Endless Debt Chapter 642 - 153 Damn

The girl hadn’t eaten anything for a while, her stomach was empty, and after retching for a long time, there was nothing but dry heaves.

With the crisis resolved, a strong sense of fatigue overwhelmed her, and she crouched honestly in the corner, shifting her body to avoid the flowing bloodstains.

Ewen took advantage of the passengers’ unconsciousness, opening the door leading to the outside world, and threw the demons’ corpses out one by one. When he tossed out the last demon, Ewen removed its gas mask, revealing a twisted and hideous face.

To avoid scaring the girl, Ewen deliberately avoided her gaze, then kicked the corpse into the wilderness. By dawn, the scent of blood on the corpse would attract wolves, who would feast on it.

Like a diligent cleaner, Ewen picked up a wet mop, swiftly cleaning the bloodstains. Luckily, most of the blood had spilled in the carriage’s connection, which made it easy to handle.

The girl watched from the side as Ewen moved with practiced ease, as if he had done this countless times before.

"So who are you? Some... retired assassin?" The girl’s face looked terrible, but even in such times, she maintained a mischievous demeanor, "Were those people here to kill you?"

"Probably."

Ewen thanked the modern entertainment works for greatly enhancing young people’s acceptance. Without needing to say anything, she had already imagined the answer in her heart.

This reminded Ewen of his youth, when he rescued a lady who was nearly killed by a demon in a dark alley. The lady didn’t give Ewen a chance to explain, only screamed at him incessantly until Ewen had to knock her out.

"Wow."

The girl’s eyes shone brightly.

Ewen was too lazy to respond to the young people’s wild fantasies. He was troubled by the shattered small window, with blood soaking into the cracks, a task he couldn’t handle right away. He tried to restore everything to look as if nothing had happened.

Thanks to the ventilation, the mist inside the carriage had dissipated quite a bit, but the cold wind was biting. Ewen thought that when the passengers woke up, they might have a slight cold, but that was better than being killed by demons in their sleep.

"Cough cough..."

Ewen covered his chest, coughed a few times, and opened his palm, stained with traces of blood.

It might be an injury from the recent fight, or perhaps for other reasons, but it didn’t matter at the moment.

Ewen looked at the girl hiding in the corner, who had just witnessed the entire process, plus what happened before...

How should he handle her?

Ewen’s headache intensified. He shouldn’t have gotten off the bus to enjoy the wind, nor should he have smoked that damn cigarette. It acted like bait, luring the girl out from the grass, and she charged at him like a wild boar, knocking him over.

But, to be fair, without this wild boar, Ewen would have died at the hands of the demons earlier.

Ewen’s thoughts slowly sank into darkness; he hadn’t yet reached the end of his journey, but he knew there was something waiting for him at the finish.

Just a few demons already posed great trouble. If he encountered a Condenser, even the most ordinary First Stage Condenser, as an ordinary person, he wouldn’t be able to resist...

Ewen gently caressed his chest, feeling the sinister power, as those alluring voices echoed faintly in his ears.

A low hum instantly brought Ewen back to clarity. The sound was extremely subtle, hidden in the noisy din, but Ewen was sharp enough to detect it.

The girl gasped, only to see Ewen standing there dazed for a while before his expression suddenly became tense. Could there be another assassin?

Ewen lifted the girl, held her waist, and tucked her under his arm. Before Ewen could cover her mouth, she cooperated by covering it herself.

This surprised Ewen, but now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. He found an empty spot, placing the girl inside first, then himself.

Ewen laid on the table, pretending to be asleep, and he pressed the girl’s head down on the table, reminding him of being forced to nap by his mother when he was a child.

Actually, his mother didn’t want him to nap; she just wished he would disappear, even momentarily—from her life.

"What’s wrong?"

The girl turned her face sideways, mouthing words to Ewen.

Ewen mouthed back, "Shut up!"

He pulled the coat draped on the girl, completely covering her face, while Ewen deceitfully closed his eyes.

Ewen should have realized sooner; the Condensers had been hunting demons all along. When he encountered demons, Condensers chasing them must be nearby.

Perhaps he wouldn’t need to take action; just wait a while longer, and the Condensers would resolve these demons.

Ewen couldn’t wait.

During the waiting time, the demons could kill a few people. He couldn’t sit idly by.

As for those Condensers...

Ewen was afraid of being discovered by them. Regarding these mysterious beings, Ewen had always maintained a respectful distance. What would they do if they found out that he had dealt with those Demons?

Would they reward him? Or make him forget it all?

Forget it.

Ewen dared not entrust his fate to others. Ironically, now he had to bet everything on fate, gambling that the Condensers hadn’t noticed him.

...

"The Protection of the Zongge Orchestra is not an absolute positive gain."

After a brief chase, Bologue effortlessly caught up with the train, returning to the private carriage.

"The Protection makes them ignore pain, and it also makes them overlook potential dangers. We can exploit this."

Bologue began to describe the experience he had just gained: in a state of ignoring pain, the enemy didn’t notice the steel wire mesh Bologue set up, crashing into the dense blades and cutting themselves into pieces.

After hearing this, Geoffrey nodded. During this journey, this was one of the few good pieces of news.

"Won’t someone come help me?"

Palmer shouted at the door. Before the passengers awoke, Palmer struggled to clean up the Demon corpses, throwing them one by one into the wild. Aimou picked up a mop and started wiping the bloodstains in the aisle.

Bologue and his entourage had already left Oubos, and the Logistics Department couldn’t take care of things here promptly. The subsequent matters needed to be handled by them.

"I’ll go patrol to see if there are any stragglers."

After speaking to Geoffrey, Bologue turned and left the private carriage, leaping onto the roof, advancing from the tail of the train to the head, akin to a specter lurking in the deep night.

The wind carried the scent of decay, and Bologue strained to sense the presence of Demons, patrolling each carriage thoroughly.

Upon reaching a particular carriage, Bologue halted. He detected a faint scent of blood and the presence of Demons, but these smells vanished in an instant, leaving only the mounting snores of the passengers.

Ewen could hear footsteps pausing overhead, his heart pounding fiercely, echoing like thunder.

Then the footsteps began to move again, gradually receding. Ewen’s tense nerves finally allowed for some relaxation, but suddenly the footsteps sounded once more.

This time, they weren’t from the roof but from within the carriage.

Bologue stood at the junction of the carriage, staring at the shattered small window and the bloodstains that hadn’t been fully cleaned.

Scanning the interior, Bologue was sure there were no other Demons or Condensers inside, which only deepened his confusion.

Was there indeed a straggler?

Ewen strove to muffle his breaths, reassuring himself that these Condensers could easily distinguish Demons and other Condensers within a crowd, but humans are indistinguishable in their eyes.

Like a Hunter guarding a sheepfold, a Hunter can easily spot a pack of wolves and see other Hunters from afar but can’t differentiate the sheep.

Moreover... Moreover, the Condensers probably couldn’t imagine that an ordinary person could muster the courage to confront Demons, even slaying them.

Condensers.

In Ewen’s eyes, they were a bit arrogant. Such proud beings wouldn’t notice a mere mortal like him; mortals are just the backdrop, while they are the main characters on the stage.

Bologue stared at the carriage for a long while before finally looking away, pushing open the door to the next carriage to search for any stragglers.

Ewen didn’t relax due to Bologue’s departure. He maintained his posture for a long time, only cautiously raising his head until late at night.

Cold sweat drenched Ewen’s clothes, which then dried. Now, he was freezing, as if submerged in an icy river.

In his tense state, holding a posture for so long left his body stiff, aching from the injuries sustained in the fight.

Ewen picked up the coat beside him, uncovering the girl sleeping peacefully on the table, breathing calmly.

While he had been enduring torment, the girl had fallen soundly asleep; perhaps, having inhaled a small amount of mist, she was now feeling its intoxicating effects.

Ewen sighed deeply and let go of the coat, laying it over the girl.

With his arms crossed to preserve body heat, Ewen furrowed his brows, his chaotic thoughts spun into a tangled mess in his mind like threads of yarn.

"Damn it."

A multitude of words transformed into a single expletive, murmured in complaint.