Ch. 5 - The Life of the World's No. 1 Assassin

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, he even ignored his wounds, and walked towards the door.He didn't know why, but he felt that this seemingly ordinary house was more terrifying than the prison with a security guard.

Even in this situation, the young man still maintained his caution. He pushed the door open and looked around carefully. After confirming that there was no one from the security guard there, he walked out.

He escaped.

This was the most real feedback in the young man's mind.

But just as his foot stepped out of the door, he felt as if a hand grabbed his collar and dragged him back roughly.

The owner of the palm was very strong. If he hadn't been injured, he might have struggled a bit.

But now...

The young man returned to the room and looked at Yu Sheng with a somewhat different attitude with some confusion in his eyes.

Yu Sheng casually closed the door and still had that calm expression: "I didn't restrict your freedom, so... this shouldn't count as illegal detention."

"At least you left this room."

"Hmm, that's it."

Finally, Yu Sheng nodded to prove that what he said was indeed reasonable.

...

The young man couldn't remember how many times he had collapsed in half an hour.

Yu Sheng's childish face was like a devil in his eyes.

"Sit down."

"Your injury is serious. It's best not to move around. Also, remember to help me clean up the blood on the floor."

"Otherwise I will be unhappy."

Yu Sheng said a few words and then put away the medicine in the cabinet. He sat on a chair next to him and fell into that dazed state again.

As the young man stood still, a little dazed, he didn't know whether he should rest for a while or clean the room.

"It seems that it's not an illusion."

Yu Sheng sat on the chair and was a little absent-minded. Every time the young man's mood collapsed, there were wisps of gray energy rising up and entering the scroll in his mind.

The dragon-patterned stick in the scroll looked more solid than before.

Although the progress was slow, it was effective.

In other words, this energy comes from other people's emotions and these emotions have to be caused by him?

Yu Sheng vaguely understood something and looked at the young man with bright eyes.

The young man who was dragging his injured body to clean the room felt a chill on his back, like a thorn prickling him.

What made it unacceptable was that his wound on his chest was still bleeding. He wiped away some blood every time, but more blood dripped onto the floor, endlessly.

Seeing that the young man's breathing became heavier and heavier and started to look shaky, Yu Sheng stepped forward two steps considerately and said, "Your injury is serious. If you have any more violent movements, you will die."

In the young man's doubtful eyes, Yu Sheng went to the bathroom and took out a piece of soap and handed it to the young man and said, "Sulphur soap is more convenient for cleaning blood. This way, you can rest earlier."

The young man took the sulfur soap blankly, without any joy or sorrow in his heart. He knelt on the floor numbly and wiped the floor.

Yu Sheng saw that there was less and less gray gas coming out of the young man's head until it disappeared. He was stunned for a moment and immediately got up and came to the young man again.

"I thought about it. Sulfur soap hurts your hands."

He snatched back the sulfur soap and saw that there was more gray gas coming out of the young man's head. Yu Sheng sat back in his chair, satisfied.

"I agree!"

The young man seemed to have made an important decision, he took a deep breath and stood up. He looked at Yu Sheng seriously and said,

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Yu Sheng looked at him blankly with a puzzled expression.

"Anyways, I'm going to die. Do you know what that means?"

"Can you stop interrupting me?"

"Huh??"

The young man burst into anger and glared at Yu Sheng!

Because he tried too hard, his wound burst open again, his injury worsened. He fell to the ground in pain, clutching his chest. He wanted to let out a scream, but he maintained his dignity as an assassin and endured it.

"What does death mean?"

"I don't understand."

Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds and shook his head, "Next time I kill someone, I will ask them first."