Chapter 156 - Chapter 156: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_3 (1/2)
Chapter 156: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_3
Translator: 549690339
A cry came through the rain, although it was drowned out by the gunfire, Noland heard the incredibly weak voice.
“Guards! Guards! Yes, you! The one standing on the rooftop lost in thought!
Quickly, save me! I can’t hold on any longer!”
Noland felt surprised that there were still living people nearby.
This was really strange. He had always been using “Tracking the Living” and actively avoiding soldiers and civilians who were alive, so how could he be discovered by someone?
Noland looked towards the direction of the voice, and the corner of his mouth, hidden beneath his mask and hood, twitched slightly.
It was actually Yog, the man who controlled the walking dead…
This guy was slumped on the ground, his arms bleeding profusely, severely injured.
His face was as pale as yellow wax paper, cheeks sunken in, skin and bones, and the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy.
Most importantly, his life force was incredibly thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him to his sudden death.
Under the magic vision of “Tracking the Living,” Yog’s appearance outline had already become close to transparent.
Furthermore, he was at the limit of “Tracking the Living” vision, which was why Noland hadn’t detected the man covered in death energy in time.
Considering that the other party was using death-type magic with good intentions, Noland decided to follow his own code of conduct.
Let the righteous receive a rightful end, and the wicked be punished. Noland hopped and ran on the rooftop, speeding up until he was about ten meters away from Yog.
He raised his hand and fired ten shots in succession, using bullets to sweep and lure the dark wrathful spirits surrounding Yog away, and then blew them up one by one.
In less than half a minute, Noland successfully rescued the pale man guarded by a few walking dead.
“Thank you.. huff huff.. I was almost done for, these strange undead are really tough. I barely managed to shake off the imperial soldiers, but I got caught in this alley by these damn undead.”
Yog gasped, giving a thumbs up to the guard who blew up their enemies.
Just as he was about to praise the other party’s marksmanship, he saw the gun aimed at his walking dead.
Yog hurriedly stood up from the ground and waved his arms, yelling:
“No, no, no, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, these walking dead…um…these soldiers are just helping, they’re just sick, so that’s why they appear kind of strange.”
Noland deliberately aimed his gun at the walking dead to maintain the appearance of a guard who had never met Yog before.
Seeing that the guard didn’t shoot, but aimed the gun at him instead, Yog’s expression suddenly turned mournful:
“Don’t shoot, don’t hurt me…l just wanted to help…l’m sorry, I Imow this is against the rules, but I really just wanted to help. All of my comrades died on the battlefield, right in front of me, and I couldn’t do anything…”
Tears streamed from the corner of Yogs eyes, his hands covering his face, as he knelt down on the ground:
“Don’t kill me…whimper…l just wanted to help… I have a serious illness, even
Division Intelligence Unit Three can’t cure me, my hands won’t stop trembling, I can’t even hold a gun, and I can’t stand the sunlight. This is the only way I can help you… Don’t kill me, please stop chasing me…l’m a good person, I’m not a Death Notice Spy.”
Noland sighed silently, reaching into his backpack and tossing over a few elixirs, then leaped off, his body passing through the curtain of rain and quickly leaving the scene.
Yog wept for a while before finally noticing the elixirs that had rolled to his feet.
“Hemostatic and Life Elixirs! Thank you! Thank you! I really needed these!”
Yog grabbed the bottles and looked up towards the rooftop, but the guard was nowhere to be seen.