Yu Sheng returned home a bit wearily and sat on the sofa with a pensive look on his face.
He already had a hunch in his heart, but this hunch was so subversive that he dared not confirm it for a while.
If that dragon-striped rod represented his awakened object after hatching, and there were many similar things in the scroll in his mind, did it prove from another aspect that he had the chance to awaken multiple times?
Since the recovery of spiritual energy, only two people could be found to have awakened multiple times in the past hundred years.
Moreover, both of them had common characteristics, and their awakened objects were quite ordinary.
The first person hatched a sickle and a keyboard respectively.
The second person had a squirrel and a pair of scissors.
Even though dual awakenings were rare and the Ink Pavilion had also poured resources into cultivating them, there was still no significant result in the end.
The resources consumed were too large, and with mediocre awakened objects, the effect was not great.
But his was different. That dragon-striped rod looked really cool. If his guess was true, his future path might be much easier.
By this time, it had gradually gotten dark. Looking at the starlight outside the window, Yu Sheng was distracted for a while.
He, who had always been resolute, finally seemed a bit weak at this moment. His straight back also bent a little, as if he was carrying something on his back.
But this posture only lasted for a few seconds. Yu Sheng's expression changed slightly. He suddenly held his breath and leaned back a little, perfectly hiding himself in the darkness.
Even though the room didn't look too dark in the moonlight, it was still impossible to see where he was or that there was a person there.
For a while, the room was in absolute silence.
Seconds ticked by.
Suddenly, there was a faint noise at the door. The doorknob was gently twisted, and a crack opened.
In the moonlight, a young figure slipped in quietly and closed the door again, then just stood still against the wall.
Another half minute passed, and a team from the Guard Department ran past the window, vigilantly observing the surroundings as if looking for something, and finally disappeared into the distance.
The person at the door finally let out a long sigh of relief, and his body suddenly relaxed. He sat on the floor, coughing softly.
It seemed that he didn't notice Yu Sheng. After resting for a moment, he managed to get up. Looking around in the moonlight and finding no one, he then walked to the sofa and sat down to deal with the hideous wound on his chest.
The wound was deep, probably a knife wound, and the flesh was even a bit torn.
The young man frowned slightly and looked up, as if surveying something.
"The medicinal liquor is on the second shelf in front."
Suddenly, Yu Sheng's calm voice came from behind this person.
His body tensed up immediately. Just as he was about to get up, a dagger was already pressed against his neck. And it wasn't a tentative threat. With a little more force, it directly pierced the flesh.
Half a centimeter of the whole dagger was stuck in.
"Better not move."
"The dagger is very close to your carotid artery. A little more force and you'll die."
"Cleaning the floor is a hassle."
Yu Sheng said with a frown, as if recalling some unpleasant scenes.
The young man's body froze in place, motionless, and he said in a low voice, "I only came for the medicine, not to harm anyone."
"Oh, the medicinal liquor is on the second shelf in front."
Yu Sheng repeated seriously.
...
The young man was silent again, maintaining his original posture.
The two of them were stuck in a stalemate again. The blood from the young man's neck dripped onto the floor along the blade, and the sound of "tick, tick" could be heard from time to time in the dark room.
"Why don't you go get the medicine?"
"Your wound is serious."
Yu Sheng kindly reminded him.
The young man's face had gradually turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and his body was shaking slightly. But because of the dagger at his neck, he couldn't make any moves.
He saw the medicine, and the bandages too. He wanted to get them, but the key problem was...
You should take the knife away first.
"I feel my wound is much better. I don't need the medicine."
The young man said slowly, "Are you going to kill me?"
Yu Sheng shook his head seriously: "Killing outside Sin City is illegal."
Hearing Yu Sheng's words, the young man let out a sigh of relief, and his tensed muscles relaxed a little: "The mountains are high and the roads are long. I owe you a life. I'll repay this favor."
But Yu Sheng still had no intention of moving the dagger. Instead, after pausing for a few seconds, he asked, "Since you owe me a life, can you commit suicide?"
...
The young man, who had always been quite calm, was a bit shocked at this moment, as if digesting Yu Sheng's strange way of thinking.
This was the first time he had encountered such a statement.
"I'm a killer. I can kill someone for you for free. Is that okay?"
The young man tried to bargain again.
Yu Sheng nodded: "Okay, please kill yourself for me."
So matter-of-fact, so smooth.
The young man was on the verge of a breakdown, looking pained, both physically and mentally.
"We have no grudges. Why do you insist on me dying?"
He finally asked the question that had been on his mind for a while.
He couldn't hold it in any longer.
Yu Sheng was a bit puzzled: "Because you sneaked into my room at night and dirtied my floor."
"If this were in Sin City, you would have been dead as soon as you entered."
...
"Sin City..."
"Are you from Sin City?"
The young man reacted and got excited, but soon he said again: "Impossible. Sin City only has one quota to get out of guilt each year. You're so young. You couldn't have grabbed it."
"Forget it. There's no need to argue about this."
"I give up. Do what you want."
With that, the young man closed his eyes resignedly, recalling his life as all dying people do.
But...
When he had recalled it for the fifth time, the dagger at his neck still hadn't fallen.
"Why don't you do it?"
The young man couldn't help but ask again.
Yu Sheng looked at him like he was an idiot: "Killing outside Sin City is illegal."
"Then let me go!"
The young man became irritable and anxious.
Yu Sheng shook his head: "No."
"That's illegal detention. It's also illegal!"
"According to the Ink Pavilion Criminal Law, it's punishable by three years in prison. For serious cases, it's 5 to 8 years in prison!"
The young man had a sudden inspiration. At this moment, he suddenly understood something and spoke quickly, explaining the professional knowledge.
Yu Sheng seemed to be thinking: "How old are you?"
"I'm seventeen. According to the Ink Pavilion Law, I'm still a minor. If you illegally detain me, the punishment will be even more severe!"
The young man seemed to have found the password to survival, becoming more and more organized, giving a law popularization class on the spot.
"Seventeen?"
"That means you haven't awakened yet..."
Yu Sheng slowly put down the dagger and grinned at the young man, showing a friendly smile: "You can go now. Goodbye."
With that, he waved kindly.