Chapter 8: No One Owes Themselves

"Drown you! Drown you Goth spy!"

The cripple was like a madman. If Liu Ende had not been lying on the shield with his left hand tightly clasped on the belt of the shield, he would not have sunk. But even so, Liu Ende was constantly drowned in the indescribable river water. He really drank a lot. Andrew held him tightly like a drowning dog covered in armor. While drinking the water himself, he did not forget to suffer with Liu Ende.

"That's enough! You damn cripple!"

After being trapped in the water for so long, Liu Ende finally couldn't stand it anymore. He roared and pulled out the sword! With a weapon in his hand, his momentum was immediately raised, and with a weapon, he had courage. Liu Ende didn't say anything and directly swung the sword on his shoulder, which really proved that thousands of words are not as real as direct actions. Andrew was calm now. This stubborn guy with no brains, I really can't imagine whether his brain is not working well after being a ghost for so long! Fortunately, this guy is a master who knows the goods. After all, he still knows that the thing in Liu Ende's hand is not easy to mess with. Now he is honest and holds his precious legion flag and refuses to let go for a moment.

"Listen here, you damn cripple!"

Liu Ende put the sword on his shoulder fiercely, and the blade sank into the skin of his neck. If he continued to act like he did just now, he could not guarantee how much damage this not-so-sharp blade could cause to the cripple, or whether it would directly kill him. Liu Ende was a little curious. You said that when a person dies, he kicks his legs. When a ghost dies, what is it like? Liu Ende didn't know, and neither did the living people. At this moment, he had the urge to try it. Liu Ende quickly suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart. The two of them floated on the water, following the turbulent water all the way down and soon came to the intersection of a river. Suddenly, the direction of the river suddenly shifted to the right. "Bang!" Liu Ende felt that he had hit something hard and felt dizzy. He finally came to his senses and looked closely. Huh? Where is this cripple named Andrew? The place where the sword blade pointed in front of him was empty.

"Is it possible that this guy let go and sank with his precious flagpole?"

Feeling relieved after finally getting rid of this burden, Liu Ende breathed a sigh of relief. As he was speaking, he turned his head and saw a tree as thick as a coffin rushing towards him along the river at an astonishing speed.

"Shit, this is bad!"

Seeing the huge piece of wood getting closer and closer along the river, Liu Ende panicked. He hurriedly used the sword in his right hand as a paddle to try to speed up his drifting or change his direction. However, facing this wide and fast river, he was like a powerless leaf floating on the water, with no room for autonomy on the river. Seeing the huge piece of wood getting closer and closer, a feeling of despair arose in his heart.

I never expected that after escaping from the mouth of a wild dog and saving a cripple, the cripple is now missing (with such a metal chain mail, even a good swimmer would sink into the river and be unable to get out), and I don’t know where he died. If this piece of wood hits me now, Liu Ende will almost die with that stinky cripple.

"Liu Ende, Liu Ende, it's a pity that you were not blessed by God as a human being. You will feel uncomfortable as a ghost!"

He smiled bitterly, but it didn't matter, they were all ghosts, they were all people who had died once, he thought, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and waited quietly for the wood to smash his head. Now Liu Ende's mind was full of thoughts about what the next level of hell would be like, and he didn't know if he could be reincarnated. It must be that being mediocre was an equal sin, otherwise he wouldn't go to hell.

Thinking of this, Liu Ende suddenly felt his shoulders being lifted up. Such a huge force soon lifted up Liu Ende's upper body and hung in the air. He opened his eyes and saw the wood just passed by him. A crisis was just passed. Liu Ende couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was safe. He turned around and wanted to see who saved him so that he could thank him. He never thought that when he turned around, he saw the cripple Andrew's miserable appearance. The gratitude in his heart was thrown out of the window. What was left was vigilance. He thought that this guy would not have any crooked intentions. He was afraid that this guy would be determined to die, like the stubborn people in those martial arts novels, and he would not give up until he died in his hands. Andrew didn't say anything, but put Liu Ende on the wood. Because the wound on his abdomen had not been treated, Liu Ende sat up with great effort, and set off: I didn't expect this guy to find a driftwood by himself. Now he is sitting face to face with me at both ends of the driftwood. He tightly grasped the legion flag decorated with gold. I don't know if he really likes this flag or just wants to covet the gold on it. Liu Ende held a shield and an iron sword. The two looked at each other, without saying a word, and looked at each other alertly:.

There are more and more driftwood around, and it seems that they all drifted down from upstream. It seems that these driftwoods will be collected somewhere downstream, but not here.

"Hey, I say."

Liu Ende tried to break the silence until Andrew blinked, as if to show Liu Ende that he was listening, so there was nothing to be restrained about. Liu Ende cleared his throat and continued, "Well, I still have to thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I might have..."

"You don't have to thank me," Andrew rejected Liu Ende's thanks directly, saying, "I think the physical and mental energy you spent saving me from the wild dog's mouth is much less than that. But one life for another, we are even."

Damn, I was expecting to repay the favor of saving my life so easily. Liu Ende couldn't understand the actions of this Roman devil. Liu Ende shrugged helplessly. Forget it. Whatever this guy said, he would do it. After all, in his opinion, all the debts had been repaid. He sheathed the sword again. After a period of soaking in water, he came out of the water and let the cold wind blow on the river. Liu Ende couldn't help trembling all over. His head was dizzy. The pain in his stomach didn't subside at all. Dark red blood was flowing out of the gap in the chain mail sealed by the cloth strips. The pain that could make people cramp and the discomfort of the head exploding tortured me. I was in so much pain that I wanted to die. Liu Ende even blamed Andrew for saving him. It was more comfortable to give him a quick death than to let him sit on this wood and suffer. But the more he thought about it, the more Liu Ende's head hurt. He stretched out his hand with difficulty to touch his forehead. It was so hot that he felt like he could boil an egg. Maybe the wound was infected. Looking at the driftwood just floating down the river, the river seemed to have no end. It was not surprising, because the Forgetful River had no end. However, he didn't know how long he could hold on. This was also an experience for him. He knew that being a ghost in the underworld would also be painful and worse than death.

"Hey, how are you?"

Andrew on the opposite side saw his discomfort, and he looked a little worried. He asked, but Liu Ende didn't answer. He was already seeing stars in front of his eyes, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. How could he speak? Gradually, Liu Ende could no longer support his body, and was about to fall sideways. The last thing he saw was Andrew's right hand. I hope he supported Liu Ende, otherwise Liu Ende would really have to make friends with the water ghost in the river.

(End of this chapter)