't take his eyes away, everything here was very novel.

He knew that he had come to an incredible place.

After reading the contract, Wen Wen nodded in satisfaction, and then the contract slowly disappeared in his hands.

Welcome, new inmate.

Wen Wen held Gong Baoding's shoulders, and with a burst of black air, the figures of the two disappeared and appeared in the center of the disaster area.

Welcome, the 72581st disaster containment officer, Mr. Gong Baoding. The man in the metal suit said kindly to Gong Baoding.

Give him what should be given to him. Seeing the attitude of the man in the metal suit, Wen Wen said with some taste.

Its attitude towards Gong Baoding is much better than Wen Wen, because Gong Baoding's appearance is very similar to those of the former inmates, giving it a warm feeling.

And Wen Wen...isn't like a good person!

Even artificial intelligence has its own likes and dislikes.

First of all, I would like to thank the readers for the tip of Scorpio.

Secondly, a wave of py transactions between authors is carried out. It is also a new book in the sci-fi area.

The protagonist is reborn as a willow tree, absorbs nutrients, develops and evolves crazily, and finally becomes the magic tree of Megatron Starry Sky, killing and cutting decisively, this is a supernatural recovery story from the perspective of a tree.