Chapter 3
Xia Zuo didn't know what Xizel was thinking at the moment.
He regretted for three seconds that he had to give up the brilliant idea of digging a tunnel, and then he began to jump towards the metal door eagerly.
The handsome, frail black-haired boy also turned around and followed curiously, but stood about two meters away from him.
"I was originally planning to leave here quietly, but since it's already such a mess outside, it's really better to just force my way in..." Xia Zuo grabbed the two metal bars with both hands, lowered his eyes, and exerted a little force -
The metal railing is deformed.
Xizel: "..."
Xia Zuo showed an expected expression at the deformed metal bars, and it was obvious that he was very skilled at it.
Xizel spoke slowly:
"Nurse?"
Xia Zuo chuckled and said, "I usually heal enemies that I accidentally injured but are not yet dead."
The teammate who had just been severely injured and treated smiled: "You are so kind."
The brown-haired boy never understood the hidden meaning in César's words. He stepped out of the cell door first, turned around and stretched out his hand, placing his palm in front of the cellmate he just met: "We have to run faster!"
He saw the black-haired boy standing there, half of his body hidden in the shadows, his beautiful blue eyes glowing slightly, and a clear smile on his face.
"My cardiopulmonary function and lower limb strength are very poor, so I can't keep up with Xia Zuo at close range." He said softly, but there was no emotion in his words.
"Then let me help you draw attention and attract fire, and you just follow me quietly," Xia Zuo comforted him. "If you're in danger, just call me and I'll come to save you!"
"Now—" His eyes sharpened, sensing someone approaching, "We must leave here!"
Xia Zuo didn't quite understand things that required intensive use of the brain. To him, he would just rush through anything he could. If he couldn't, it only meant that he wasn't strong enough. In the current situation, he could just rush through it.
Even the prison guards with guns posed little threat to him.
With the bonus of his speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person, he soon saw the prison gate. At the same time, he did not forget to look around, trying to find the trace of César, to see if he had caught up with him, ready to rescue him at any time.
“…”
Where are the people?
He's already at the door!
He was a little worried about the other party. After thinking for a few seconds, he finally came up with a brilliant idea to go back and carry the thin boy to run together. However, at this moment, one of his feet just stepped on the area belonging to the prison gate.
At the same time, the brown-haired boy's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Uh-huh—"
Caught off guard, a sharp pain spread from his heart, instantly making his limbs lose strength. He fell heavily to the ground, and even slid forward for a distance due to inertia, slamming into the metal door with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.
The pursuers behind him also arrived at the right time, with more than a dozen black guns pointed at him.
…My heart aches.
Xia Zuo forced himself to sit up, feeling dizzy and dazed as he tried to sense his situation.
He had already used a treatment on himself, but strangely, no matter how he used the treatment, the condition showed no signs of improvement.
My limbs have completely lost strength, and even moving has become a problem.
He gritted his teeth and tore open his collar. The unique and chaotic patterns made him instantly recognize the culprit that had turned him into this - some kind of curse formed by talent.
Damn it... It seems the curse only works if you get past the security room and reach the main gate. And it's likely every prisoner has it... Then what about César? I promised to help him escape...!
In the slowly dispersing dust, Xia Zuo saw a tall, thin man standing behind the guards, looking down at him. "I thought it was some amazing talent, but it turns out it's just physical enhancement."
He smiled gleefully, as if delivering a death sentence, and said, "According to the Talent Possession Act jointly issued by the Federation and the Patrol, if a prisoner with a Talent below Level D is found to have infiltrated a regular prison and uses their Talent to seriously disrupt prison discipline, the prison has the power to immediately execute the prison."
Xia Zuo gritted his teeth and stared at the other person, absolutely certain that he was the one who cast the curse. Talent would affect the personality of the person who possessed it to a certain extent. The longer the talent was awakened, the more obvious this influence would be. The dark aura that was blowing towards him was simply undeniable.
...This kind of people are often cruel and vicious. If he died here, it would be obvious what would happen to Xizel if he fell into this person's hands. They would not be soft-hearted towards ordinary people!
The premonition of being targeted and dying enveloped him.
He could keenly sense that the row of prison guards closest to him had begun to apply pressure on the triggers of their guns.
It only takes less than a second...
He will die.
Xia Zuo's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He realized that his [Priest] talent was running wildly, but he could no longer control it. He could only passively feel his strength being rapidly consumed.
The power is gathering, and new branches seem to be sprouting, but... it's too late——!
"Bang!!"
A gunshot suddenly rang out, but it was not the sound of the gun aimed at Xia Zuo.
This unexpected development stunned everyone present for a moment.
The tall and thin man who had been so arrogant just now stared in disbelief and slowly fell down.
A large amount of blood flowed out from the back of his head, forming a gurgling stream on the ground.
For a moment, the air was extremely quiet.
“…”
Xia Zuo swallowed, and a question mark slowly appeared above his head.
He reacted very quickly and looked towards the place where the gunshot came from.
With his excellent eyesight, he could clearly see a figure in a prison guard uniform standing there, very close to the man in the center, blending perfectly into the crowd. Even when he fired a shot at this time, he remained calm and composed.
Those blue eyes, one could faintly see, showed no emotion, and were hidden in the darkness under the brim of the hat, appearing extremely dim.
If he hadn't exposed himself, no one would have discovered him. He didn't even care that he might be shot to pieces by the enemy in their lair.
The brown-haired boy suddenly felt a chill on his back.
The moment the gunshot rang out, Xia Zuo felt the effect of the curse rapidly fading. Without time to think, he suddenly lunged forward, pushing aside the crowd, picked up the boy, and ran, vigorously dodging the hail of bullets behind him that had finally reacted.
"You can shoot a gun? You're really good at it!"
“…”
"Xizel, what's wrong with you? Are you hurt?" Not hearing the boy's response, he instantly became anxious and used several treatments in a row until he had no extra strength left, while at the same time distracting himself to ask about his condition.
After finally getting some distance away from the group of people and no longer being threatened by bullets, Xia Zuo's movements became more stable. Only then did he hear the young man's voice: "...Put me down."
Cesar: "I like to walk by myself, thank you."
Seeing that they couldn't catch up for a while, Xia Zuo, who didn't know that he had hit his teammate again, was willing to satisfy the wishes of the teammate who saved his life and let him go.
He originally thought that the other party would lose his balance and was ready to support him, but he found that the weak black-haired boy, although his face was pale, stood firmly and did not touch him.
Xia Zuo's eyes lit up as he repeated what he had said before: "Xizel, you can actually shoot, and you hit the target with one shot!"
Xizel was calming his breathing and raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this: "You misunderstood, I don't know how to shoot."
Xia Zuo's eyes widened: "...Huh?"
Xizel said slowly: "I just tried it out, it seems that my luck is pretty good."
The brown-haired boy asked blankly, "What if you didn't aim?"
Xizel smiled slightly: "Then the probability of death may be slightly higher."
Xia Zuo: "..."
Why does he feel that his teammate doesn't want to live at all?
"By then, Xia Zuo might not be able to save me."
The black-haired boy lowered his eyes and said slowly, "After all, we have been deprived of the ability to move. We can only wait to die."
Xia Zuo shook his head repeatedly and tried to comfort the other party: "No! I have awakened a new ability, a branch of the ability under [Priest], called Purification, which can restrain his curse. However, I am very happy that you chose to expose yourself to protect me."
He concluded with a smile: "In short, if you are willing to leave with me, I will do my best to protect you in the future, my friend."
"Really..." Xizel suddenly narrowed his sparkling blue eyes, smiled and whispered, "I'm sorry, Xia Zuo."
Feel sorry……?
Xia Zuo was stunned, and then his hair stood on end.
……here we go again.
What on earth was this palpitation? Why did Cesar say sorry?
Then he saw the bright red blood flowing down the back of the black-haired boy's white neck.
He instantly took a breath of cold air and his scalp exploded.
...How could this be?!
How could Xizel be injured? He had clearly used several treatments on him!
The cracks symbolizing the curse mark crept up the black-haired boy's fragile neck, completely covering his skin almost instantly.
Xia Zuo's eyes suddenly turned red, and his tongue curled up so tightly that he could hardly utter a word: "How could this happen - that guy is already dead, why does he still have the power of curse?! This shouldn't be..."
"It's damage sharing."
Xizel interrupted him, his tone very calm, as if he felt no pain at all: "He can make the enemy who caused him fatal injuries gradually suffer the same amount of damage, and lose 800 of his own."
Xia Zuo reacted quickly and gritted his teeth: "But now you..."
I can't bear such a serious injury!
Purification is no use. His current power is only enough to free himself from the curse, but not enough to affect others!
Xia Zuo was almost crying. Why did it happen when his healing ability was exhausted? Damn it, if he had known to preserve this ability earlier, he wouldn't be in this situation now -
"Quiet."
There wasn't a trace of helplessness in the black-haired boy's blue eyes. It seemed that he had anticipated this consequence long ago and was frighteningly calm.
Xia Zuo also felt a little relieved, and recalled the scene in his mind where the other party fired without hesitation. Perhaps Xi Zeer was not an ordinary person, but a person with talent? He should believe Xi Zeer -
The black-haired boy smiled and placed the muzzle of the gun against his temple.
He spoke slowly and calmly, "It's better to die with dignity than to be cursed to death by others."
Xia Zuo, who had just breathed a sigh of relief: "......???"
Do you really not want to live?!
The author has something to say:
César: Calm down, stay calm, save the game, I'm just teasing you.jpg
Xia Zuo: Wahhhhhhh (crying)
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