final catastrophe

Chapter 462 31. Black Ewe
"How do you take my soul?"

Xia Ji couldn't help asking.

He was really curious about this.

The sponsor of the sea monster mask said: "If you agree, I will naturally tell you that the contract will be executed perfectly. I will do my best to help you, find and kill the enemy, and you will give me your soul in the end."

Xia Ji asked, "What if I die during this period?"

The patron said: "I will take back your soul in advance, and continue to fulfill the contract, but from sponsorship to execution."

It looked at the hourglass placed on the hard stone table. There was only a small part of the pile of gravel left, and it was almost over.

Giving up freedom for revenge?
Or is he holding on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that he can be like the protagonist in the book, just relying on the supreme luck, to complete his own revenge and ascend to a certain highest throne to be crowned?
Or to forget the hatred, forget the mother who has left a fuzzy face, and live a good life?

or.
The black-haired boy stood at a fork in the road, and the whole world centered on him like a spider web, shooting out rays of light like the sun, and each ray of light pierced towards an unknown destiny.

These fates are all hidden in the mist.

And the choice is in his hands right now.

He stood in the light of the wall lamp, and shadows were cast in all directions.

Saying yes, or no, is easy.

But once you choose, it's forever.

"You're running out of time."

The scarlet on the patron's mask was as thick as drops of blood, "It's time to count down."

The last grain of sand is lingering and sliding to the abyss on the other side, but when it reaches the other side, it may not be standing on the top.

The boy said: "I accept the contract."

"Hee hee hee"

Strange laughter resounded in the not-so-wide underground hut.

The patron took out a piece of parchment from the darkness, and said in a voice almost chanting: "By the name of the black ewe king who gave birth to all things, I signed a contract today, and I am willing to provide sponsorship until you avenge your mother. If you die, I am willing to execute the rest, and I will never die."

Following its words, lines of strange fonts emerged on the parchment, reminiscent of tomb inscriptions carved on ancient stone tablets.

"Come and say what you want."

Patrons beckoned.

Xia Ji stepped forward and said: "If you can help me avenge my mother, I would like to contribute my soul and be your slave forever."

He felt a tiny force reach out to his body.

Xia Ji hurriedly relaxed his mind, for fear that this power would die halfway.

Finally, the hair-like chains were attached to his soul, which was like the entire universe.

The parchment began to shine, and a strange coat of arms protruded deeply, outlining countless overlapping patterns of greedy giant mouths and vines.

After a while, the parchment burned in the flash, and finally turned into ashes of nothingness.

"Then, please wait for the good news."

With the sound of metal noises, the iron fence suddenly lifted, and the person wearing the blood-red sea monster mask on the seat had disappeared.

The young man only felt that everything was like a dream, but a certain shackle in his heart confirmed that all this was not a fake.

He is still young.

It's just that from this moment on, he has already made a choice.

Throughout his life, even if he sacrifices his soul, he must take revenge.

When walking out of the circular hut in the ground, there was a guide standing in the corridor, he was still holding the dimly shining lamp.

One after the other, the two walked out of here.

"Goodbye."

The guide said the last words, but for some reason, it gave people a strange feeling. It seemed that goodbye was not leaving, but it was an agreement that we would meet again.

"Goodbye."

The boy responded casually, and then stepped away.

After leaving the city, I wandered in the wilderness. Fortunately, this is a prosperous age, and there are no bandits and bandits.

But hunger is inevitable.

Time to find some food.

Jingle Bell.
Jingle Bell.
The crisp ringing bell passed by. It was a small caravan equipped with the most basic guards and the most streamlined manpower.

"Where to go, we can take you for a ride."

The head of the caravan stopped suddenly, straddled the tall horse puppet, and asked the unknown boy by the side of the road.

"Give me a little food and fresh water and I'll be grateful."

Xia Ji replied.

The caravan leader said indifferently: "Give it to him."

So some guards took some dry food and water and put them in front of Xia Ji.

The teenager thanked: "Thank you."

But the leader said with a smile: "Are you sure you really don't want to come with us? That adult made a special statement, let us take you as far as possible."

The boy looked up suspiciously.

The caravan leader said: "The lord said, just mention the word contract, and you will understand."

Although the boy was young, he was not stupid, so he accepted the sponsorship frankly.

The caravan arranged for him a rather spacious carriage, in the middle part, he could not feel the slightest jolt during the journey.

There is a bunk bed in the carriage, a pale yellow table and wall lamps for these papers and pens, and even some wine and goblets in the side closet. These configurations can be regarded as standard "travel relaxation models".

Xia Ji is also welcome, and he also needs drinks.

During the banquet, the words his wife's parents said were still lingering in his mind:
"Xia Ji, this villain, he abducted my daughter. Today, I would like to take this opportunity to reveal his true colors. He is just a young bastard who has no education, lost his mother since childhood, and only has an alcoholic father! He is not worthy Not my daughter!"

Immediately, the words from the last letter left by my father flashed again:
"Men from the Saber God Clan of our old Xia family can be sad and painful, but they will never be defeated and collapsed!
It's hard to live a peaceful life, so let's find out the truth. "

and finally.
In that unknown deep underground hut, under the witness of the mysterious black ewe king, the contract was signed.

He is already very tired in life, and he cannot be free even in death.

But it doesn't matter.

A surge of anger, like fire in the wilderness, burned in the young man's chest, making all his peace futile and tormented.

He lost his mother, lost his father, and now even lost his wife.

He's just a little punk who knows how to fight and has extraordinary skills, a little bastard.

Even if he went out alone, defeated all the elites of Fengxian, got injured all over his body, and won the honor of the king, so what?

In the eyes of the rich and powerful, he is still just a low-level gangster.

All his victories are nothing but fights between brats.

All he needs is a gun.

Life is so fragile.

At least I can use it to make choices.

The red wine rolls down from the rounded glass wall, setting off some waves that cannot cause waves, and then returns to silence.

The young man's heart was also quiet. He didn't understand that red wine needs to be tasted slowly, so he clumsily drank it all in one gulp.

He drank one cup after another until the world in front of him was blurred, and the bitter wine was still lingering on the tip of his tongue. He lay down on the only hardwood table in the carriage, moved his fingers twice, and opened the thick cloth curtain. Light shone in through the slit, piercing his hand.

It's twilight.

It is also the color at the end of the day.

The boy fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)