I really don't want to cross

Chapter 15 Light
Wuming and Ikoma didn't speak. Although there were many strange words in Wood's words that they couldn't figure out what they meant, they still understood the general meaning.

The atmosphere in the entire carriage suddenly became a little heavy.

Wood didn't say anything either.

It's just that I don't understand why I say this.

Tell me?
It's just that this confidant is not the two people in front of me.

but himself!
Remind yourself not to care about anyone.

Ikoma sighed and shook his head: "Maybe it's what you said, but I... don't agree with your statement."

Wood frowned.

Ikoma's expression became firm: "This world is not completely dark, light still exists, and only when you fall into darkness, will you look for light; no matter how small the light is, as long as there is light, there will be no darkness." would be desperate."

He glanced at Wood: "You who fell into darkness, didn't you look for it?"

What are you looking for?
Wood looked at Ikoma blankly for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile.

Was he enlightened by a 17-year-old brat?
bright?

I wasn't looking for this shit at all, or I just gave up looking.

but……

He ran up to me like a joker.

It's annoying, and it's f*cking dazzling.

very small--

But it is also precious because of its smallness.

"Tsk—"

Wood slammed his mouth, got up and patted his butt, and then directly removed the box on his back and Gatling on his left hand.

Seeing this scene, the two Wuming couldn't help being startled.

You must know that Wood had never put down his weapon before, whether it was eating, sleeping, or even going to the toilet. Now that Wood suddenly put down his weapon, both of them couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"If there is a knife, the sharper the better, preferably harder." Wood said to Wuming.

Wuming glanced at Wood inexplicably, turned around, picked up the gun, popped out the blade, and disassembled it: "What do you want the knife for? That big guy looks like dirt, but I think it's much better than a knife!"

"What kind of vision, this thing is much more stylish than your broken gun." Wood turned out the nameless knife and continued: "And this thing is called Gatling. Although it is rare here, it is actually quite common in Western Europe. .”

Wood's words are not a lie. As far as he knows, Gatling has already appeared in this era, but it seems to belong to the kind of cart handle...

Gatling?
The two were slightly taken aback, and Ikoma looked at the weapons on the ground curiously. Although they had never been there before, the industrial revolution started in Western Europe, so they naturally knew.It's just that I didn't expect the strange weapon Wood was holding to be from Western Europe.

They misunderstood this, Wood was created by a Superman-level A-level hero, and his power was absolutely leveraged. Even the steel film in Kabane could be easily torn, which already showed its terrifying power.

Wood decided that when he went back, he must add money to Gatling of Death. This thing is too good value for money.

He took out the already hardened ball from the pocket of the protective clothing, and Wood threw it out along the gap in the carriage.

"Eh?"

Ikoma stretched out his hand, and looked at Wood like an idiot, and said, "Are you crazy, even if you don't eat it, you can't throw it out. Now, if you eat less food, you will have less food."

"Well, I'm probably crazy."

Wood nodded in agreement, turned and walked out of the carriage.

The two looked at each other inexplicably.

Wood, who left the carriage, went straight to the place where the funeral was held.

In the dark of night, a large group of people surrounded the fire.

There were continuous bursts of low-pitched crying.

Some white-haired people here send black-haired people.

Some lost lovers.

Some lost friends.

Others have lost children...

There is a heavy sadness in the air.

The vigilant warriors silently turned their heads to the side, unwilling to look at the scene in front of them.

Wood curled his lips. He didn't feel sad for these people, because many people here were to blame for themselves. They only cared about running for their lives to fall into the current situation of praying. There was no need to feel sorry for them.

Same with myself.

After searching around, Wood found Uncle Daosui's daughter, a beautiful young woman named Shino.

"Are you praying for Uncle Dao Sui?"

Hearing the voice from behind, Shinano was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to find that the child his father knew came behind him.Shino suppressed the sadness on his face and nodded.

Wood glanced at the young woman, and sighed secretly in his heart. He hadn't noticed it before, but now he took a closer look and found that this poor woman is indeed beautiful.

Unfortunately, it will soon become Cabanne!
"I think what you are praying for is to let the uncle bless you to give birth safely."

"what?"

Shinano's face changed, his pupils gradually developed, and his face was full of horror: "You..."

"You've noticed it, it's already impossible for me to give birth to this child."

"..."

Shinano didn't speak.

She can feel that she is being slowly eroded without Wood's words. This feeling is very subtle, as if she can predict death.

Shinano stroked her belly, tears streaming down from her eyes.

Regret, regret, and more...

apology!

A mother's apology for her unborn child.

"I am a very selfish person, and I especially care about my own life."

Wood was not shy, and sat down next to Shino: "So in order to avoid being bitten, I will kill you before you become Kabane."

"……Um."

Shinano didn't fear, nor begged for mercy, but just gently stroked his stomach.

"Can I touch him?"

Wood took a look and said suddenly.

"what?"

Shino was taken aback, but nodded anyway.

Seeing her nodding, Wood didn't talk nonsense, and stretched out his hand directly.

And touch it very carefully...

He rubbed the middle, then touched the sides, frowning from time to time.

This careful look made Shino look at Wood a little weirdly, and moved back subconsciously.

"How many months?"

As if he didn't notice Shinano's move, Wood didn't intend to take his hand away at all.

"...More than nine months?"

"Be more specific, 9 months and how many days?"

Shinano was taken aback, a little confused about what Wood was asking, and replied without thinking, "9 months and 21 days."

Wood nodded, and then withdrew his hand.

"I don't know if it's effective, but...do you really want this child to be born? Even in this hellish world, living a life where you may die someday?"

At this time, the mourning crowd had begun to disperse, and they went to the side to receive their dinner. Wood's actions just now had attracted the attention of many people.

(End of this chapter)