Chapter 8, Ice Blood Demon Eye

Beneath the night sky, no one would notice the changes occurring within a trash can. The little beggar's right hand had been mangled and bloodied by chains, yet those chains seemed to continue winding endlessly around him. His artery had been severed, and blood spilled forth. His blood flowed along the ever-moving chains, as if drawn by some mysterious force, beginning to gather in the hollow at the center of the black sword hilt.

Not painful

A thin line separates, and an eye appears above the hilt of the sword

And he also saw ... ...

If you cannot detect hostility in the tone, then if that brings you peace, you would have long since become a cold corpse in the alley

"Was it you who awakened me? Human."

Yet in those hands that no longer felt anything, there cradled a swaddled infant. The little beggar turned his back, using his own back to shield against the merciless blizzard, creating a small haven for the baby girl.

Within the garbage bin under the blizzard, a heart-wrenching scream emerged. The sound came from the little beggar, who, even in the depths of an absolutely unfavorable environment, would never utter a cry of despair, but now could no longer endure the pain.

Humanity, perhaps in this current state, we find it somewhat difficult to communicate. I will make a slight adjustment based on your physique

When the little beggar was thrown out of the trash can, the swaddled infant in his arms fell to the ground due to his weakness. The swaddle landed on the snow, and the jolt startled the little girl awake! Cold, hungry, and suffering from a high fever, the baby girl was left all alone in the snow, unable to feel anyone's warmth, and immediately began to cry.

The eye formed from blood emitted an evil and terrifying glow, and under its gaze, the little beggar found himself momentarily unable to think. On the chain, red liquid dripped drop by drop, yet unlike the surrounding blood foam, it had not frozen. Looking at his own wrist, he realized that the blood had also ceased to flow.

Seeing the black longsword in my hand, along with the skeletal design at the hilt, and those blood-red... eyes

The little beggar's gaze became somewhat calmer. He returned to that state of coolness akin to a sewer rat desperately seeking survival, vigilantly watching the sword in his hand, that eye.

The tone does not convey hostility, so one should be able to feel at ease.

The little beggar held the dagger, feeling a slight sense of reassurance. He lowered his head and glanced once more at the infant girl in his arms

He tasted it, and his parched mouth began to secrete saliva once more

Yet his left hand remained tightly clasped around the swaddled infant, never letting go

Wow...!

His hearing has been restored, and the howling wind rages loudly in his ears

Not looking good, her high fever persists without subsiding. Her breathing is also becoming increasingly faint

In a state of fear and vigilance, the little beggar suddenly turned around and glanced at the swaddled bundle in his arms. He noticed that his left hand was cold, devoid of color, and lacking any sensation. Yet, the infant girl in the swaddle continued to emit soft breaths

The weak sound of crying was almost faint enough to disappear. The little beggar, who had also fallen to the ground, heard the crying coming from nearby in his dazed state. He struggled to rise, gritting his teeth, and with his eyes already beginning to blur, he surveyed his surroundings. In that hazy world, he vaguely saw a swaddled figure on the snow, and he immediately dragged his body over with his right arm still bound by iron chains.

No, the last thing a sewer rat would choose is death

Human, you are close to death. And now, only I can save you

The cries of the infant girl gradually faded away. She closed her eyes once more and fell into a deep sleep. On her small face, besides the flush of a high fever, there seemed to be a hint of tranquility added as well

I give you an opportunity to take the initiative to grasp me. Now, I am right in front of you; if you are willing to extend your hand, I can save you. If you are unwilling, then perish here. Then, I will continue to wait for the next person to awaken me.

The little beggar loosened his grip, wanting to throw away the sword. However, no matter how hard he tried to let go, his fingers remained tightly clenched around the hilt. It seemed as if his right arm was no longer under his control.

He smelled the scent of blood mingled with the cold air of the snow

The little beggar remained vigilant; he was not only on guard but also attempting to regain control of his right hand. He calmed himself and gradually extended his senses towards the half of his right arm that was under control

... ...

Vision has vanished. The howling sound of the blizzard in my ears seems to have disappeared as well. There is no scent of snow in my nose, my lips are parched, and I cannot speak. I feel no cold on my skin, and I cannot even tell whether I am sitting or lying down. The time of death for the little beggar has come; now, it is his last chance

In an instant, the little beggar's right arm obeyed the command. The first thing he did was to throw away the sword in his hand, then he pushed open the lid of the trash can and jumped out

The voices in my mind quieted down, and then the black long sword began to slowly shorten. It gradually transformed from a sword longer than that of a small beggar into the size of a dagger. However, the black blade and the skeletal blood-red eyes showed no signs of change.

However, he forgot. He forgot that he had already lost too much blood, and even more so, he forgot that his body had already formed a layer of frost due to the extremely low temperature. At the moment he overturned the trash can, his body fell heavily onto the snow outside

Wow ... ... ! Wow ... ... ! Uh ... ... Uh ... ... Gu ... ...

death

Hmph, very interesting. As expected, my intuition was correct. Although you are still a child, it does not matter, you will grow up

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably act this way. However, the little beggar would not. In his ten years of wandering, he has witnessed too many heartless acts. If someone smiles at you, it means they are about to stab you in the back; if someone treats you well, it means they intend to use you for something dangerous

The saw continues to pull.

Both hands have completely frozen. The onslaught of the blizzard shows no sign of stopping for even a moment. The little beggar's consciousness is hazy, and finally, his vision is covered by snow, rendering him unable to see anything anymore

... ...

The movement of the chains has ceased. They remain entwined around the little beggar's arms, the sharp blades piercing into his bones, merging with the little beggar. The sword's sheath gradually disappears, revealing a pitch-black long sword within. Subsequently, the hollow that has gathered the little beggar's blood slowly solidifies, and from the center of the blood hollow, a fine line is drawn. ... Following that ... subsequently, the hollow that has gathered the little beggar's blood slowly solidifies, and from the center of the blood hollow, a fine line is drawn. ... Following that ...

The chains still tightly bound his right arm, yet the control lay in the hands of the little beggar. However, at this point, the little beggar could not possibly let go of the sword again. Yet, holding the sword seemed to provide him with only the barest ability to move, as coldness and pain continued to torment him

The little beggar's eyes showed no emotion; holding the infant in his arms, who had no connection to him, was already the greatest blessing for a rat from the gutter at this moment. ... However, her fever ...

One kilogram of blood was forcibly drawn from his body, flowing along the chains into that seemingly bottomless black pit. Moreover, this situation continued, as if the sword intended to completely drain the little beggar's blood, leaving him neither alive nor dead.

The little beggar extended his right hand, reaching out towards the vast white world. ... He did not know whether he could actually grasp anything, but at the moment his fingers tightened into a fist ...

Ah, humanity, you are indeed quite remarkable. Your vigilance, desire for control, and strong will to survive allow you to maintain extreme calmness at all times. Is it that you so desperately seek control? If that is the case, then I shall grant it to you

Before me lies a scene of white flowers, yet the sound still intrudes upon my mind

In the trash can, scattered droplets of blood coalesce into red ice particles. The convulsions of the little beggar have ceased, his eyes rolled back, and white foam drips from the corners of his mouth. His body is already covered with a layer of frost

The blood of a normal person accounts for approximately 8 percent of their total body weight. Theoretically, the human body can survive the loss of up to 50 percent of its total blood volume. A ten-year-old child weighs about 28 kilograms, so the child's blood volume is approximately 2.24 kilograms. The critical blood volume is 1.12 kilograms

I did not expect that this time it would actually be a human, and a child at that

The eyes seemed to be reflecting something, fixated on the little beggar, the pupils constantly moving. After a prolonged gaze between its eyes and those of the little beggar, a cruel laughter suddenly echoed in the little beggar's mind.

The cries of the little beggar have ceased, and this frail body is left only with convulsions and pallor. His body temperature is dropping, and a thin layer of frost is beginning to rapidly cover his body

His sense of touch returned, and the blizzard once again inflicted upon him a pain akin to that of a knife cutting.

He cannot die; his desire for life makes him unwilling to seek death at any time. The more worthless something is, the stronger its will to survive. To continue living, a price must be paid. However, since this voice can help him survive, any price is worth paying. ... As long as he can live, live ... !. Yet, since this voice can help him survive, any price is worth paying. ... As long as he can live, live ... !.

In that small space, pain emanated from his arm. For some unknown reason, the chains that originally secured the sword's hilt suddenly began to move like a snake! These chains lunged towards the little beggar's arm, continuously wrapping around his right forearm. But let them wrap, for the side of the chains that made contact with flesh sprouted countless barbs resembling saw teeth! As the chains slithered, those barbs instantly sliced open the little beggar's arm, scraping against his bones. Just like a chainsaw, they tore through his body.

Because he has lost even the strength to feel pain. His whole body is numb, devoid of sensation

A faint sound intruded into the little beggar's mind, like a powerful stimulant, causing his body to tremble violently. His eyes, which had rolled back, suddenly opened wide as he lowered his head to look at the layers of chains on his right hand and the sword held in his palm, that one eye.

Wow ... ... ! Wow ... ... Wow ... ...