Endless Debt

The folding knife was like a roaring wave, slashing at the wolf against the harsh buzzing sound.

Thousands of sharp blades rolled up like blooming flowers, scratching the skin and penetrating the body. They tried to hinder Boluogo's progress, but they still could not resist this life-threatening blow.

The sharp sword light fell on the top of the evil wolf's head. It resisted it completely, but there were explosions in the body, as if there were chains of nothingness that locked it firmly in an instant, shackling all its limbs. , so that it could only watch the guillotine fall.

A thunderous explosion sounded in the air, the air flow surged in all directions, and the blood mist surged, covering both of them in the blink of an eye. However, the blood mist was soon blown away by the howling wind, and fine blood droplets pattered around.

Armor, blade, body, floor, wall, ceiling, light...

Everything in sight was covered with a layer of scarlet. In a daze, they were squirming, as if they were alive, and the world was being dragged into the stomach of some giant creature.

Boluogo fell down, his face turned pale, his limbs became bloody, and his whole body was on the verge of being broken, like being dragged out of a meat grinder. Blood overflowed. He tried to get up, but his body did not respond. Boluogo Ge's injury was too serious.

The most fatal wound came from the neck. A long and slender wound cut open Boluogo's throat. Along with the painful breathing, a night owl-like cry came from the dark wound.

The annoying and harsh buzzing gradually stopped. The wolf stood upright and turned its head slowly. For some reason, the wolf's movements were a little stiff, like a clockwork machine with rusty gears. There was a sound of metal under the body. A dry rubbing sound.

The light in the gap between the armor dimmed a lot, and it seemed that it would go out in the next second.

"Was this planned in advance?"

asked the evil wolf.

It looked at its own hands. After Boluogo's life-threatening blow, it could have cut him into pieces before Boluogo swung his folding knife. But at that moment, it raised its arms behind its chest, Then he felt a sense of obstruction. It was the influence of the sense of obstruction that made the evil wolf delay for a few seconds and failed to block the blow.

"In this way...show your worth."

The evil wolf muttered, and one broken blade after another stayed in its armor, like spikes piercing the body, affecting the movement of the armor at the critical moment, blocking the swing of the arm joints. Even his agile body became sluggish.

This was the first time such a thing happened to a vicious wolf, and the hunter was bitten by the prey instead.

The wolf let out a deep, hoarse laugh.

"I heard Jeffrey talk about you. He said that you have been in the dark cell for a long time. You seem to have some mental problems. You are narcissistic and paranoid. You are obsessed with the so-called good and evil will be rewarded... Do you regard yourself as the savior? ?why?"

The wolf asked curiously as he recalled the information about Boluogo.

"Why?"

Boluogo's voice whimpered, as if he had heard some funny joke, and the smile on his pale face gradually became wilder.

"It's like the sunrise and sunset, like birth, old age, sickness and death, like justice and evil... Isn't it an iron law of the human world that good and evil will be rewarded?"

he scoffed loudly.

"Does this kind of thing still need a 'why'?"

The wolf didn't react. It just had a cold body, and no emotional fluctuations could be seen. It seemed to be thinking, and seemed to be staring at Boluogo.

As for Boluogo, after laughing at the wolf, he was silent again.

He was dead, his body lying in a pool of blood, unresponsive, his head looking at the sky, his eyes blurry.

Some people say that when a person dies, he will look back on his life and make a summary of his life.

Boluogo couldn't see the whole life, all he saw was a frightening and depressing nothingness.

It was an unbearable emptiness, with silky green awns wandering across the field of vision. Behind the dark gray void background was the endless vastness and solemnity. Deep and distant sounds sounded, and large chunks of ice and rocks were heard. The huge objects collided one after another, bursting out fragments, and the continuous sharp angles were like sharp fangs, biting each other and spreading to the end.

This is what Bologo will see when he "dies". Every time he "dies" he will briefly come to this "world after death".

Then he was exiled back to the world again.

The wolf stared at Bologo's body.

The blue eyes reflected the bloody scene, and the bright green light gradually dimmed, like scattered stars, disappearing into the abyss of the pupils.

The stars should have fallen into silence, but a weak electric arc flashed, and the stars became bright again, and the light became more and more dazzling with the fluctuations. They reunited and turned into a blazing sun.

The sluggish pupils solidified again.

The sound of dripping water sounded, and the blood flowed back into the body. The broken wounds began to adhere to each other and healed. The broken bones proliferated and reset, and the blurred flesh and blood also grew new granulations. They bite each other and cut off the broken bones. Flesh refills.

The rib cage was propped up again, and the blood surged passionately in the blood vessels, stimulating the silent heartbeat again, like the sound of a war drum.

Boluogo coughed several times in pain, spit out the blood clot stuck in his throat, and stood up slowly like an unspeakable ghost, standing in a pool of blood.

"Phew, this 'gift' is really useful, isn't it?"

Boluogo touched his throat. The skin was intact, but he still felt a faint chill.

The pain of having his throat cut was real, and so was his own death, but Boluogo survived in the end and stood up again.

"Lazarus who rose from the dead..."

A voice full of malice and strangeness sounded from under the iron armor. Even if he knew enough about Boluogo from the data, the evil wolf would feel awe and fear when he actually witnessed this "resurrection from the dead".

This is Bologo's "gift", a blessing and a curse from the devil.

"Do I pass the test? If I pass, I won't go upstairs to see you."

He had obviously died once before, but Boluogo acted as if nothing had happened, with an attitude of not caring.

The wolf didn't respond, and Boluoge stretched out his hand to catch the wolf.

He held the folding knife that almost completely split the wolf's head open.

The life-saving blow was successful. The folding knife passed through the obstruction of thousands of sharp blades, and struck the dark steel with precision like thunder splitting apart a big tree, splitting the ferocious wolf's head in half.

The dim light overflowed, and they were like flowing blood, spurting out from the cracks, and the light under the entire armor was constantly dimming.

Pulling out the folding knife with force, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared, and then completely extinguished. The ghost living under the armor disappeared, and the wolf's head was broken into two halves. It clattered to the ground, and the armor turned into an empty shell and shook. After a few seconds, he collapsed completely, as if dead.

"Oh, by the way, remember to close the door when you leave."

Boluogo looked at the steel corpse, hoping that the other party could still hear his words.

There was a rumbling sound, as if the earth was changing, and the whole building was shaking slightly. Boluogo stabilized his body and looked around. He saw arrays similar to evil wolves on the walls, and these luminous arrays were Dissipates quickly.

The cement walls that sealed the doors and windows receded one by one, the physical spatial structure was modified and reset, and the "kenshi" left the building and returned it to normal.

Boluogo couldn't understand this strange sight, but he thought he would soon understand it all.

Picking up the broken wolf head helmet, he walked towards the gate like it was his own trophy.

There was no feeling of obstruction at all, the door was easily pushed open, and the cold wind of the night passed by, slightly soothing the heat on Boluogo's body.

He stood on the steps, and endless blood flowed from his feet, just like the red carpet where the protagonist appeared, gathering into a stream, flowing through the steps, and spreading to those who had been waiting in front of the building for a long time.

Boluogo saw Jeffrey, waved and smiled at him, and then threw the wolf-headed helmet at his feet.

The helmet rolled down, making a clanking sound along the way. After seeing the appearance of the wolf-headed helmet clearly, everyone took a step back slightly, their eyes full of vigilance.

They recognized the helmet.

After swallowing, invisible pressure covered the hearts of everyone present, and the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

They looked at the guy who walked out of the gate. Boluogo was bathed in warm blood and braved white mist, like red-hot iron encountering cold water.

For a moment, it was difficult for them to distinguish the existence of Boluogo, human? Or a demon?

They didn't know until a relaxing voice broke the dead silence.

"Huh...is this a welcome party?"

Boluogo combed his hanging hair back, wiped the blood from his face, and looked at Jeffrey.

"Where can I get my work badge?"