[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

The man smelled of alcohol, and his brain, numbed by low-quality alcohol, only knew how to dig out some valuable things from the already dilapidated place that could barely be called "home" to buy alcohol and gamble.

Next to him were the cries of women and the sobbing of children. The sharp sounds were like saw teeth, cutting back and forth on the nerves in his brain that had been ravaged by desire and were fragile. So, of course, the man, who had always had a bad temper, exploded and waved away the woman's arm that was holding on to his arm.

A drunk person can only use brute force, let alone control his own strength. On the contrary, every move he makes is natural and without any scruples. He takes money from his family as a matter of course, beats his wife and daughter as a matter of course, and destroys the family bit by bit as a matter of course.

The woman screamed, fell to the ground dullly, and lost her voice. The man was leaning against the door in a daze, holding a silver hairpin he had plundered from home—a gift he gave to his new wife when he and the woman first got married.

Next, there was the uncontrollable scream of a child.

Her temple hit the sharp corner of the stone stove, and hot blood gushed out from the woman's forehead. Meng Jiang crawled over and tried to cover it tremblingly, but was so hot that he suddenly withdrew his hand.

Aroused by the blood in her eyes, countless memories suddenly appeared in her mind. The dusty memories washed away the five short years of poor life in her barren little mind.

Her dark eyes widened, and she opened and closed her lips to squeeze out a hoarse name from her throat, but it was completely different from the language on this continent.

"……mother?"

"What are you talking about?" The man was startled out of his daze by the child's voice, and the smell of alcohol rushed back to his head. The fear of accidentally killing his wife was suppressed. He looked at Meng Jiang and suddenly had a new idea.

Although this girl is very thin, it can be seen that she is a beauty.

"Let's go! Come with me!" The man grabbed Meng Jiang's arm and dragged her out of the house, cursing and saying something, "I raised you for five years in vain if you weren't my son. Now it's time for you to repay me. !”

"Wait until I sell you to a brothel, and then use the money to buy wine! Now that bitch can't protect you anymore!"

He didn't see that the eyes of Meng Jiang who was being pulled by him were full of crazy murderous intent.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the man's arm. Meng Jiang bit the man's forearm hard. With such force, he actually tore off a piece of flesh from the not-so-strong arm!

"what!!"

He screamed and kicked the girl away. He stumbled to the ground and rolled around with his arms folded in his arms.

Meng Jiang vomited the disgusting piece of meat in his mouth, ignored the pain in his body, got up and threw himself at the silver hairpin that the man had thrown away when he fell to the ground, and then used all his strength to pierce the sharp head of the silver hairpin into the man's heart. .

The man's cry suddenly stopped, his body twitched twice, and he stopped breathing.

*****

Tang San was attracted by the movement in the woods.

He had been in this forest many times, but he always took the same road - the road to the mountain behind the village. He practiced Tang Clan Kung Fu, and his ears and eyesight were sharp, but today he suddenly heard a sound deep in the woods. After he couldn't restrain his curiosity and the worry caused by the sound, he saw such a tragic scene.

A thin girl dressed in rags, who looked about the same age as herself, held a silver hairpin and stabbed it into the man's heart without hesitation. What shocked him the most were the words that the girl repeated like crazy. That was the language he was most familiar with in his previous life but did not exist on Douluo Continent.

The girl said: "Beast! Die! Die! Die -!"

And what followed the words "Go to hell" were the hairpins piercing into the man's heart one after another, and a bloody soul that was gradually going crazy and full of evil thoughts.

He couldn't help but ran over and grabbed the girl's arm: "Stop!"

Tang San has been practicing since he was over a year old, and his strength is much greater than that of his peers. The girl he caught stopped immediately.

Then he saw the girl's scarlet eyes blink, her neck turned stiffly, like a rusty machine, and when the other party saw him clearly, she suddenly rushed over, like a little girl with red eyes. Beast, wanton and crazy.

Tang San was accidentally thrown to the ground, and then the girl's hand holding the hairpin began to press down, actually wanting to kill him.

"Hey! Wake up!"

He raised his voice and shouted, exerting force on his waist, their bodies fell down, and Tang San pushed the girl to the ground.

In this position, it was difficult for the girl to exert force and be easily controlled. Tang San was afraid that the other party would continue to go crazy without his life, so he simply removed the girl's arms.

"Well--!"

The girl let out a cry of pain from her throat, and the hairpin fell to the ground, its silver smooth surface still stained with red blood.

Then, the blood in those eyes faded away, and in the blink of an eye, the girl shed two lines of clear tears from the corners of her eyes, which instantly disappeared into her long black hair.

"I, yes, I'm sorry!"

Tang San suddenly panicked.

*****

The noisy memories in his mind gradually subsided like a turbulent wave, and what finally took over was the Meng Jiang who broke into another world and suffered amnesia, not the ordinary five-year-old girl who was timid and cowardly.

——She remembered it all.

Her chest burned inexplicably, as if there was a fire burning there, and the pain in her arms and the boy's young but clear voice gradually made her eyes clear. The malice and hostility in her chest were suppressed, and Meng Jiang was still crying. Choking, "My arm."

It was in a language that perhaps only two of them in the world could understand.

The memories of two lifetimes were superimposed, and she still remembered what the boy shouted just now, and at the same time, she had a guess about the origin of the other person.

"Ah? Oh!"

Tang San was stunned, then quickly turned over and got off Meng Jiang, helped Meng Jiang stand up, and put back the arm that he had just removed.

The pain was even worse these two times, but Meng Jiang remained silent this time. He endured the pain and moved his arms twice, then silently stood up and walked into the dimly lit dilapidated house.

Tang San hesitated for a moment, picked up the silver hairpin that fell on the ground, and chose to follow in.

Meng Jiang walked back to the house and knelt beside the woman. The blood on the woman's forehead gradually stopped flowing. Meng Jiang followed the woman's messy hair, bent down to the other woman's ear, and said softly: "Mom, that beast hurt you and wants to sell me into a brothel. So I killed him."

Then she thought for a while and said, "I know Mom still misses him, so I buried you two together, but I have to dig two holes. He is so bad and doesn't deserve to be close to you."

After saying that, Meng Jiang stood up, went behind the door and took out a shovel, and then came over to try to carry the woman's body on the ground on his back.

"Let me help you." Tang San took a step forward.

Meng Jiang glanced at him and acquiesced to his help.

The two buried the two bodies deep in the woods next to the house. Meng Jiang stood next to the mound and suddenly said: "You are good at removing my arms."

Tang San couldn't hear the girl's tone and couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm, so he apologized again: "I'm sorry." He took out the silver hairpin that had been wiped clean of blood, "I'll give this back to you."

Meng Jiang silently took the hairpin and removed the strip of cloth used to tie her hair. Her long black curly hair fell down and was tied up again with the hairpin.

"Thank you, and I don't blame you." She said softly.

"...Hmm." The atmosphere was awkward for a moment. Tang San thought it over again, looked at Meng Jiang's expression and no longer looked overly sad, and asked tentatively, "Are you too...?"

"Of course." Meng Jiang nodded, "Otherwise, what language would I be speaking to you now? There is only one common language in this continent."

"Indeed." Tang San was even more embarrassed, and realized that he had asked a stupid question, but the situation really made him at a loss - he had seen the other person murder someone when they first met, and he had just helped someone bury his adoptive parents.

Meng Jiang stretched out his pale finger, pointed at the pile of soil, and said: "You saw me killing people, and you helped me bury them, so now you and I are grasshoppers on the same rope. I killed that beast You can't tell anyone about it, otherwise I will make you unlucky too."

No matter how bad that man is, his murder should be dealt with by the law, and it is not advisable to kill him yourself, not to mention that the other person is his adoptive father.

But this is her home and she can't be kicked out.

So she began to threaten Tang San.

Seeing that the other party was wearing patched clothes and was as thin as a bamboo pole, he must have had poor family conditions. If he didn't want to be kicked out of the village, he had to agree to his request.

"I won't tell it."

Tang San found the other party's threat somewhat amusing. He was from the Tang Sect, so he naturally had lives on his hands, and he understood that that man deserved to die.

That kind of person is not worthy of being a husband or a father.

Meng Jiang turned around and looked at the boy in front of him. Because he had the same experience as him and the help he had just received, he felt a little cordial, so he said: "Introduce yourself, I am Meng Jiang, from Penglai, now She’s just a five-year-old girl.”

The serious introduction made Tang San finally realize that this might be the only person in the world who had a similar experience to himself. He then looked into the girl's dark eyes, as if they were dotted with thick ink. Those eyes were dark without a trace of light, and seemed a bit depressing in the sunlight. It seemed like it had been raining heavily all year round. Even if the other party didn't shed any more tears now, Tang San felt that she Crying. Thinking of himself, he suddenly felt a little sympathy and heartache for Meng Jiang.

So Tang San smiled, imitating Meng Jiang's somewhat humorous introduction, and said: "I am Tang San, from the Tang Sect. Now... I am only a five-year-old child."

Meng Jiang was surprised for a moment. She said that she was a disciple of Penglai, but it was just a habit in the world to report one's family background, but she didn't expect that the other party was actually from a Tang clan.

"Then do you often break your legs in Qinggong?"

"...What?" Tang San was a little confused when asked.

Then Meng Jiang understood that his Tang Sect was not the Tang Sect in her world. After all, if it was the Tang Sect, it would be impossible not to know the story "Tangjia Fort, Broken Leg Fort".

The light smile at the corner of her mouth became much smaller, and she raised her hand to hold her burning chest, "I lost my memory when I came here, and my body shrunk to the size of a baby. I just regained my memory. This time Only then did I have the ability to kill that person. I guess the way I looked just now scared you, right? Although I wasn’t quite sober at the time, I should also apologize for wanting to kill you, I’m sorry.”

"Actually, it's okay. I wasn't scared at all. And you also said that you were unconscious at the time, so there's no need to apologize..." Tang San touched his nose, thinking that actually Meng Jiang couldn't kill him at that time, but instead It was him who removed the other person's arm, "I found myself in Douluo Continent after I was born."

"After birth..." Meng Jiang thought, "It seems that I was born in a body, and you were in the soul, or in other words, in the fetus."

Thanks to a part of the memory shared with a certain person in her mind, she successfully found three words from a bunch of modern time-travel novels that accurately summarized the status of the two people.

The burning in his chest got even worse. Meng Jiang put down his hands and turned around to walk back. "I'm going home. The blood stains at home still need to be cleaned up. You can go back too."

"Hey, Meng Jiang!" Tang San suddenly called her from behind, "How about... you come to my house? There's no one to take care of you at home now. You're a girl, and you're still so young, so it's not safe. "

Indeed, even though Meng Jiang has matured mentally, her body is still that of a five-year-old girl. She cannot do many things, and her family has no income. How should she support herself?

"No, thank you for your kindness. I can do it by myself." Meng Jiang didn't look back and pressed her hot chest hard again, "Go back..."

She wanted to persuade Tang San to go back, but she stumbled suddenly, and the flames in her chest finally burned along her veins and spread all over her body. Her vision went dark, she fainted, and fell headlong into the woods.