My name is Gong Baoding, which is a somewhat funny name.

Because I had a sister who died young, I was named Baoding 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. More than twenty years have passed since I started working in Furonghe City. From Xiaogong to Gongge, I became Gongshu.

If it hadn't been for this accident, I might have become an uncle.

Demon hunters who are similar in age to me have either died or been promoted, but I am the only one who is like a waste, stuck in that realm and not daring to move forward.

After all, the price of failure is too terrifying, even more terrifying than death!

I have been lying here since the day I was attacked by Mr. L. I know I should wake up, but I can't.

I can hear sounds and think, but I can't respond.

Many people have come to see me, some sad, some crying, some indifferent, but there are no relatives of mine among them.

Yes, as early as when I was fourteen years old, I was the only one left.

I will probably continue to sleep like this until my consciousness dissipates...

As a demon hunter, this ending seems pretty good.

"Wait a minute, there are other people in the ward, but why can't anyone see that person? He is such a terrifying existence, why can't anyone feel his presence?"

…

Wen Wen stood in front of Gong Baoding, and with a gentle grasp of his hand, a transparent human figure emerged from his body and stood in front of Wen Wen.

That is Kung Baoding's soul.

Gong Baoding looked at his illusory body, took a few casual steps, confirmed his condition, and looked at Wen Wen with a slight relief.

"It seems that I am dead, then you...are the god of death who harvests the souls of the dead? The clothes look like that, but why aren't you holding a sickle?"

He looked at Wen Wen, who was wearing a black robe, could not see his face, and could only see two golden eyes.

"I heard that after death, the soul will appear directly in the other world. I thought there was no such thing as the God of Death."

Death is also a relief for him, so Gong Baoding is still in the mood to joke.

"I'm not the God of Death. I'm here to make a deal with you." Wen Wen maintained aloofness and said condescendingly.

"I won't do the deal!" Gong Baoding refused without even thinking.

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

If you are lucky, you can get what you want. If you are unlucky, there are many possibilities, but most of them are scarier than death.

So this kind of transaction is taboo for witchers.

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

Gong Baoding sneered at this: "Do you think I am greedy for life and afraid of death? Compared with becoming someone else's marionette, I choose death."

Wen Wen said with black lines on his head: "I am not the kind of existence you think, and the job I gave you is a serious job."

"Heh, your tone of voice is simply a textbook example of bewitching aliens."

Gong Baoding was even more disdainful. Although he was dead, he still wanted to maintain the pride of a demon hunter until the end of his life as a demon hunter.

Wen Wen's eyes widened angrily, and he wanted to throw the contract in his hand onto this guy's face. Why is this guy so stubborn!

If Wen Wen hadn't owed him a personal favor, Wen Wen would have gone to sign a contract with a fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged young lady, and maybe he could get a loving hug in exchange for it. Why go to a bad old man like you first!

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

He will wait for Uncle Gong in the shelter. As long as he is sane, he will definitely sign the contract.

When faced with life and death, many people will choose death on impulse, but if they have enough time to think about it, the result may be different.

Wen Wen is not doubting Uncle Gong's persistence, but because working in the shelter is not a big trap, but may actually be an opportunity.

When he thinks carefully, he will make the right choice.

Gong Baoding put his hand on the contract and stroked it gently.

"What a clean contract..." This was his first feeling.

In the records of the Hunter Association, contracts signed by aliens deceiving humans usually contain hidden clauses that are difficult to discover.

The back, creases, patterns, dividers, etc. may all contain deceptive tricks.

Once you neglect and fail to discover it, you will definitely regret it when the contract comes into effect.

But this document is different. There are only clean words on it, not even a trace of redundant content. This minimizes the risk of Kung Pao Ding.

"There is no manipulation in the contract, so the conditions should be very harsh."

Then, he began to read the contents of the contract.

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

What surprised him the most was that the conditions of the contract were much easier than he had imagined, and were even much less stringent than the treaty when he joined the Hunter Association.

"In exchange for saving my life, just to make me sign such a contract, what kind of place is this so-called disaster shelter?"

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

If it was possible to survive, he still didn't want to die. He could completely accept the contents of the contract, so he planned to take a gamble and hoped that this was not a scam.

At the same time, on the hospital bed, a small wound was opened on the finger of his body, and blood was flowing down.

…

Wen Wen, who was further studying the rune in the shelter, laughed.

Gong Baoding finally signed the contract, and he will also welcome his first intern.

The moment the contract was signed, Gong Baoding's soul and the contract disappeared at the same time, appearing together in the asylum.

"This is the disaster shelter."

In an instant, he came to another place. Gong Baoding couldn't take his eyes away. Everything here was very novel.

He knew that he had come to an incredible place.

After reading the contract, Wen Wen nodded with satisfaction, and then the contract slowly disappeared in his hands.

"Welcome, new containment officer."

Wen Wen held Gong Baoding's shoulders, and with a burst of black energy, the two figures disappeared and appeared in the center of the disaster area.

"Welcome, the 72581st disaster containment officer, Mr. Gong Baoding." The man in the metal suit said kindly to Gong Baoding.

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

Its attitude towards Kung Baoding is much better than that towards Wen Wen, because Kung Baoding looks very much like the former shelters, giving it a warm feeling.

And Wen Wen... doesn't look like a good person!
Chapter completed!