My name is Kung Pao Ding, which is a somewhat funny name.

Because I have an older sister who died young, she named me Bao Ding to bless me to grow up smoothly.

At that time, that dish was not as well-known as it is now.

When I was about fourteen years old, I became a demon hunter, and more than twenty years passed as soon as I worked in Furong River City, from Xiaogong to Gong Brother, and then to Gong Uncle.

If it weren't for this accident, I might have become Uncle Gong.

Demon hunters of the same age as me have either been sacrificed or promoted, and I am the only one who has been stuck in that realm like a waste and dare not move forward.

After all, the price of defeat is too terrible, even more terrible than death!

I've been lying here since that day when I was attacked by Mr. L, and I know I should wake up, but I can't.

I can hear voices, I can think, but I can't respond.

There are many people who have come to see me, some are sad, some are crying, some are indifferent, but there are no relatives in this.

Yes, back when I was fourteen, I was the only one left.

I'm probably going to sleep like this until my consciousness dissipates......

As a witcher, this kind of ending seems to be good.

"Wait, there are other people in the ward, but why can't anyone see that person, it's such a terrible existence, why doesn't anyone feel his presence?"

……

Wen Wen stood in front of Gong Bao Ding, and with a slight grasp of his palm, a transparent human figure drilled up from his body and stood in front of Wen Wen.

That's the soul of Kung Pao Ding.

Gong Baoding looked at his illusory body, walked around a few steps at will, confirmed his state, and looked at Wen Wen with a little relief.

"It seems that I'm dead, so you...... Is it the Grim Reaper who harvests the souls of the dead? The clothes are kind of like that, but why don't you hold a sickle. ”

He looked at Wen Wen, who was wearing a black robe, and he couldn't see his face, only two golden eyes.

"I heard that after death, the soul will appear directly in the inner world, and I thought there was no such thing as death."

Death is also a relief for him, so Kung Pao Ding is still in the mood to joke now.

"I'm not the Grim Reaper, I'm here to make a deal with you." Wen Wen maintained a cold state and said condescendingly.

"Deal, I don't do it!" Gong Baoding refused, not even thinking.

In the world of superpowers, trading with unknown beings is a very dangerous thing.

If you're lucky, you can get what you want, and if you're unlucky, you can have a variety of possibilities, but most of them are more terrible than death.

So this kind of trade is a taboo for witchers.

"Don't you listen to my conditions, you will die soon, only I can save you, and the price of letting you regain your life is to work for me."

Gong Bao Ding scoffed at this: "You think I am a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? Death is compared to being someone else's marionette, I choose death. ”

Wen Wen said with black lines on his head: "I'm not the kind of existence you think, and the job you are given is also a serious job." ”

"Heh, your tone is simply a textbook heterogeneous demagogy."

Kung Po Ding was even more disdainful, although he was dead, but at the end of his life as a witcher, he still had to maintain the pride of a witcher.

Wen Wen's eyes widened angrily, and he wanted to throw the contract in his hand on this guy's old face, why was this person so stubborn!

If it weren't for the personal favor owed to him, Wen Wen would have gone to sign a contract with a white-skinned and beautiful young lady with long legs, maybe he could get a loving hug, why bother looking for you bad old man first!

"I'll put the contract here, give you half a day to think about it, this is your last chance." Wen Wen put the contract on the bed and returned to the shelter.

He was going to wait for Uncle Gong in the shelter, and as long as he was sane, he would definitely sign that contract.

In the face of life and death, many people will choose death on the spur of the moment, but if there is enough time to think, then the result may be different.

Wen Wen was not suspicious of Uncle Gong's persistence, but because he was helping the shelter work, not only was it not a big pit, but it could be an opportunity.

When he thinks about it, he will make the right choice.

Kung Bao Ding put his hand on the contract and stroked it gently.

"Good clean contract ......" was his first feeling.

In the records of the Hunters' Society, the contracts signed by the aliens to trick humans are generally hidden terms that are not easy to find.

The back, creases, patterns, dividers, and so on can all be hiding tricks.

Once you are negligent and do not find out, when the contract takes effect, you will definitely regret it.

But this document is different, there is only clean text on it, not even a trace of superfluous content, which minimizes the risk of Kung Pao Ding.

"There is no action on the contract, so the conditions should be very harsh."

Then he began to look at the contents of the contract.

It clearly states the rights and obligations he will have to bear after joining the shelter.

And what surprised him the most was that the terms of the contract were much easier than he had imagined, and even less than the terms of the treaty when he joined the Hunters' Guild.

"At the cost of saving my life, just to make me sign such a contract, what kind of place is this so-called catastrophic shelter?"

Gong Bao Ding hesitated for a long time, but finally cut his finger and wrote his name in blood on the contract.

If it was possible not to die, he still didn't want to die, and the contents of the contract were completely acceptable to him, so he planned to take a gamble, hoping that it was not a scam.

At the same time, on the hospital bed, a small wound was also broken on the fingers of his body, and blood flowed down.

……

Wen Wen, who was inside the containment center, studied the rune further, laughed.

Kung Po Ding has finally signed that contract, and he will also welcome his first inmate.

At the moment when the contract was signed, Palazzo Guard's soul disappeared at the same time as the contract, and appeared in the shelter together.

"This is the Calamity Asylum."

In an instant, he came to another place, and Gong Baoding couldn't take his eyes off it, everything here was very new.

He knew he was in a terrible place.

After reading the contract, Wen Wen nodded with satisfaction, and then the contract slowly disappeared into his hand.

"Welcome, new containment."

Wen Wen grabbed Gong Bao Ding's shoulder, and with a burst of black gas, the figures of the two disappeared and appeared in the center of the disaster area.

"Welcome, 72581st Scourge Container, Mr. Kung Pao Ding." The man in the metal suit said kindly to Gong Baoding.

"Give him what is due to him." Wen Wen looked at the attitude of the man in the metal suit, and said with some taste.

Its attitude towards Kung Bao Ding was much better than that of Wen Wen, because Kung Bao Ding looked very much like the previous containment officers, giving it a warm feeling.

And Wen Wen ...... It's not like a good person!

Even artificial intelligence has its own likes and dislikes.