[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Walking inward from the main road, when encountering inspectors, he would use Qinggong to silently pass over their heads. With Meng Jiang's speed, he could screen each layer quickly.

While Meng Jiang was clinging to the ceiling, she discovered a brass pipe hidden in a gap in the stone wall. When she got closer, she could hear small sounds coming from inside, including conversations, laughter, and even the ambiguous smile of a woman. ——This is the sound transmission channel.

Meng Jiang immediately realized that at the end of these sound transmission channels, there must be the person behind the scenes.

After passing the route just now, Meng Jiang constructed a rough map in her mind. At this time, she went down the pipe and gradually reached the bottom layer, so her sweet laughter gradually became louder.

This sound was not unfamiliar to Meng Jiang, and she immediately realized what kind of place it was - a brothel.

The women here sit naked in the room waiting for possible guests. They have no freedom, no goals, no hope. They stay in this darkness day after day, like the cheapest items, with no dignity at all.

They had no clothes to wear, because their status prevented them from wearing clothes; their eyes were gouged out, and their eyelids were sewn using a special technique. The position of the eyes became a terrifying and strange blank, because in the darkness they No need to use eyes to see.

Meng Jiang gritted his teeth, his heart filled with violent anger.

A door nearby suddenly opened, and a man's rough voice came, "Why are you still holding me back? Do you still want to ask me for that snuff bottle?"

The woman who came out softly begged: "Please, as long as you give it to me, I can do anything."

The man sneered and asked: "You don't take snuff, why do you need this snuff bottle?"

The woman murmured softly, as if she was talking about a beautiful dream, "I like it... I like the pictures engraved on it. I can feel it, and I know it is a landscape engraved on it, just like the mountains in my hometown. Just like water, when I touch it, I feel like I'm back home again..."

She begged and grabbed the man: "Please, give it to me! I thought I was a dead person, but when I touched it, I seemed to be alive again. When I touched it, I seemed to feel I can endure any pain. I have never liked something so much. Please give it to me. Next time you come, I will definitely..."

But before she could finish her words, she heard a crisp sound, and the man slapped her in the face. Meng Jiang clearly saw that the woman's naked body fell onto the hard and cold stone ground, and the rough ground immediately left large scratches on her body.

The man had no pity or sympathy, and his heart was so hard that he could imagine it was a stone. His words were cruel and ruthless, "You should keep your hands to touch men, because you are like this..."

Someone suddenly jumped out from the side and bumped into the man. It was a woman coming from the other direction. The place where her eyes should have been was blank. Behind her, there was a strange and handsome man with a light fragrance of tulips.

Meng Jiang frowned, wrinkled his nose and held his breath to avoid smelling the scent of flowers and snuff in the air. He bent down to pick up the snuff bottle at his feet and put it into a pear velvet silk bag, instantly blocking out the smell that the snuff bottle continued to emit.

The snuff bottle could not be found, and the man and woman who had just arrived quickly got rid of the inspectors and left as a last resort. Meng Jiang saw that the woman went back to her room with a painful look on her face after enduring some torture, lay down, and whispered with her back to the door. Crying, but unable to shed tears at all.

Touching the package at his waist, Meng Jiang took out the snuff bottle again and placed it in the woman's hand.

The woman was frightened and let out a small exclamation. When she found out what was in her hand, she immediately became happy, as if all the pain had disappeared. She solemnly pressed the snuff bottle under the pillow and leaned over to hug Meng Jiang, " Thank you, I, I don’t know how to thank you, I have nothing but..."

As she hugged Meng Jiang's waist, she heard Meng Jiang say softly, "I don't need this."

The woman was startled again: "...Are you a woman?"

"I am." Meng Jiang held her hand, and the dark dust was lifted the moment he touched her.

"Woman...I can also do it for you..." The woman bit her lip and leaned over to wrap her arms around Meng Jiang again as if she had made up her mind. "I can only thank you in this way."

"I told you, I don't need this." Meng Jiang touched her hair, "Do you have a name? Do you remember where your home is? I'll take you home."

"I don't have a name. I was bought here when I was very young. I have long forgotten where my home is. I only remember that it is a beautiful place with mountains and water." The woman's voice was choked, "And... I can't go back anymore. ”

Her eyes, her body and even her soul had rotted away in the torture of darkness day after day.

Meng Jiang listened to her quietly, and then said, "But if you want, you can choose to leave here, leave Bat Island, and I will take you away."

"...can you leave?" The woman's voice was trembling.

When she touched the snuff bottle and recalled home, all the pain on Bat Island seemed to become clear again. She was no longer numb, and with hopeless hope, she was ready to endure more endless pain.

But now, someone told her that she could be taken away.

"As long as you want, I can take you away." Meng Jiang spoke firmly, taking out a set of his own clothes and putting them into the woman's arms, "If you want, you can choose to put on this set of clothes, and I will take you away. This dress isn’t new, but I’ve only worn it once or twice, so I hope you don’t dislike it.”

"...I want to leave!" The woman hugged the clothes in her arms tightly and burst into tears. "I don't dislike it! Really, I don't dislike it. I don't know how long it has been since I wore clothes. I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that I won't even wear clothes." I forgot to wear them..."

"Let me help you." Meng Jiang hugged her comfortingly, his voice and movements were extremely gentle.

Starting from the undergarment, then to the top and bottom skirt, then to the shoes and socks, and then took two hair ties, one simply tied up the loose hair, and the other tied up the snuff bottle and hung it on her chest and neck.

The smooth fabric rubbed against the sensitive skin, covering up all the wounds, giving her a bright image again. The woman trembled, suddenly hugged Meng Jiang, and said "thank you" in a choked voice.

"Do you want to give yourself a name?" Meng Jiang asked softly, as softly as if he was afraid of disturbing the fish swimming in the water.

"...I wonder if my benefactor would like to tell me your name?" The woman looked up from Meng Jiang's arms and said timidly, holding the snuff bottle.

"No need to call me 'Benefactor', my name is Meng Jiang."

"Okay..." the woman pursed her lips, "Then, Miss Meng, can you give me a name? I, I don't know what to name..."

"Well, let me think about it..." Meng Jiang didn't refuse. He pointed his finger at his lips and muttered, "Do you like the blue sky? Do you like the blue sea?"

"I like it." The woman nodded, "As long as it's the world outside Bat Island, I like it."

"Then let's call it 'Fang Lan', okay? 'Fang' comes from my master's surname, and 'Lan' refers to the blue sky and blue sea." Meng Jiang said with a smile, "What a coincidence, the skirt you are wearing is also blue. "

Fang Lan lowered his head and smiled happily, boldly groping for Meng Jiang's clothes, "Well, this name is really nice, I like it very much."

"Then we have to leave." Meng Jiang said.

Taking a step forward, Fang Lan suddenly panicked as she thought of something, "Wait! Outside... is there light outside? No, I can't leave... I can't leave..."

Meng Jiang looked at the blank space in her eyes: "Lanlan." She called softly, "If it's because of your eyes, I can help you cover them."

"...Have you seen everything?" Fang Lan realized something, her voice trembled, as if she had heard the most terrifying and desperate thing, and her face suddenly turned pale.

"I can see. The darkness will not affect my vision." Meng Jiang took a step forward and raised his hand to cover her eyes. "Don't be afraid, Lanlan, you have been hurt by evil people."

"Don't you find it disgusting and terrifying?" Fang Lan muttered.

"No." Meng Jiang shook his head, "I said, you are the victim, and the people who hurt you are disgusting."

"Lanlan, if given the chance, are you willing to take revenge?"

Rakshasa whispered in her ear, his voice was bewitching.

The seeds of hatred are buried deep in the ground, gradually withering under the dry earth. Suddenly a sweet rain fell from the sky, the soil was moist, and the seeds gradually became full and began to sprout and grow. The growing tree was trimmed off excess branches by a pair of hands and transformed into a perfect appearance.

The best way to pull out the thorn in Fang Lan's heart, heal her wounds, reshape her soul, and mend her broken dignity is to let her avenge herself.

Only in this way can she completely leave behind the painful past and start a new life.

"I... Mr. Bat..." She held the snuff bottle tightly, her voice a little difficult.

"Lanlan, if you want, I will help you. There is no need to be afraid, you just need to speak your true inner thoughts." Rakshasa followed the instructions and gradually brought out the darkest thoughts in her heart.

"I want to!" Fang Lan said with difficulty but firmly, "I have never dreamed of it... I want to kill him. I want him to feel the pain I have suffered."

"Okay, I'll help you." Meng Jiang rubbed her hair, "Good girl, you will take revenge with your own hands."

This day was the day that changed Fang Lan's life. The god came to her side, and she received his mercy and salvation. From then on, the light will always be with her.

Meng Jiang put on Fang Lan's cloak and hood, and then took her out of the narrow and crude stone room.

Quickly locating Tang San through his perception, Meng Jiang Hansheng said remotely, "Tang San, have you finished your work? No matter how fast you speed up, I want to find that Bat Master, and I want to make him answer for what he has done. To pay the price.”

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