Chapter 151 The Boy in the Sewer
If you want to find the most cyberpunk place on earth.
Probably the only one besides Hongkong is Fuso.
As night falls, a large number of neon lights decorate the night sky, and a faint smoke fills the air.
The entire city of Kyoto is filled with a psychedelic feeling unique to cyberpunk.
In a country where the population is aging more and more, and young people are marrying inflatable dolls, the polarization of cyberpunk has already begun.
People in the upper class can stay high and enjoy all the top-notch services in Fuso.
As for the people at the bottom?
Some of them don't even have a place to live, and they can only live like rats in the sewers.
The most common place for some of them to appear is in dark and damp alleys.
Because only here there is no bullying and no fight for survival.
And in such an alley, a strong figure leaned weakly against the cold wall.
There were two famous swords, one long and one short, hanging on the waist of that figure.
However, both his famous sword and his body were like burnt charcoal, covered with dark red cracks.
Hot blood flowed out continuously, and soon a steaming pool of blood formed under him.
"Ahem...are you worthy of being a god?"
"Just a willpower almost shattered my body."
In the dark and damp alley, Miyamoto Chuan said weakly to himself.
Gale Swordsman is online!
When he goes online, he has residual health and is even on the verge of death!
The main reason why Qin Ran chose to appear here was because he discovered something interesting.
"If we can make good use of it, the plan can go smoothly."
"Everything depends on whether this little guy chosen by God has the kind of virtue I expect in his heart."
Qin Ran chuckled in his heart, and then the breath of life became weaker and weaker.
Even though he was as strong as Miyamoto River, he fainted in this dark alley under the power of Amaterasu.
"Brother, that person is not moving."
"Should we...save him?"
"If the bleeding continues, he may die here."
Just after Miyamoto Chuan completely lost consciousness, the manhole cover of the sewer was carefully pushed open by a pair of small hands.
A little girl with a ponytail looked at Miyamoto River timidly and distressedly with dark eyes.
"no!"
"He...he will cause us trouble!"
"Now those people are looking for us everywhere, so we can only be safe if we hide here."
"But if this person brings us trouble, the entire Kyoto will not be able to tolerate us at all."
"The two of us are penniless and there is no way we can escape the pursuit of those people."
Just as the little girl finished speaking, a cold male voice suddenly sounded.
Although the voice pretended to be indifferent, the childishness in it could not be concealed.
Even besides being childish, there was also a bit of hesitation and hesitation in his voice.
"But brother...he doesn't seem to be those people."
"Those people either wore suits or had various tattoos on their bodies."
"This... uncle?"
"This uncle seems to be a samurai!"
Although her brother scolded her, the little girl didn't have any fear. On the contrary, she became a little bolder.
In Rouzi's heart, the place where her brother is is the safest place.
No matter what happens, my brother will protect himself.
Even if it was an organization that resold children and organs, didn't my brother escape with him?
"warrior……"
"There are no warriors, they are all a bunch of liars."
"Rouzi, come back quickly. Just hide here. I'll deal with that person."
The boy's tone was still strong, and he pulled Rouzi into the sewer without any doubt.
Rouzi smiled sweetly and returned to the sewer obediently.
After a while, a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old climbed over cautiously.
Under the cover of night, the young man quietly came to Miyamoto River and muttered to himself dissatisfied:
"That means Rouzi saw it, otherwise I wouldn't care about you."
"What a troublesome guy..."
"Nani?"
"How did this guy get so seriously injured?"
The young man's muttering did not last long. After seeing Miyamoto Chuan's injuries, the young face was already full of horror.
"Did he escape from the crematorium?"
Looking at Miyamoto Chuan, who was charred all over, with cracks in his flesh and blood, the young man couldn't help but take a breath.
What happened to me to have such scars.
And...he's still not dead?
After being shocked for a while, the young man finally came to his senses and his tone became much softer unconsciously:
"Okay, this samurai uncle."
"I don't know who you are, but it's obvious that you won't survive."
"Although I'm not a good person, now that I've seen you, I won't let you die in the wilderness."
The young man looked back at the sewer, lowered his voice and said:
"Rouzi, I'll take Uncle Samurai to the door of the hospital."
"You must be careful yourself and don't make any noise until I come back."
"I know, brother."
Rouzi's voice sounded softly.
The young man nodded slightly and used his somewhat thin body to carry Miyamoto Chuan on his back with difficulty.
"Hiss...it's so hot!"
"Isn't this the temperature of hot water?"
As soon as he carried Miyamoto River on his back, the boy felt a wave of heat coming over him, and his whole body was in severe pain.
However, thinking of his promise to let his uncle rest in peace, the young man gritted his teeth, endured the pain and walked towards the park not far away.
He lied to his sister.
There was no hospital nearby, and it was impossible for the uncle to survive with such an injury.
But he didn't want Rouzi to know about life and death.
Such deception is the best option.
Tap tap tap...
Stumbling in the foul-smelling ditch, the young man clenched his teeth and gradually disappeared into the night.
The blood belonging to the extraordinary was dripping all the way.
Half an hour later, in a nearby abandoned park, the boy was sitting on his knees on the ground, using a sharp stone to dig at the grass.
A hole the size of one person was gradually dug out by the young man.
It wasn't until the young man was completely exhausted that a grave large enough to bury someone was dug out.
"Phew...it's finally okay."
"Uncle is no longer angry... Then let's return to dust here and return to dust."
"Although I don't know who you are or what you have been through, I still want to say it."
"Goodbye, uncle."
With a serious look on his face, the young man buried the Miyamoto River in a deep pit and leveled the soil.
After all this was done, the young man bowed and quickly prepared to leave.
But before the young man could take a few steps, a teasing figure made him feel cold all over:
"Boy, I got you."