The Heavens: Falling Ink From Douluo

Chapter 309 Home Delivery
Light rain in early May, slightly cool.

Seems like a prelude to summer.

The pattering rain splashed circles of water on the ground of Soto City, smashing the sparse passers-by who hurriedly passed by the surface of the stagnant water.

The rain on the Tianjie Street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass color is far away but not close.

The light rain in early May is not as good as ghee, but it also has a special flavor.

Just like...

The bowl of wonton in front of him is like...

He took off the fox-face mask that he had been wearing for a long time, maybe he would not be able to put it on again in the future, patted the wet coir raincoat, and pressed the few gold soul coins left on his body under the only warm fox-face mask. Picking up the chopsticks and gently stirring the wontons in the bowl, my thoughts seemed to return to that summer more than 20 years ago in an instant.

Déjà vu.

Familiar ravioli.

But, after all, it is deja vu.

Looking at the reflection on the noodle soup in the bowl, gently touching the scar from the left eyebrow to the lip, even after many years, the scar has disappeared, leaving only a white mark that is easy to be ignored, but in an instant Shattered his dreams, shattered his memories.

His martial soul is a blood demon.

A special creature that drinks human blood to live.

The two soul masters started to fight, also in this light raining weather, he was only four years old, and he was also sitting at another food stall selling wontons, watching his father being buried by the collapsed shed, being buried by the two The aftermath of the fight between the soul masters, together with the collapsed shed, exploded into a ball of flames, the scorching wind sprayed on his face, he couldn't tell whether it was soil or his father's ashes, but a sullen air surged into his heart, and with the scorching heat And the hot blood took off the heads of those two soul masters who were only thirtieth rank...

Thinking back now...

Unknowingly, more than 20 years have passed.

He should be 27 years old this year.

Well, maybe 28.

Awakened Martial Soul at the age of four.

Been wandering for 18 years.

Suck people's blood and do all kinds of evil.

Except for the last five years.

"Was my sacrifice worth it?"

"Even if it's just a trace?"

"Not even a contribution, but a payment for a sin?"

Picking up a wonton, putting it in his mouth, savoring the taste carefully, it seems that he has returned to that carefree childhood, back to the son of the owner of the wonton stall, and blocked the rush before death. All kinds of questions in my mind.

Is there any value, does it matter?
unimportant.

It is more important to live wonderfully than to live long.

Compared with the wonderful five years of living, those 18 years of mediocre wandering life, like a beast without humanity, is simply an unbearable past.

And in the past five years, Root has taught him a truth.

Now that he has already fallen into the darkness, he has to bear the responsibility of the darkness. Blaming others is a cowardly act. Compared with those evil soul masters who are willing to fall, they have at least raised the banner of rebellion against fate and tried to control fate. In their own hands!
This is the confidence to brag about the existence of the Hades kid who doesn't know if they go to hell after death, because at the moment they make a choice, their courage has been tempered together with themselves and become an inseparable Steel, supreme glory!

So, don't ask if it's worth it!
As long as you have a clear conscience, you can!
Because their value can only be determined by themselves!

"So……"

"Today, my fate is coming to an end."

"I can see the old me before I die."

"It's not a bad reincarnation."

The young man ate the wontons slowly, looking at the family of four busy in front of the wonton stand, husband, wife, one big and one small two children, twisted the pepper bottle on the table, and dusted his own bowl pepper.

Immediately afterwards, he drank the last remaining wonton and the hot noodle soup in one gulp. Finally, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff, stood up, and smiled at the five or six-year-old boy who was carrying his younger brother on his back. He beckoned, pointed to the mask he had placed on the table, then turned and left.

The target—opposite the wonton stall, the main hall of the Wuhun Temple across the street!

The children of poor families are in charge early.

The boy carried his younger brother on his back, and trotted to the table where the guest just finished eating. First, he glanced at the empty table, his eyes obviously filled with disappointment and tension. With the last thought, he opened the table. The mask that the guest pointed at just now was stunned by the more than 20 gold soul coins under the mask.

After two or three seconds, the brain started to work.

Turn the mask over, put the gold soul coins in with the side that is close to the face, look around, but still not very relieved, he dragged a rag from the chair beside him, and put it on the gold soul coins Immediately, Cai ran to his parents with the nearly three-pound mask, shouted two or three times, and waited for the response from the mother who was wrapping wontons.

It's like offering a treasure.

The boy raised the mask in his hand.

Pulled a corner of the rag.

Glancing at the passers-by and the four or five customers at his food stall, he explained to his stunned mother in a low voice: "This is the meal paid by the master soul master."

"The head of the house..."

The woman tugged at the corner of her man's clothes.

The man looked back in surprise.

Immediately, he was shocked by these more than 20 gold soul coins.

Listening to the explanation of his son and wife, he remained silent for a while.

Then, speed up the cooking of wontons on hand.

"Go, put up a sign that temporarily closes business."

"This is the kindness of others."

"It's not polite to refuse."

Looking at the young man's back as he entered the Wuhun Hall.

The man who was cooking wontons showed a rare relaxed smile: "When we get home, let's make up our minds to see if the boss should go to school or learn a craft. The boss will be six years old next year. What is his fate?" , we will be able to see it then, if there is that fate, we will let the boss enter the Wuhun Temple, if there is no such fate, in the future, the soul masters of the Wuhun Palace will come to our house to eat a bowl of wonton, and they will not be charged. what do you think?"

"I listen to you, the head of the family."

The woman nodded curtly.

He hid the gold soul coins that his family could save for four or five years without doing anything, and touched his eldest son's head. On his wrinkled face, he couldn't hide his joy. .

The common people have a steelyard in their hearts.

Although the steelyard is a bit crooked right now.

After all, people belong to the root, not Wuhundian.

The idea of ​​repaying gratitude is obviously reporting to the wrong person.

But from this little incident, it can be seen that when the common people have hope, those so-called nobles, the so-called sects, and the so-called powerful people will be used as the last and best fuel by this little spark, that is— ——Wildfire started a prairie fire, sparks filled the sky!

And today's Wuhundian also ushered in a special guest!

"Hello, soul master."

"May I help you?"

Soto City, the main hall of Wuhun.

In the hall, a male deacon stepped forward.

A business greeting.

Immediately, the defense was broken in the youth's answer.

"Hello."

"There are two requests that you need to consider."

"The first request - I want to report with my real name."

"Second request—come to find you and surrender."

He pulled out a wanted warrant from his pocket.

The young man "intimately" raised it to the left side of his face.

Let this Wuhundian deacon better distinguish the object.

Finally, he added in an extremely "intimate" way: "I hope you guys will think about it seriously, I'm not joking..."

　Thanks to book friend 161207200622471 for the 100 reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)