Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, even ignoring the wound on his body, and strode out the door.

For some reason, at this moment, he even felt that this seemingly ordinary residence seemed to be much more terrifying than the prison of the Security Department.

Even in this situation, the young man remained cautious, pushed open the door, carefully looked around, and after confirming that there was no one from the Security Division, he went out.

escaped.

This is the most real feedback in the teenager's mind.

But the moment his feet stepped out of the door, he felt as if a hand grabbed his collar and pulled him back roughly.

The owner of the palm is very strong, and if he is not injured, he may tear it.

But now...

The boy returned to the room again, raised his head in a daze, and looked at Yu Sheng standing opposite him, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Yu Sheng closed the door smoothly, still with that calm expression: "I didn't restrict your freedom, so... this should not be considered illegal detention."

"At least you left this room."

"Yes, it is like that."

In the end, Yu Sheng didn't forget to nod his head to prove that what he said was indeed very reasonable.

...

The boy couldn't remember how many times he had collapsed in just half an hour.

Yu Sheng's immature face was like a devil in his eyes.

"Sit anywhere."

"Your injury is serious, it's best not to move around, and remember to help me clean up the blood on the floor."

"Otherwise I won't be happy."

After Yu Sheng gave a few instructions, he casually put away the medicine on the cabinet, sat on a chair beside him, and fell into that dazed state again.

The young man stood there, a little dazed, not knowing whether he should rest for a while or clean the room.

"It doesn't seem to be an illusion."

Yu Sheng sat in a chair and was a little lost in thought. Every time the boy's emotions collapsed, wisps of light gray energy lifted into the air and entered the picture scroll in his mind.

And the dragon stick in the picture scroll looks a little more solid than before.

It's a slow process, but it works.

In other words, this energy is generated from other people's emotions, and this emotion must be caused by oneself?

Yu Sheng had vaguely figured out something, and his gaze on the young man was a little bright.

But the young man who was dragging his seriously injured body to clean the room felt a little cold on his back at this moment, like a thorn in his back.

The most unacceptable thing for him was that the wound on his chest was still dripping blood. Every time he wiped away a little blood, more blood would drip on the floor continuously.

Seeing that the boy's breathing became heavier and he looked like he was on the verge of falling, Yu Sheng took two steps forward considerately: "Your injury is very serious, if you make any aggressive movements, you will die."

Under the young man's unbelievable gaze, Yu Sheng went to the bathroom and took out a piece of soap and handed it to the young man: "Sulphur soap is more convenient for cleaning the blood, so you can rest earlier."

The young man took the sulfur soap indifferently, with neither joy nor sorrow in his heart, he knelt on the ground numbly and wiped the floor.

Yu Sheng watched the gray gas escaping from the boy's head become less and less until it disappeared, he was taken aback for a moment, got up immediately, and came to the boy again.

"I thought about it, sulfur soap hurts my hands."

Snatching back the sulfur soap, Yu Sheng sat back on the chair in satisfaction as he saw the gray air emanating from the top of the boy's head again.

"I agreed!"

The boy seemed to have made an important decision, he took a deep breath and stood up, looked at Yu Sheng and said seriously.

"Give me a pen and paper, I want to leave a suicide note before I die."

Yu Sheng looked at the young man blankly, puzzled.

"Anyway, if I don't commit suicide, I will lose too much blood and die."

"It's better to die with dignity."

"Didn't you say that I owe you my life, and I will pay you back now."

The boy raised his chin proudly.

At this moment, he seemed to be determined to be the world's number one killer on that sunny afternoon, he was such a high-spirited and handsome young man.

A killer should not be afraid of death, and even face death bravely.

It turned out...unknowingly, I had forgotten my original intention, but fortunately at the last moment, I regained my dignity as a killer.

"You can't die."

Yu Sheng shook his head decisively without any hesitation.

It would be a pity if such a stable energy source died.

"No, I must die!"

"Only by death can I defend the dignity of my killer."

But the young man stubbornly shook his head: "Forget it, since he is about to die, it doesn't matter if you don't leave things like suicide notes, killers... have no feelings."

As he said that, a small blade suddenly appeared between the young man's fingers, and he slowly slashed at his neck.

Slowly closing his eyes, according to the practice of dying people, the boy once again recalled his life.

Six months ago, I decided to be the world's number one killer.

Received the first order three days ago.

In the morning, step on the spot, in the afternoon, do it.

Lost, fled, broke into the wolf's den by mistake, and died.

Although it is not perfect, but... After all, it can be regarded as the life of a killer.

Unknowingly, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth.

Yu Sheng got up, frowned, looked at the boy's face seriously for the first time under the moonlight, and then said strangely: "Are you really a killer?"

"I haven't killed anyone, and I don't have any bloody smell on my body."

The boy suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Yu Sheng: "I just missed. If you give me time, I will become the world's number one killer sooner or later!"

"Forget it, let me tell you that you don't understand either!"

With disdain for the rest of his life, the boy closed his eyes again and recalled his life again.

"The position is wrong. The place you plan to row is the trachea, and you won't die immediately."

"And it will be painful."

Yu Sheng kindly pointed out.

The boy holding the blade froze in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and adjusted his position slightly.

Damn, I have to recall my life again.

The young man cursed secretly.

"It doesn't work here either, it will spurt blood."

“The room was dirty and difficult to clean.”

Yu Sheng frowned, a little unhappy.

...

"I'm already going to die, do you know what it means to die?"

"Can you not interrupt me?"

"what??"

The young man's veins bulged, he looked at Yu Sheng and roared and said!

Due to too much force, the wound burst open, and the injury worsened again. He fell to the ground in pain, clutching his chest, wanting to howl twice, but he maintained his killer's decency and forcibly endured it.

"Is there a meaning to death?"

"I don't understand."

Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds, then shook his head: "Before I kill someone next time, I will ask them for advice."