As soon as he arrived in the human world, Woo Manyeo immediately regretted it.
The husky the moment it stepped onto the land of the human world suddenly charged forward violently.
Woo Manyeo was directly dragged to the ground.
Fortunately, the white pig noticed that Woo Manyeo had fallen and stopped in time, preventing a tragedy of him being dragged across the ground for several meters.
Back when he was in charge of the company's most important project who would have thought that after dying… if he had stronger ability, he would never have been careless for even a moment, to the point of not even being able to control a pig and a dog!
Woo Manyeo got up and patted the big white pig on the head.
The big white pig responded obediently with a soft grunt.
On the side, the husky was excitedly jumping around, its whole body stretched into a standing posture by the chain.
Even though the dog clearly knew it was tied to the pig and could not run far, it still kept charging forward and trying desperately to break free and go play.
Now he finally understood why the previous owner of this pig and dog had tied the dog to the pig.
Woo Manyeo patted his newly worn outfit that was already slightly damaged and began to observe the surrounding environment.
It was still Brithelm.
They were standing in the courtyard of a detached villa.
Judging from the condition of the house and the surrounding environment, this property was probably quite valuable.
The family here should be much stronger than a middle-class household, but not quite at the level of a rich elite.
Even though it was late at night, the lights inside the house were fully on.
This was… did this family know that Hell was coming to collect souls, so they were waiting?
That made sense.
Anyone who made such a deal would probably be counting the days and waiting for the day Hell came to collect the debt.
The greatest weakness of a wooden house was that even the slightest movement would cause creaking sounds.
Wyll closed all the doors and windows and sat alone in the study.
On the desk was a wine glass, inside it a nearly melted ice cube floating in the liquor.
Beside it was a bottle of almost-finished brandy and a loaded handgun.
Creak.
In the overly quiet old house, he heard the sound of the front door being pulled open, followed by the frame being squeezed, the wood emitting an unbearable groaning sound.
Then came thud… thud… thud, and irregular footsteps, pattering… pattering… pattering.
The night was already silent and he was alone in the house.
All his senses were magnified countless times by fear.
He could clearly hear that the chaotic footsteps were getting closer and closer to his room, closer and closer.
Wyll slowly picked up the handgun on the desk and aimed it toward the direction of the door.
When Woo Manyeo was still human, he never liked huskies and those so called "intelligent" pets.
He truly could not understand why a door that could barely fit one pig, the husky insisted on squeezing in together with the pig.
Could it not wait a bit? Was it really that urgent?
He was not even rushing, yet he was patiently following behind the pig!
Woo Manyeo watched as the already fragile wooden door frame was being squeezed to the point of almost breaking.
Finally, after struggling, they managed to enter this house.
Woo Manyeo looked at the pig walking with steady, heavy steps, each movement producing dull thudding sounds, and the dog that kept bouncing and leaping around, making pattering sounds like tap dancing.
For the first time, for the very first time, he felt genuine empathy with a pig.
It was truly pitiful for this pig.
Every mission it had to bring along such a foolish teammate.
The three of them could all smell the presence of a human inside the room.
Just as Woo Manyeo slowly turned the door of the study, a loud bang suddenly echoed.
He saw a bullet flying straight toward him.
In his eyes, the bullet seemed to move in slow motion.
Instinctively, he waved his hand, and the bullet followed the direction of his motion, shooting straight up toward the ceiling.
Bang.
Crash, crash, crash.
The chandelier on the ceiling was shattered into pieces.
The room instantly darkened, leaving only a standing floor lamp beside the desk.
Woo Manyeo could clearly see a middle aged man sitting behind the desk in an office chair.
His brownish hair was neatly combed and he wore a proper suit as if he had already prepared himself to face death.
However.
From that single shot, it could be seen that he was not willing to accept it.
Perhaps humans were always like this, even when they already knew the ending, they would still struggle desperately at the edge of death.
"I told you this is pointless. Although that thing cannot affect us or hurt us, it does not mean we are willing to be hit."
Wyll's hand holding the gun was still trembling slightly.
He knew that since he made the deal, this day would eventually come.
But as death approached, fear was still unavoidable.
"You are here to kill me, right? I, I will become what? After I die, what will happen to me?"
Woo Manyeo could see Wyll's soul.
Compared to ordinary people, it was somewhat clearer, but still mixed with impurity.
"I do not know. This is only my second day on the job. I am also quite curious about what will happen to you."
Because he did not know, he came here in person to observe closely, wanting to see what human souls would become after death.
The pig and dog, upon seeing Wyll, immediately identified him as their target.
The dog kept charging forward, trying to leap onto him.
The big white pig also lost its usual calmness as its lowering its head slightly into a charging posture.