Chapter 115 The Doorbell Rings

In the dark basement, it is very quiet. Only the drip sound can be heard. Maybe it is because one of the taps is not tightly switched off or because the pipe in the wall breaks. The air in here smells musty and moist.

With only a lamp hung on the ceiling, the light appears rather dim.

There is no wallpaper on the wall or floor on the ground. The ground is only covered with cement. Under a wooden bed, there are bottles and jars that have labels of various beer brands. Some of the bottles are still filled of 1/5 of the liquid, which is mixed with the musty smell.

A man is lying on the bed, curling himself and shivering. His face is pale with sweat on the forehead. The sweat just looks like the steam on the pot cover when the water is boiling.

He seems to fall into a semicoma, calling a girl’s name non-stop.

His face is full of pains.

Even in such a state, he still has his sword placed next to him, as if only