Tribute to the Demon King

When he sat down, even the bed and himself that he touched, the girl could see.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand slowly, touching the hand of the young man on the side of her bed, feeling the strange temperature, and murmured in a low voice: "Is this... an illusion."

"Yes. It's a hallucination. But it's me too."

Contrary to her expectations, Zhou Yi nodded, admitting her soliloquy.

"Confirm a question... Wutiao Wuhui, right?"

Zhou Yi asked in a low voice: "Do you want... to live? Do you... want to know the meaning of life?"

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Chapter 91 What is the price

The silence lasted for a long time.

What broke the silence was the girl's confused voice: "So... what is the price?"

"all of you."

Zhou Yi said bluntly: "Anyway, you have nothing left. How about exchanging everything you have for your life?"

"...Are you human?"

"It is."

Zhou Yi smiled lightly and replied, "Occasionally, I will become a monster."

"Monster... I haven't seen a monster yet."

Even though she was almost threatened by Zhou Yi, the weak girl lying on the bed slightly raised the corners of her mouth, showing a thin and almost transparent smile: "But it doesn't matter. Even if you are a monster, I will not drive you away."

After all, no one has visited me for several years.

Not long after being admitted to the hospital, her parents and younger brother died in the accident.Only Wu Hua was left in Wu Tiao's family.

Since then, all of Kirie's medical expenses have been borne by a man who claims to be his father's friend.It was also because of this that she was not driven out of the hospital, but was fortunate enough to wait to die in the hospital.

It had been a month since the last time I met anyone other than doctors and nurses.Even if the person who came to visit was the god of death who was about to give her the final blow, she would not drive him out.

"Then, Mr. Monster... what should I... call you?"

Wu Tiao Wuhui coughed and asked in a low voice.

"I'm Zhou Yi. Someone who can save you."

Zhou Yi said in a low voice: "You know... It's already a miracle that you can survive till now."

When he had just co-tuned Wutiao Wue and used it as a medium to give her a hallucination of texture, he also checked her body by the way.

His fingers were swollen and ulcerated, the skin was covered with blood, and his lungs, stomach and liver were all failing.If it was an ordinary person, he would have died long before his illness became like this.

The hospital might take it as the combination of the promising doctors and the patient's strong desire to survive.But in reality it is not.

"Yes...every night, before I fall asleep, I am afraid of whether I will wake up the next day, whether I will be alive tomorrow...because I also know very well that once I fall asleep, I will not have the strength to wake up again .”

In a flat and usual tone, she said pitiful words: "I can live until now, probably because of fate..."

"No. You can live only because of the witch's blood in your body."

Zhou Yi shook his head and said calmly: "Your family is a very ancient pure blood. Wu Tiao has been a family that has relied on psychic techniques since ancient times, and is also an expert in praying and cursing. It is precisely because you pray every night Only if I can live until tomorrow will such a miracle exist.”

"……is that so."

Wu Tiao Wuhui's eyes widened slightly.

She has no concept of her family at all.Being taught the history of her family by an outsider made her feel fresh.

"That is to say, the way your family uses to make a living is to convey the thoughts of the spirits you have attracted to others, so as to achieve the purpose of allowing ordinary people to communicate with the missing, the dead, and gods. I wonder if you’ve heard the legend of the blind shrine maiden from Mt. Osore...they lost their eyesight because they saw the underworld, and you have the opposite situation.”

That is to say, it was the illness that deprived him of his eyesight first, which enabled him to develop his ability to communicate with spirits.

"So, stop using your abilities."

Zhou Yi stared at her, and said pointedly: "Otherwise, your body will definitely not be able to hold it. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to hold it for at most three months."

But after hearing Zhou Yi's words, Wu Tiao Wuhui could only reveal a slightly poignant wry smile.

She nodded, but said nothing.

But Zhou Yi unexpectedly let go of her hand——

"Wu Tiao Wu Hui, I have finished answering your question. I should go now."

Saying that, Zhou Yi left Wu Tiao Wuhui's hospital bed, got up and stood up: "Do you want to survive at all costs? When we meet next time, I hope you can think about the answer to this question."

Although Zhou Yi is not a good person, he occasionally shows kindness.If someone sends a sincere request to him, it is not a problem to help that person when Zhou Yi is free.

But the premise is that someone sends a request to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi is not the kind of person who just looks for trouble.And in his opinion, people who even gave up on themselves are not worthy of being saved.

He admires the persistent lunatic, but hates mortals who dare not act because of cowardice.Just like what he requires of his students, even if he can't be like an ancient hero, at least he has a tenacious will.

The current Wutiao Wuhui is not worthy to be his student.