Douluo Dragon King: My strategy system is not right

Chapter 47 Tang Wulin's Nickname
The eerie mountains undulate in a continuous pattern. This is the western part of Douluo Continent, closer to the north. Originally, some people lived there, but after being invaded by evil spirit masters, it became a famous no-man's land.

At the foot of the mountain, there was an abandoned sanatorium. Its walls were covered in mottled moss, emitting a decaying smell in the damp air. The sanatorium's door was half-closed, and rust spread across it like dried blood.

And on the wall of the sanatorium, there was a woman sitting like that.

The woman was gloomy and seductive, her eyes filled with a desire for destruction, her hair was jet black, and her skin was pale, almost bloodless.

She wore a dark purple robe, the hems embroidered with patterns that twisted like ghostly claws, rustling in the mountain breeze. Around her waist was a black leather belt, inlaid with a strange skull accessory that emitted a faint glow.

Not long after, a figure in black came into the courtyard, half-knelt on the ground, and a hoarse voice came out: "Sir."

The woman didn't even bat an eyelash, she just said calmly: "Didn't I ask you to gather people? Why are you looking for me here?"

The black-clad figure lowered himself a little. "Sir, there's nothing we can do. We've lost quite a few men in Donghai City recently. Not many have returned."

The woman raised her eyes, but only glanced at him lightly, and saw the black-clothed figure trembling uncontrollably, the veins on his neck bulged, and dark red soul power surged.

"What do I need you for?"

Without giving the man in black any chance to explain, the next moment, a dark red soul power flew out from the woman's hand and transformed into a dark red phoenix shape in mid-air, which went straight through the black-clothed figure's eyebrows.

The black-clad figure fell straight down without even uttering a scream. The wound on his forehead, which was pierced by the dark red phoenix, was bleeding a strange dark red color. It quickly spread on the ground and merged with the rotten ground around it.

The woman looked indifferent. She waved her sleeves lightly, and the corpse was rolled aside like a rag by an invisible force.

"A bunch of useless people who can't even handle such a small matter, yet they still dream of stirring up trouble in this Douluo Continent." The woman muttered to herself, her voice like ice chips, spreading in the air.

But not long after she finished speaking, a black mist suddenly appeared outside the courtyard.

"Go find out who's causing trouble in Donghai City."

The woman didn't even turn her head. To her, the deaths of her men in Donghai City were nothing. But she was in a bad mood and just wanted to stir up trouble. It was that simple.

Thinking of this, the woman's pale fingers suddenly gripped the wall tiles, crushing the gravel into powder under her fingertips. A twisted smile curved her lips. "Those ants in the Federation are getting more and more aggressive."

"Don't let me know you were involved, my sister."

She stared quietly at the dilapidated courtyard of the sanatorium, as if reminiscing about something. After a long moment, she slowly stood up, tapping her toes and floating down into the courtyard like a ghost. The moment she landed, the air around her seemed to condense a little, and the chill grew stronger.

The woman strolled through the courtyard, raising a cloud of dust with every step. Suddenly, she stopped beside a dry well, staring intently at the wellhead, a strange smile playing on her lips.

She waved one hand towards the dry well.

Instantly, a black mist surged out of the well, carrying a sickening stench. From within the mist, faint, mournful cries emanated, as if the countless souls trapped in the well had finally been freed.

A dark red light rose from under the dry well, and then a small dark red sword appeared in front of her.

"Just wait, sister, there will be a day like that..." The woman's eyes were full of madness, especially when she saw the small sword, the strong hatred almost overflowed.

"You and that man both deserve to die!"

The image of a man emerged in the woman's mind, which made her face even more distorted. "Why? I like you so much, but you still want to chase my sister. She obviously doesn't like you, doesn't like you!"

"You are all bastards. If I can't have you, I will destroy you. Destroy you!"

The hoarse roar almost echoed throughout the sanatorium.

After a long moment, things returned to calm, and the woman had closed her eyes. After a moment, she opened them again, a dark red light flashing, and a pair of wings unfolded behind her.

The mountain breeze suddenly took on a sweet, fishy flavor. Unfolding behind her were not wings, but a massive bone fan formed from countless infant hands. Hair-thin red threads, thin as a hair, entwined between the curled little finger bones revealed solidified blood marrow.

At some point, a crystal ball appeared in front of her, with half a still-beating black heart suspended inside.

The hoarse cry of a raven was heard in the distance, and the cross on the roof of the sanatorium collapsed, replaced by a statue of a fallen angel hanging upside down.

"All of this will be buried with you."

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Donghai City Soul Guide Station.

Lin Ci sneezed slowly and touched his nose. He didn't have a cold. He wondered who was thinking about him.

He glanced at Tang Wulin beside him and asked, "Aren't you going back to Aolai City?"

Tang Wulin's eyes dimmed. "I don't have a home anymore, so I won't go back."

Hearing this, Lin Ci suddenly remembered something and sighed softly, "Sorry."

"It's okay." Tang Wulin quickly calmed down and asked, "Brother Ci, don't you want to go back and take a look?"

Lin Ci shook his head and said, "No, the orphanage closed down a long time ago, and there's no need to go back."

Tang Wulin was deeply moved. He had never been able to understand Lin Ci's feelings before. But after his parents left, he finally felt that feeling.

Besides, his parents just left and they would definitely meet again in the future. But Lin Ci was an orphan since childhood, which was much more miserable than him.

Tang Wulin said firmly, "Brother Ci, you will definitely find your biological parents and your home."

Have you found your home?

A bitter smile appeared on Lin Ci's lips. His home was always there, but he just couldn't find the way back.

How can a traveler who is lost in a distant place not miss his hometown?

"Okay, let's get ready to go." Wu Zhangkong walked over from not far away, still with that cold look on his face, no matter whether he was in class or not, inside or outside the academy, it was the same.

The reason why Lin Ci and Tang Wulin did not return to Aolai City but appeared here together was because Wu Zhangkong called them as soon as he got off vacation.

Xie Xie had gone home, and Gu Yue had also left for something. It was just the two of them, and Wu Changkong had completely taken up all of their schedule.

First go to Tiandou City to help Tang Wulin take pictures of some treasures. After that, take Lin Ci to Xingluo City alone.

Lin Ci didn't know what to do, but Wu Zhangkong insisted on taking him there, and he had no way to refuse.

The most important thing is that Wu Zhangkong is very tight-lipped and insists on doing something without explaining anything to him.

Just riding the soul guide train with Tang Wulin, Lin Ci always felt something was wrong. Why did he remember that this guy had a nickname...

　If I say that Leng Yulai is not the target of the strategy, then everyone will understand the story.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)