The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

He Lang woke up, Xia Hong, who was on duty in his room at that time, was almost dumbfounded.

"Captain He!" The usually beautiful and fierce woman watched her captain smile at her, sat up slowly, and suddenly felt at a loss.It wasn't until the "clang" sound of metal collisions that she suddenly came back to her senses, turned around and rushed to the corner to pick up the key of the shackles, and then rushed back to untie He Lang.

After she finished, the other three people who were attracted by her roar also entered the door.

"Captain He...you're awake!" Yan Shaojun walked quickly to the bed, "What's my name?"

He Lang didn't care that he suddenly asked this strange question, he smiled and replied, "Yan Shaojun."

Then he pointed to the other three people: "Xia Hong, Qi Ye, Lin Xiaoyong."

Xia Hong was called out, and the tears she had been holding back rolled down from her eyes; Lin Xiaoyong had been wiping her eyes for a long time; and Qi Ye, who had always been a tough guy, couldn't help but turn red.

He Lang followed them to vent his emotions, and only asked, "How many days have I been lying down?"

"Seven days." Yan Shaojun quickly sorted out his emotions, "How do you feel now? Is there something wrong? How is it different from before?"

"I don't feel much, almost the same as before." He Lang rubbed his wrist, "He reserved my vision, hearing and part of my sense of touch, which is enough."

He said lightly, Xia Hong didn't know what to think of, and the tears fell even harder.She stretched out her hand cautiously, as if she wanted to touch He Lang, but she didn't know if she could touch him directly, so she looked around Yan Shaojun and He Lang for help.

Yan Shaojun: ...This is not my field!

"Touch it, you can jump on it and hug it."

The boy's voice came from behind everyone.He leaned against the door, playing with his butterfly knife, and calmly looked at the moved crowd: "It's just a little cold, after all, I'm too lazy to increase the excess body temperature."

Seeing the butterfly knife fluttering in his hand, He Lang touched his temple subconsciously. The next second, he was embraced by Xia Hong who rushed over.

Xia Hong lay on him and wept, regardless of whether she was ashamed or not, as if she wanted to vent the emotions accumulated before.He Lang was very helpless, and it was not easy to throw her away at this moment, so he could only comfort her with a joke: "If you keep doing this, I will think you have a crush on me."

Xia Hong said sarcastically: "I don't care! If you are so amazing, I will marry you in the dark!"

This unrestrained speech seems to have begun to recover.He Lang felt relieved, and then looked at the boy who was standing far away.

His face still hasn't fully recovered, and he seems to be out of spirits, but the faint smile on the corner of his mouth... always seems to be gratified and pampered.

With a start, He Lang suddenly reached out his hand to Song Lin.

"Butterfly Knife, hand it over."

When Song Lin was about to start the contract, although He Lang was dying, he hadn't lost consciousness again after all.

Song Lin had seen people infected with the virus before, and understood that even if He Lang completely lost consciousness, the soul would not immediately cut off the connection with the body.Even when becoming a walking dead who only knows how to bite people during the onset period, the soul is still connected with the body, but the associated energy is getting weaker and weaker.Probably the soul will not come out of the body until the body completely falls down.

In other words, if Song Lin wanted to make a contract with the undead, he had to forcibly peel off his soul, or...he had to wait for He Lang to die completely.

The former is a waste of power, the latter a waste of time.

"So, let's insert the temple." Song Lin took his butterfly knife and calmly revealed his plan.

He Lang was stunned, this seemingly powerless underage - of course He Lang knew it was not - could say such words so calmly; He Lang was also very calm at the same time, he could understand the underage The reason why the plan was announced at the end of the day was because the other four people would definitely not agree.

He Lang even felt that he was returning to the light, obviously weak all over, and his consciousness was getting slower and slower, but he could still think about things so logically and clearly.

He smiled lightly, or rather laughed at himself: "I actually fell to this point... let a minor kill me with a knife."

"Essentially speaking, your life was taken away by the virus, and I just had the opportunity to cut it off." Song Lin replied indifferently, "I won't ask you to accept it again, because you have already joined this gamble. "

"I know I'm talking nonsense..." He Lang sighed softly, "But even I am afraid of death."

"It's not surprising. The vast majority of people are afraid of death, and those who seek death are only more afraid of endless pain." Song Lin said, "The virus makes you powerless and slowly despairing, at least I can make you feel hopeful." Facing death."

He Lang replied: "Shouldn't you make me lose consciousness before doing this?"

The butterfly knife in Song Lin's hand flew around: "Are you afraid of pain? I will solve this matter in an instant... Haven't you seen me use this knife?"

I've seen it, and the last one inserted was also an infected person. It seems that this knife is destined to be different.

"No, I'm just..." He Lang hesitated for a second, "After all, killing a conscious person is different from killing an unconscious person, isn't it?"

"...Are you afraid that if I kill you when you are conscious, you will feel guilty?" Song Lin's face was a little strange, but it is not incomprehensible. He looks like this, and he looks like a person who is very far away from the bloody storm. , "Don't worry, or you don't need to worry about this."

"Then it's okay for me to worry about myself?" He Lang glanced at him, "It is very likely that I will have a physical disgust for you when I watch you kill me, even if I know it, I can't blame you. Responsible for protecting you, this aversion may..."

Song Lin interrupted nonchalantly: "Then you have to worry more. There's so much nonsense, can I do it?"

He Lang sneered: "Do I have any other choice?"

"Yes." Song Lin said, "That is to struggle when I stabbed you down, so that I could not kill you at the same time."

"So I still have to restrain my instinct?" He Lang mocked, "But it's okay, I don't have much strength now, and I probably can't dodge even if I want to."

With the last bit of his strength, he slowly lay down, Song Lin came to help him, supported his head and lowered him slowly.

"Even... you can, keep the liquid away..." He Lang said slowly, "After you're done, remember to clean it..."

"Don't worry about it." Song Lin said caring words in a reprimanded tone like an elder, "Do you want to look at this side? Don't you want to see the scene where I kill you?"

He Lang tilted his head and looked in Song Lin's direction, his right temple was exposed.

"It's a rare opportunity."

"I didn't expect you to be quite humorous at this time." Song Lin put his palm on He Lang's eyes, and then covered them gently, "But my dear, it's better not to read it, it will be bad if this incident causes your psychological shadow .”

He Lang smiled: "You are very strange. You are obviously so much younger than us, but your tone always sounds like an older person is being tolerant..."

The cold light of the butterfly knife flashed.

After He Lang woke up, he asked for Song Lin's butterfly knife, but it was not out of disgust or fear of Song Lin.

He suddenly understood why Song Lin said he was worrying too much.

He formed a contract with Song Lin, and relying on Song Lin's support for activities, he would instinctively develop a sense of closeness and trust towards Song Lin.If it weren't for his strong willpower, he might have bowed his head to Song Lin directly!

This is not an exaggeration, the necromancer is originally the... master of the necromancer.

It's just that Song Lin didn't control He Lang. If he had this idea, He Lang would have almost no chance of resisting.

Almost, because the verbal agreement between them came into effect at the same time.

Only then did He Lang realize that the words between him and Song Lin were not just words, but had become an unbreakable contract.Originally, He Lang was just an ordinary person—an infected ordinary person—he couldn’t feel the mystery brought by this contract. When he began to rely on another kind of power to "live", the induction brought by the contract came naturally. Captured by him.

I only hate that Song Lin originally gave a wide range of conditions, but it was He Lang himself who narrowed down the scope!Obviously what Song Lin said was "everything will not be forced", but He Lang shrunk down to "do not force ordinary people to be killed" to be more realistic at that time!

Now it seems that they have all gambled on unreal things like necromancy, so what reality are they pursuing?

In short, with this contract, He Lang's doubts about Song Lin's "may break the contract at any time" were eliminated by half.

Oh, if he and Song Lin came from the same world, and had the common sense that people in that other world have, he wouldn't have relaxed so early.Because if Song Lin's strength is strong enough, and he is much higher than He Lang, it is not so difficult for him to regret the contract of a weakling.

Leaving aside whether to break the contract or not, He Lang really let go of his guard against Song Lin.Firstly, Song Lin did achieve the unnatural thing of returning from death to "life", secondly, according to the contract, He Lang had to take him and protect him, thirdly, it was already like this, he didn't need to guard against Song Lin at all. Even Lin couldn't raise the will to defend against Song Lin.

He asked Song Lin for the Butterfly Knife just because... there was a slight psychological shadow.

He Lang felt that he could even recall the sound of the butterfly knife cutting through the air before "death", even though it was impossible to hear the sound.

But Song Lin's timing was too ingenious, He Lang's suddenness when he spoke was pierced through his brain, and just thinking about it sent shivers down the spine.Even though the wound on the temple has been healed now, He Lang can't help but touch it.Of course, he asked Song Lin for the butterfly knife, not because he was afraid, nor because he wanted to use forced contact therapy to overcome his psychological shadow!

Song Lin didn't say anything, just handed him the knife.

He Lang felt something when he held the knife in his hand, and asked, "This...you practiced it?"

Song Lin nodded.

Xia Hong had just stopped her tears, she was emotionally moved, and glanced at it: "Oh, it's quite fancy."

This butterfly knife is actually quite unique because of its curved handle and blade, and several holes that are more decorative than practical.

Qi Ye "hummed" beside him: "It's flashy."

Song Lin didn't care and said, "It came from a young man, don't worry about it."

"'Touch'? You..." Xia Hong frowned, "Oh, yes, it seems unlikely that the Zhao family will give you pocket money."

Her red eyes and frown were quite funny, but He Lang's expression suddenly became serious: "You stole it?"

"You say yes." Song Lin replied, "I just 'reprocessed' it again."

"Don't steal anything from now on." He Lang said, "Tell me, I'll buy it for you if it suits you."

He Lang's tone of wanting to raise a younger brother or a son might make the other four people jump up seven days ago, but now...they have all bought clothes and supplements for Song Lin themselves, and they will not see people who look up when they bow their heads. There is no need to be surprised.

And with He Lang's financial strength, it's no problem to raise a cub.

——When they think back to this idea in the future, they will probably feel that they are too sweet and naive.

Song Lin didn't care about He Lang's arrangement, so he agreed, and said, "This knife is very suitable for you to use now. Anyway, it's fine if you get it, but it's someone else..."

The other four took a step back.

They didn't know that this knife had pierced He Lang, but they knew that it had touched an infected person!

They also thought at the same time: This is interesting, if anyone who doesn't open their eyes to watch Dui He playing this knife every day is fine, Dui He will use this knife to slash him when he wants to get rid of him, the other party will definitely not care.However, 48 hours later...

"Slow death" is staged here.