Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

Perhaps it was Tang Ya's reaction when she saw the phantom of the Sea God that day that made Bei Bei completely certain of her identity. Furthermore, through the method of combining soul skills from back then, Bei Bei conveyed the message of meeting her tonight.

Tang Ya's fingers glided over the dresses, feeling the delicate fabric, and she looked at the clothes, but couldn't make a choice for a long time.

go with?

But he was already an evil spirit master.

Will the Tang Clan really accept me again?

Is Beibei still the same Beibei from back then?

Is it really a good thing for the Tang Clan to go back on my own?

Countless questions swirled in her mind, making her feel uneasy.

She looked up at herself in the mirror.

The face in the mirror, enhanced by light makeup, was already incredibly beautiful. Her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her lips like cherries, and her skin like solidified cream.

She looked at herself, feeling somewhat unfamiliar.

Then she reached out and pulled out a very ordinary Holy Spirit Church uniform from the top shelf of the wardrobe.

The white robe was unadorned and so plain it was almost shabby.

That's what she dressed up to see him.

……

As night deepened, the city of Mingdu remained brightly lit, but the hustle and bustle had nothing to do with Tang Ya. She walked through the streets, turned into an inconspicuous alley, and finally stopped in front of an unremarkable bar.

From the outside, this bar looks no different from the thousands of small bars in Mingdu City, except for its slightly unusual name.

Deep within the flowers.

Tang Ya took a deep breath and pushed open the door to enter.

Chapter 297 A rotten orange is a rotten orange

Despite its small size, the bar was bustling with noise. As soon as you entered, a strong sense of clamor hit you, causing Tang Ya to frown.

The bar was dimly lit and filled with smoke. Several tables of customers were talking quietly, with occasional bursts of laughter. The air was thick with the smell of cheap ale and some indescribable spice.

The environment here is really not good; it's a mixed bag, and the air is thick with smoke and fumes.

But Tang Ya knew that Bei Bei had chosen this location to avoid unnecessary attention. As one of the key members of the Holy Spirit Cult, Tang Ya, while not as dazzling as Kong Tianxu, was definitely on the lists of certain important figures.

If she were to appear in some upscale place, she might easily attract the attention of those with ulterior motives. Only in places like these, where all sorts of people come from, would she be least likely to draw attention.

Tang Ya's gaze swept across the bar, then settled on a booth in the corner.

There stood Beibei, dressed in a smart, elegant robe, with a bottle of deep red wine, the color of rose, on the table, completely out of place in this run-down bar.

His expression was extremely solemn, even somewhat tense. His eyes were fixed on the doorway, and even with his hands folded on the table and his back ramrod straight, he seemed to be waiting for some important verdict.

He was clearly in a bad mood, so much so that he didn't even notice Tang Ya walking in through the small door on the other side.

Tang Ya smiled inwardly.

He's still the same as always.

She was about to walk over when she suddenly saw Beibei raise her hand and cover her ear.

That's the standard procedure for a remote communication soul tool.

It's so late, who is he talking to? And what are they talking about?

The place where Beibei was sitting was supposed to be a booth, but it was actually a semi-enclosed space partitioned off by a few old wooden planks. Inside, there were two long sofas and a low table; it was pitifully simple.

Although the booth didn't look very impressive, it was at least much quieter than outside, with a few thin wooden planks providing some insulation from the noise.

Therefore, although Bei Bei's voice was very low, Tang Ya was still able to hear Bei Bei's words clearly with her current cultivation level.

"Junior brother, what's wrong?"

It turns out it was Yuhao.

Tang Ya recalled the thin, dark-haired boy with bright eyes she had first met. But in an instant, a muscular giant shattered that beautiful memory, and her expression turned strange.

"What? You were discovered by the Holy Spirit Cult after the underground Soul Master Competition in Mingdu?"

Why are family matters involved? Tang Ya's eyes widened, and she subconsciously held her breath.

"Oh, so it was the evil spirit master who just wanted to join the Holy Spirit Cult. His cultivation wasn't high, but his martial spirit was special. You've already controlled him, that's good... What, that girl is mentally sound?"

Beibei paused, as if she was thinking about something.

“No.” Beibei’s voice suddenly became resolute. “You’ve already been under immense pressure by disguising yourself and infiltrating. We absolutely cannot allow any possibility of someone threatening us to remain.”

“Bringing her back to the Tang Clan is not an option either. Yuhao, sometimes you instinctively hold back when you meet a girl. You must remember, now that you have Dong'er, you absolutely cannot do that anymore.”

"And another thing: old habits die hard. You absolutely cannot trust evil spirit masters. A rotten orange is a rotten orange. If she can change, I'll tell you two words—"

"dream."

As she said this, Bei Bei thought of the Grim Reaper, the Blood Infant Douluo, and Ye Xishui, but she never thought of Tang Ya.

In his eyes, Tang Ya was his person, a member of Shrek Academy.

Even if the people of Shrek Academy are evil spirit masters, they are not evil spirit masters.

But Tang Ya's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

dream.

Rotten oranges.

Old habits die hard.

Her tightly clenched right hand suddenly trembled, as if something had been lost in a daze.

With her still trembling hand, Tang Ya lowered the edge of her veil to cover her bloodless face. Then, with some difficulty, she turned and walked away.

At that moment, she was incredibly grateful that she was wearing the clothes of the Holy Spirit Church. At least under this simple yet loose-fitting robe, her vulnerability was not so unacceptably disheveled.

The trailing white robe left a faint mark on the dusty ground.

……

As if by telepathy, the moment Tang Ya left the depths of the Hundred Flowers, Bei Bei seemed to sense something and abruptly turned her head to look at the door.

The two dilapidated wooden doors swayed slightly, as if someone had just passed by. A sliver of nightlight peeked through the cracks in the doors; it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

He stood up under some inexplicable force and walked involuntarily toward the door.

Suddenly, I stepped on something.

Beibei crouched down and moved the newly bought boots aside. A small patch of charred dust stained the brand-new, clean white surface of the shoes.

He stretched out his finger, picked up a wisp of black ash, and rubbed it gently between his fingers.

"Senior Brother, I know, Dong... Xiao Dong and I are together."

The voice from the remote communication soul tool continued to come through.

In the darkness not far from the Qingse Hotel, Wang Dong'er slowly withdrew her hand from the forehead of a pale-faced girl. A faint light-energy flowed in her palm, purifying the evil energy and life force within the girl's body little by little.

Beside him, the body of a young man lay crookedly, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Wang Dong'er glared angrily at Huo Yuhao, who then turned his gaze to an ugly young man with a horrified expression next to him, and then awkwardly touched his nose.

Well, Beibei hadn't even noticed that he seemed to have been putting himself through too much trouble for girls he wasn't that familiar with. He should probably be more careful about that in the future.

But Senior Brother isn't usually like this, so why is he so...extroverted today?

Huo Yuhao muttered to himself.

During tonight's underground soul guidance competition, he met a level 5 soul guidance master named Gao Dalou. Although the other party came from a self-taught background, he had reached the level 5 before the age of thirty through self-study, which could definitely be called genius.

Moreover, the other party possessed a Blood Coagulation Carving Knife, whose actual effect ranked at least in the top 30 of the carving knife list, which made Huo Yuhao want to kidnap the other party.

After the match, they planned to find a place to talk, but they didn't expect to be targeted by two evil spirit masters.

Fearing that the other party would discover their identities, Huo Yuhao made a ruthless move and killed one of the male soul masters first.

But after another female Soul Master began to kneel and beg for mercy, and after confirming through necromancy that she had indeed not harmed anyone, Huo Yuhao found it difficult to bring himself to do it.

It certainly gave the tall buildings quite a fright.

"Yuhao, you must remember to cherish Dong'er."

Suddenly, Bei Bei's voice came through the communication device.

He rubbed the wisp of black ash between his fingers. The ash gradually dissipated between his fingers, as if something indescribable was passing away.

He seemed to realize something, or perhaps he was lost in a deeper sense of bewilderment.

"Senior Brother...?" Huo Yuhao heard some noise and asked in confusion, "Are you outside?"

"Hmm." After a long while, Beibei's voice came again.

"Hey, that's perfect!" Huo Yuhao, unaware of Bei Bei's current state, brightened up, delighted by Bei Bei's recovery. "We've made a new friend here, his name is Gao Dalou, a genius-level Soul Master, and he even has a Ranking Carving Knife. Perhaps he can become a new force for our Tang Sect! Bring him over to meet you, Senior Brother. Where are you, Senior Brother?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the tall building with its grim expression.

Now that you've seen it, you're in today whether you like it or not. Huo Yuhao's eyes held a hint of threat.

Beibei didn't say anything.

He sat back down in his booth, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the clock, which showed that the agreed time had passed. A numb, dull ache welled up in his heart.

It wasn't intense, but it lingered, like a small hammer slowly pounding on the tip of my heart, one blow after another.

After a long separation, the sorrow has faded.

Xiaoya is never late...

"Deep within a hundred flowers." Bei Bei turned off her communication device and closed her eyes.

My longing has turned to ashes.

……

"Wow, this is good wine! Hehe, Mr. Bei has excellent taste! Could I... hehe."

When Beibei opened his eyes again, what appeared before him was not the beautiful face of Xiaoya, whom he longed for, a face that could express both joy and anger, but rather a face that was truly unappealing.