"Some demons that shouldn't have appeared have appeared, Shao Liangye."
Lorenzo and Shao Liangye were walking fast in the heavy rain. They were wearing raincoats. In the thick water vapor, they were like two dark ghosts wandering around the city.
"What do you mean?" Shao Liangye asked.
"Those demons who have gained power."
"Get... power?"
"Yes, to be precise, they are demons that have gained power from darkness and manifested it. You can think of them as out-of-control demon hunters," Lorenzo said, recalling. "I haven't encountered many such demons, but each one is very difficult to deal with."
Burning demons, armored demons, nearly immortal demons...
Lorenzo suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He had read the report later produced by the Black Mountain Hospital. In that almost endless storm, the purification agency encountered such a monster.
From the autopsy of the bodies, it was known that they were demon hunters who were injected with excessive amounts of secret blood by the plague doctor, causing them to go crazy. However, Lorenzo had encountered similar native demons before.
"The so-called demons are actually mortals who have been 'distorted' by 'sublimation'. They are crushed by the information containing 'sublimation', and their bodies are also distorted. They gain the power of madness in madness."
"But don't be too stressed. Just treat them as more powerful monsters."
Lorenzo said this, but his palm was pressed tightly against the hilt of the sword. With the slightest movement, he could take out the spiked sword from the scabbard.
Shao Liangye held a folding knife in his hand, and wore red light armor under his raincoat. He followed Lorenzo, holding a shotgun in his other hand.
He looked down at the shotgun from time to time and asked with some surprise.
"Is it really okay to just give it to me?"
"What's the problem? I don't have much use for it anyway." Lorenzo said without turning his head.
"You said this gun is of special significance," said Shao Liangye.
"Yes, but no matter how significant it is, this gun is not what it was originally," Lorenzo said. "It has been damaged. What you see now is just a simple thought."
"It's just a carrier of thoughts. If it breaks, we can just make another one. I just hope that the craftsman can survive this rainstorm."
Lorenzo looked relaxed and made jokes that were not funny.
"And this is a gun, Shao Liangye, it's not a work of art. It's more suitable for killing enemies than hanging it on the wall."
Shao Liangye did not respond. His fingers gently brushed over the tiny words and held Winchester tightly.
It was a slightly strange feeling. The Winchester was well preserved, just like a new gun, but after being engraved with the poem, the gun seemed extremely heavy and old, and I wonder how many storms it had gone through.
"Besides, if its original owner knew, he would probably also hope that this gun could continue to experience the flames of war instead of gathering dust in a corner."
Hearing Lorenzo say this, Shao Liangye shifted his attention away from the gun. He could only see Lorenzo's back and had no idea what his expression was.
He had asked Lorenzo a similar question before. He was curious about who the original owner of the gun was, but Lorenzo never gave a formal answer, only saying it was his friend.