Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything."

What does "meaningless" mean?

At this time.

The front of the line.

Ma Youtie, an ordinary mortal, has been silently guiding the way. The mud splashed by the rain has stained his trousers, but it cannot tarnish his simple and pure heart.

Don't ask Dongqing how he figured it out.

Even though he is still alive and hasn't returned to the underworld to undergo the cycle of reincarnation, he, who possesses the identity of an evil god-king, can still sense the good and evil in mortals.

Characters like Niu Xiaomei have long since lost their balance between good and evil. She is simply a heinous woman who will be reborn as an animal in the underworld.

And it wasn't just her.

Even Ye Lingling and Ye Ruyin, the mother and daughter who possess the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul, are more evil than good, and are not essentially good women.

Let's not talk about things further ahead for now.

Even Ning Rongrong, who is on Dongqing's back at this moment, is only barely maintaining a balance between good and evil. She is not particularly good, but she is not particularly bad either. You could only say that she is a woman who has not done any great bad things, nor has she done any great good things.

It doesn't matter.

Dongqing didn't care whether they were good people or not, he only cared whether they were chaste and loyal to him. He would bear the sins and consequences of their actions alone.

I don't know how long I walked, but the heavy rain gradually stopped.

Just as Ning Rongrong, who was lying on Dongqing's back, couldn't help but doze off, she heard the sounds of chickens, ducks, and barking dogs coming from ahead.

Upon seeing this.

She slid off Dongqing's back, straightened her clothes, and then familiarly hugged Dongqing's arm.

"This... is that... what village?" Ning Rongrong looked left and right, her tone somewhat uncertain.

"Hanako Village," Dong Qing said calmly.

"What a strange name. Why not call it Petal Village?" Ning Rongrong frowned.

A few minutes passed.

After entering the village.

Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with an extraordinary demeanor, immediately attracted the attention of the villagers.

However, since they were wearing masks, the villagers could only conclude that Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong were Soul Masters, but they had no way of guessing their identities.

"Ma Youtie, I never expected you to know a Soul Master?"

"No, Young Master Qing and Miss Ning were just passing through and stopped by our village for a visit."

"You even know the name, and you say you don't recognize me?"

"It's just an alias. That's what they told me. I have no idea what their real name or appearance is."

"really?"

"real."

After confirming that Ma Youtie and the Soul Master did not have a deep relationship, the villagers became extremely pragmatic, scattering like birds and beasts, losing interest in Ma Youtie, and reverting to their previous indifferent expressions.

the other side.

"My esteemed Soul Masters, I am Li Youtian, the village chief of Huazi Village. And this is my son, Li Hongwei..."

A middle-aged man with a slightly cunning appearance, who is Li Youtian, the village chief of Huazi Village.

He was leading a young man with a pockmarked face, who was his son Li Hongwei, to introduce him to Dongqing.

"roll."

Dong Qing flicked his finger, activating a gravity field. A horizontal gravitational force shot out, directly blasting the village chief Li Youtian and his son Li Hongwei away.

"Bang!" A heavy thud as it hit the ground.

Dust billowed up as the father and son collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from their mouths. Their eyes were filled with terror as they looked at Dong Qing, but they dared not hate this terrifying Soul Master. Instead, they secretly resented the bewildered Ma Youtie standing to the side.

It is not that Dongqing oppresses ordinary people.

Leaving aside Li Youtian, all he sees is greed.

Dong Qing had seen this kind of look many times. Many people wanted to curry favor with him in order to gain benefits from him, which was only human nature.

But that Li Hongwei has a dirty mind, and Dongqing can't stand it.

Ignorance, filth, filth.

"It's disgusting! I told you, you shouldn't have come to these villages. But you insisted on coming." Ning Rongrong kicked Dong Qing a few times in anger.

And at that very moment.

Dong Qing keenly noticed that several black particles fell off the spatial soul tool on Ning Rongrong's wrist, and their shape was roughly similar to an insect egg.

These black, egg-like particles trembled slightly upon contact with the ground.

Soon, these black particles came back to life from their semi-dead state, transforming into needle-sized nematodes that swept rapidly toward Li Youtian and his son Li Hongwei.

Because these nematodes are so tiny, only the size of a silver needle, and move at extremely high speeds, they are invisible to ordinary people and are easily burrowed into their bodies.

"Where did it come from?" Dongqing asked softly.

Ning Rongrong, clutching the hem of her clothes, whispered in Dong Qing's ear, "Hehe, this is a little gadget Yanzi gave me. She said that if we can't execute those mortals who dare to offend us in person, we should use this gadget to crawl into their heads."

"I knew she was the one who gave it to me. Logically speaking, they, father and son, don't deserve to die..."

Dong Qing didn't continue speaking; he wouldn't blame those around him because of the life or death of others.

Let's not talk about their private conversation.

After seeing the village chief and his son, who had tried to strike up a conversation with the Soul Master, suddenly being sent flying, the other villagers dared not approach them.

then.

They shoved and pushed Ma Youtie, this honest man, trying to get rid of the terrifying couple as soon as possible. At the same time, they dared not dream of getting closer to the Soul Master anymore.

A Soul Master is a Soul Master, and a mortal is a mortal.

Apart from the low-level deacons of the Spirit Hall who awaken the spirit for six-year-old children every year for free, the vast majority of spirit masters are extremely indifferent and ruthless towards mortals.

"Young Master Qing, Miss Ning, would you like to visit the village again?" Ma Youtie asked cautiously.

Ning Rongrong ignored Ma Youtie, but she didn't try to harm him either. She wasn't that ruthless, but she was indeed disgusted by Li Hongwei's pockmarked face.

That's right. No matter the reason, according to the law jointly promulgated by the Spirit Hall and the two great empires, Ning Rongrong is now undoubtedly an evil spirit master for killing a mortal.

But that's just how unfair the world is.

Because of Dong Qing, Ning Rongrong can trample on the law to a certain extent if she wants to.

"Ma Youtie, where's your brother?" Dong Qing asked calmly.

“He is…” Ma Youtie stammered, suddenly unable to speak.

See here.

Dong Qing quietly unleashed his spiritual power, and based on Ma Youtie's micro-expressions and the direction his eyes unconsciously glanced, he quickly locked onto Ma Youtong, who was among the villagers.

However, seeing that this guy was timid and hesitant, he lost interest in continuing to pay attention to him.

"It's nothing, I was just asking. If he's not here, then forget it." Dong Qing waved his hand.

What followed.

Led by Ma Youtie, Dong Qing took a general look around the village. It was better than the former Holy Soul Village, at least the Martial Soul Branch Hall in the center of the village looked decent.

But that's not surprising.

The Holy Soul Village used to be too remote, and its location was too close to the Star Dou Great Forest. If it weren't for me, the Holy Soul Village probably wouldn't have been able to build a wide road at all.

Thanks to this road that leads directly to Nottingham City, Holy Soul Village is now more than ten times stronger than before, and the entire village is developing into a small town.

After half an hour.

"This is....."

Dong Qing stared into thought as he looked at the mud-brick house in front of him. He wasn't thinking about the mud-brick house itself, but rather that it was a mud-brick house with only half a roof.

Looking at the mud bricks piled up on the open ground next to the house, he knew that the mud-brick house was still under construction.

Unlike Dongqing.

Ning Rongrong didn't react much. In her opinion, all the villagers in these small places were equally poor, and she couldn't tell the difference between the old and new mud-brick houses.

At this time.

Faced with Dong Qing's question, Ma Youtie seemed a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and said, "I got married not long ago and moved out of my brother You Tong's house. The house is not yet built, so please forgive me, Young Master Dong..."

The voice just fell.

A young woman walked in from outside, carrying a yellowish vegetable basket filled with freshly picked sweet potato leaves.

"Who are they...?" the young woman asked curiously.

She wasn't pretty, not pretty at all. Years of hard work had taken their toll, and she didn't look well either. She always seemed like she wouldn't live much longer.

But Ning Rongrong, as a woman and also as an observer, with her keen mind, saw a deep happiness on this woman's face.

So poor, so miserable.

Why does she still feel happy?

Ning Rongrong didn't understand, she really didn't understand at all. She felt that if she lived in such a poor environment, she probably wouldn't be able to last a day.

"Guiying, don't just stand there, hurry up and cook, we have guests." Ma Youtie quickly called out to the young woman, Guiying, and told her to go and cook.

He then hurriedly said to Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong, "Young Master Qing, Miss Ning, this is my wife, Cao Guiying. She just came back from working in the fields and hasn't even had time to wash her face yet. I'm really sorry."

On Ma Youtie's honest and simple face, at this moment, a happy smile, just like Cao Guiying's, appeared, a smile that Ning Rongrong, a princess born into nobility, could not understand.

If the situation weren't so inappropriate, she would have asked, "You two are already so poor, and the house is even half-owned and half-owned. How can you still laugh?"

"It's alright, Ma Youtie. Please sit down. While your wife is cooking, I, on behalf of the Spirit Hall, and she, on behalf of the Heaven Dou Empire, would like to ask you a few simple questions."

Dong Qing casually pulled out a complete set of table and chairs from the inner world of the Sky-Piercing Shuttle, sat down in the main seat, and pulled the bewildered Ning Rongrong to sit next to him.