Douluo: The young master of Chuanling Pagoda, his martial spirit is so impressive

Chapter 68 Tang Wulin: Be my strength

"Mom, dad, what's wrong with him? Why doesn't he move?"

In the corner, the little girl curled up in the arms of the young woman looked up at her mother and asked eagerly.

"And who is this uncle? Why is he lying on our bed?"

The little girl's voice seemed helpless and full of pity.

The young woman listened, tears streaming down her face. She didn't say anything, she just held the little girl in her arms tightly again.

"Crack!"

At this time, the originally closed door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and strong young man walked in.

After coming in, he first looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the man in black.

The man in black seemed to have noticed his arrival. He turned over and sat up from the bed with difficulty, and then said weakly.

"Lord Holy Son, are you here?"

Tang Wulin nodded slightly, then walked to the bed and sat down.

He glanced at the bandage wrapped around the man in black's lower abdomen and spoke calmly.

"Is the injury serious?"

"My lord, I..."

The man in black opened his mouth and was about to defend himself, but suddenly a heavy mouthful of blood spurted out.

Tang Wulin frowned.

The man in black was startled and struggled to get up from the bed.

"Lord Holy Son, I will definitely recover from this little injury as soon as possible. As long as I devour a few more souls, please don't abandon me."

"That's enough!" Tang Wulin interrupted him coldly, "Do you know what's happening outside now because of you?"

"I……"

The man in black still wanted to say it, but Tang Wulin didn't give him a chance.

"You know, in order to complete the ritual, there is no room for error."

Hearing this, the man in black immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more.

Tang Wulin ignored him and continued to ask with a frown.

"Tell me, what happened to you? How could he hurt you so badly?"

Speaking of this, the man in black's eyes suddenly became angry. He touched his lower abdomen. After such a long time, he still felt bursts of tearing.

"Lord Holy Son, that guy's right hand was a little weird, as if it was covered with some special ability. At that time, my soul power seemed to have been disintegrated by him, and I couldn't form a defense at all."

"The soul power was disintegrated?"

Tang Wulin couldn't help but frowned when he heard this.

He thought of his last battle with Qiangu Wuji. At that time, he was confident that the Golden Dragon Body would absolutely resist all attacks from the opponent. But in fact, facing that weird right hand, his Golden Dragon Body had no effect at all. Any effect will be broken.

At first, he simply thought that Qiangu Wuji's soul skill was very powerful in attack, and he never thought about other reasons.

But now listening to what the man in black said, it wasn’t because of his lack of defense that he lost last time?
Thinking of this, he quickly had an idea in his mind.

In short, the next time he fights, he will not easily fight against Qiangu Wuji's right hand with his body.

Thinking of this, Tang Wulin looked up at the man in black in front of him and said very seriously.

"I'm here this time to give you the last order."

When the man in black heard this, his complexion suddenly turned pale, and he obviously knew his next fate.

However, he gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice.

"Lord Holy Son, what are your orders?"

Tang Wulin stood up and walked slowly towards the corner.

"That woman Tianfeng has come to the East China Sea. In the past few days, you should get rid of all the people who were absorbed by me and still have their lives as soon as possible. It is best to do it without leaving any traces. Before the ceremony starts, you can't let the woman check On to me.”

At this point, he stopped and turned to look at the man.

"I don't care what method you use, in short, those people must not be kept!"

The man in black was shocked, and then lowered his head.

Of course he understood what Tang Wulin meant. The other party just asked him to do it at the risk of his life. To do such a thing under the eyes of one of the great four-character combat armor masters in the world was no different from risking death.

Tang Wulin meant for him to destroy all evidence by self-destruction.

The man in black felt bitter in his heart and subconsciously clenched his fists.

"Lord Holy Son, after I die, I will definitely enter the kingdom of death, right?" Tang Wulin glanced at him and nodded.

"Death is just the beginning of eternal life, and the body is just a burden that binds you. Don't worry, you will definitely get eternal life after death."

"I understand."

The man in black nodded, a trace of determination flashed in his green eyes!
He said no more, stood up silently, and walked outside the house.

After the man in black left, the room became quiet.

Tang Wulin thought for a while, and finally his eyes fell on the young mother and son in the corner.

He walked over and squatted down in front of the two of them with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

His deep and magnetic voice, coupled with his sunny and handsome appearance, immediately made the mother and daughter relax their vigilance.

Finally, the young woman spoke tentatively.

"Are you a soul master?"

Tang Wulin nodded.

Seeing that he seemed to be talking easily, the young woman's tense expression finally relaxed. She grabbed Tang Wulin's wrist and prayed with her eyes.

"Since you are a soul master, please help me. That friend of yours just now, he took my husband..."

When she mentioned her husband, her eyes suddenly turned red and she couldn't continue talking.

Tang Wulin patted her shoulder gently, as if to comfort her.

"Auntie, do you know?"

The young woman looked at him puzzled.

Tang Wulin said with a serious expression.

"Auntie, this world is never fair. The weak long for the strong to help, but the strong will only swing their swords at the weaker."

His words were full of melancholy, completely unlike those spoken by a child less than ten years old.

The young woman listened blankly, feeling inexplicably.

Tang Wulin sighed and looked at her.

"We cannot pray for others' salvation. The world is never fair. Geniuses will not pity you, and strong men will not sympathize with you. So all we can rely on is ourselves."

This time the young woman understood, and her tears flowed down immediately.

"Then my husband's death..."

"Shh!"

Tang Wulin made a silent gesture, then stretched out his hand and smiled slightly.

"Auntie, don't worry. I am not a strong person, I am just a weak person who is struggling, just like you."

"you are the same with me?"

The young woman's eyes were filled with astonishment.

"Yes," Tang Wulin nodded, the figure of Qiangu Wuji appeared in his mind, "I was just like you before, powerless and weak."

"But by chance, I got the favor of God, so I understood that God gave me this opportunity to lead weak people to fight against injustice."

As he spoke, a black bluesilver grass slowly emerged from Tang Wulin's body, and he stretched out his hand to the young woman.

"Auntie, are you willing to join me? I promise that I will carry your unwillingness to this world and keep walking until the day comes when there is no injustice in this world."

The young woman stared blankly at Tang Wulin's outstretched hand, and she also noticed the sharp thorns of the blue silver grass on the side.

But she couldn't think about anything at this time, there was only one sentence in her mind.

"Is it true that I can get away from all this just by joining you?"

"Yeah, I promise you."

Tang Wulin nodded.

The young woman smiled and stretched out her hand.

"Okay, I'll join you."

"Pfft!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Bluesilver Grass, which was watching eagerly from the side, pierced her abdomen and penetrated her along with the little girl in her arms.

(End of this chapter)