[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

The endless welcoming procession looks like a winding red dragon from a distance, and the loud sound of gongs and drums is the most realistic portrayal of this happy event. The copper coins, flower petals, and candies that were falling down were all snatched up by the onlookers the moment they touched the ground.

——The whole city was cheering and celebrating, except for the dirty rats in the ditch.

The crackling sound of firecrackers welcomed the newcomers.

Old Ding looked intently and saw a young man in a bright red wedding dress holding a red silk hand and leading out the beautiful lady in the sedan chair.

He had never seen the Tang Sect Master and his sister, but looking at the respectful gestures of the people around them, the identities of these two people were immediately revealed.

Compared with the big guys in the real world who have left their names in history, at first glance, this Tang Sanye seemed a little weak.

Although his pale face was slightly flushed due to joy, he still looked like a "sick and weak person".

——He does not look like a high-ranking person who controls the lifeblood of a city, but his image is more consistent with those "sick young people" who need to be happy.

...But consistent with the rumors, he seems to be really good to his sister.

Old Ding looked at Tang Sanye's careful movements and fell into deep thought.

There was a sincere smile on the young man's face, and his finger bones fell into lingering red waves. He nodded politely to everyone, but his eyes lingered on the bride beside him for a moment.

Whether it was reminding her to pay attention to her feet, or rejecting compliments with a smile... In every aspect, he paid more attention and cared to her than she did.

If you don't know your identity, you can indeed say "a match made in heaven" without any psychological burden.

However, according to common sense, Lao Ding does not think that "brother-sister incest" will really happen safely.

Although there are no elders pressing down on them, the secular concepts formed over a long time are a sharp sword that "kills people".

No matter how arrogant the power is, it is difficult to block the mouths of all living beings.

Not to mention, if they have been leaning on each other as brother and sister since childhood...will everything really go smoothly after they transform into a couple?

And speaking of it, it seems that he hasn't heard what the "sister" thinks about the wedding.

Is it wishful thinking and taking by force, or is it mutual love and worldly incompatibility?

Old Ding frowned, shook his body and wanted to go forward and take a look. The excitement in front of him made him a little flustered. The cheers and cheers penetrated his ears from time to time, but without exception, they were not what he wanted to hear.

Come closer, come closer...

"Oh!"

He seemed to have bumped into someone else.

Old Ding's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously turned his head and looked into a pair of deep eyes.

There was no time to think about how he, who was a ghost, could possibly come into contact with a physical entity. Faced with the rough palm that reached over, the rickety man subconsciously shrank back.

"This guest, where is your invitation?"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Old Ding swallowed and forced himself to calm down: "I am a juggler who was invited to perform."

"Are you from the song and dance troupe?" The old man smiled.

The stagnant air began to flow again, and Old Ding smiled flatteringly: "Yes."

"Your seats are over there." Butler Tang pointed to a table in the corner, "The previous process is almost done, I will trouble you later. When the banquet is over, go to Asin to get something. It's rare. At times like this, it would be great to make life easier and faster.”

His words were a little vague, but strangely they didn't sound awkward.

"it is good."

Old Ding nodded obediently and walked towards that place step by step under the kind and kind eyes of the old man.

I don't know what happened just now, but in a flash, the protagonists who caused the noise have left, leaving only the guests who came to eat and watch the fun.

He is still looking at me...

Lao Ding tried his best to stay calm and not let himself retreat even a little bit under the sticky gaze behind him.

"Idiot..."

The low sigh triggered a clamoring sense of crisis.

The second the words fell, the man ran forward with all his strength while subconsciously turning back. He thought that what he was fighting against was the deep restraint, but he never thought that it was actually an outward rejection and squeeze.

The old man behind him disappeared, only a few old branches were waving randomly.

The next second, the invisible air pressure condensed into a huge palm, and the top of the sharp branch was about to stab Old Ding and slapped him on the shoulder.

"hiss--"

He was pushed away.

The red on both sides of the corners of his eyes distorted his vision, and he was greeted by one frightened face after another.

Some are stained with blood and covered with ravines, and some are covered with heavy makeup, looking funny and ridiculous... They seem familiar, with a disgusting stench.

But soon, those faces turned into stars and disappeared, revealing the silver-white passage hidden behind them.

It is like a galaxy, mysterious and has no end in sight.

Several strange-shaped mirror fragments floated in front of him, exuding a faint silvery white light.

"..."

"Are you ok?"

A soft female voice came from the front. Old Ding looked up and saw a woman with her hair in a woman's bun.

"Meow~"

He opened his mouth and a word came out of his throat.

"It's so pitiful." The woman lowered her eyebrows and reached out to pick up the bloody black cat in front of her.

Old Ding raised his paw uncontrollably, as if he wanted to smooth the woman's eyebrows.

He turned into a cat, a cat that had suffered a lot but seemed to be about to be taken in by a kind person.

"My concubine."

The Qingjun man came from not far away and stroked the white jade hairpin in the woman's hair.

Old Ding lay obediently on the woman's lap, feeling frightened.

He had just seen this face not long ago - it was the head of the Tang Sect!

But it feels a little different.

Old Ding shrank.

If he thought that the head of the Tang Sect was a poor person who was innocently affected, he no longer had such naive thoughts at all!

The pear-white gown could not hide the dirty smell of blood under the skin.

No matter how warm his smile was, the awe-inspiring coldness emanating from his body made his gentleness even more false.

...How many people did he kill? !

Old Ding was a little surprised and his fur started to tremble.

The cat's subconscious crisis response made him want to scratch these two people.

"The wind is a bit strong, why don't you put on more clothes when you come out?" The owner said, taking off his cloak and wrapping it around the woman's shoulders.

He looked down at the dirty cat with a dull expression: "Do you want to raise a cat?"

"I just see it as pitiful." The woman's voice was very soft, like the morning light on the horizon, which neutralized the coldness on the door owner's body and made it harmless.

However, her fingers were too cold. Old Ding, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was trembling with coldness from the tip of his nose.

He looked around and saw a pair of peaceful eyes.

——glistening in the sun.

Eyes can best reflect a person's personality.

This is a truth that Lao Ding has always believed in.

Therefore, when his companions are confused by the boss's beautiful and ascetic appearance, he can always stay awake.

"Resurrection" is a tortured game, both psychologically and physically.

In terms of death methods: being tortured and killed by bosses is the most common, and others... there are even more cruel ones.

Some people fancifully want to have an earth-shattering love affair with someone with outstanding appearance, but love - is the least worth mentioning thing here.

The bosses have no heart, they will just treat you like an ant in their hands and play with you - they don't trust anyone.

But the emotion reflected in the woman's eyes made Old Ding stunned.

The NPCs in "Resurrection" all seem to be crazy. Even though they are wearing human skin, they have already turned into wild beasts with red eyes.

However, today, he saw something different.

It was the freshness that came from the bones, like the dew on the tips of buds in the morning, refreshing—it was incompatible with this dark, bloody and sticky world.

"You are not in good health." The door owner's eyes were full of love and pity. "You can keep it if you want. I'll ask Suixin to find a doctor. Be good, go change clothes first, it won't be good if you get infected."

As he spoke, he took Lao Ding away from the warm embrace.

Strangely enough, when he saw the cold woman, Lao Ding felt peaceful in his heart. At this moment, despite being exposed to a large amount of sunlight, he felt like he was soaking in a cold pool.

so cold...

He struggled to move his body, but was restrained by the slender hands and could not move.

"Meow~"

The weak cat whimpered for help.

"I don't seem to know how to hold it." The owner smiled apologetically at his sister and said in a gentle tone, "My brother is too clumsy."

The woman didn't blame him, she reached out and held his wrist and rubbed it comfortingly: "Brother has never raised a cat, so I don't know how to make them comfortable. Are there a lot of things recently? The dark circles are coming out. At least Suixin or Lin Uncle, please share some of the burden for you."

The cat that caused the dispute was put aside. The owner of the door clasped her fingers with his backhand and kissed her gently: "It's okay, just be busy for a while. I sent Suixin to find something. At this time, , being busy in times of turmoil is the norm.”

Seeing that he didn't mention Butler Tang, the woman gave him a slight glare: "I know, but have you made Uncle Lin angry again? He came to me to complain yesterday!"

"It's just different concepts." The sect leader smiled lightly and said, "Don't think too much. The most important thing is to maintain your health with peace of mind."

They cuddled up to each other and chatted nonsense. They looked very close, and they looked like a couple.

Old Ding wanted to stay away to see what the situation was like, but he didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or other reasons. The black cat's body could only support him to stay here and listen to the sweet words of the two people.

pain……

"Whoosh——"

The burning pain was like a fire burning through its whole body.

Lao Ding's eyes were distracted, and he weakly raised his eyes to glare at the blazing sun above his head, as if blaming it for emitting too much heat.

It's not like getting a sunburn.

The fragile soul groaned in pain, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The aroma of burnt protein made Old Ding feel nauseous. His long hair curled up and bent inward, and invisible flames welded it in place and burned it.

He seemed to understand how those in the east wing died...

Lao Ding was thinking in a daze, and the clear scenery in front of him gradually blurred.

In a daze, he seemed to see the dazzling white sun as a cold and distant moon. In the bright moon stood a man swallowed by blood. He squinted and looked at the human world like a joke.

It really... hurts.

Being chased by tree demons and being roasted to death... Old Ding's eyes turned black and he fainted again. He only hoped that the following plot would make him live more comfortably.

At least... give it a body that can move freely.

……

"Old Ding! Old Ding!"

The rickety man lying on the luxurious blanket woke up faintly, and a familiar face came into view. He breathed a sigh of relief... It was finally over.

Sister Yu helped him sit up: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Old Ding waved his hand and looked around: "Where are Mrs. Zhao and Aman?"

Sister Yu's expression was ugly: "I don't know, I only found you and Chuan Qi when I woke up."

Two more people disappeared...

Old Ding gritted his teeth and told the urgency in his heart not to overtake his reason.

He looked at the small golden cage he found in the blood pool and said, "Hand it to me."

Sister Yu heard the words and immediately obeyed: "What's wrong?"

Lao Ding said nothing, and his rough fingertips slid over the small object inch by inch. It's not very big and can fit in the palm of your hand. Except that the color is brilliant gold, it seems to be no different from those ordinary birdcages.

There seemed to be some uneven patterns on the pole.

A flash of light flashed through his mind quickly: This is...

"Um~"

【Ding! 】

The man's cry sounded at the same time as the task panel was refreshed:

【

‘Final Chapter’ – The treasure has been activated.

Task Tip: In T City, there is such a rumor circulating.

It is said that... you will eventually be eaten by monsters waiting for an opportunity.

--It's called greed. (collapsed)

Preliminary task: Sneak into the Tangmen mansion (completed).

Main mission: 1. Find the evil ghost’s ‘treasure’.

2 Escape from the Tangmen mansion and kill the evil ghost.

(Clue 1 has been activated: You have accidentally released the imprisoned canary. Please restore everything to its original state before midnight. Otherwise, there will be three more innocent souls in the west wing who don’t know where to go.

Clue 2 has been activated: evil spirits will only lower their heads in front of treasures (extra plot has been distributed).

Clue 3 is not active. )

】

After roughly glancing at the refreshed mission information, the only three people left looked at each other.

Chuan Qi didn't ask any idiotic questions like "Are we the three of us alone?" and said solemnly: "I just dreamed about the Tang Sect Master and his sister. What about you?"

Sister Yu nodded: "Me too, I saw them getting married, and then I drank some water while eating and suddenly fainted, and then I woke up. What about you?"

"Same as before, but I didn't eat." Old Ding frowned and added while thinking: "I was discovered by Butler Tang. He seemed to be able to use the power of trees. When he was being chased... someone pushed him I gave it a try, and then I turned into a seriously injured and dying cat, and saw the door owner’s sister..."

He recounted the scene in detail: "...after I woke up, I saw Sister Yu calling me."

"You also woke up after fainting?" Sister Yu guessed, "Couldn't the things we dreamed about just now be clues?"

"Maybe," Lao Ding said, "but I said I fainted, but in fact I feel like I was burned to death."

"Burn to death?"

Lao Ding nodded: "Yes, but it may also be an illusion caused by the sun being too big at that time. I think the order in which we woke up has something to do with how many things we saw."

As he spoke, he took out a few pages and began to rub them.

Chuan Qi finally said: "What I saw in the front part was similar to that of Lao Ding, but when it turned into a cat in the back, I escaped and did not stay with the door owner and his sister."

"Then what?" Lao Ding asked, "What did you see?"

Chuan Qi was silent for a moment: "..."

His expression was a little distorted, as if he was stuck in a problem that led a cow down a well.

After a long while, he struggled and said: "...hell."

"I saw hell," he repeated.

Chuan Qi's hands kept shaking, and his voice gradually became hoarse: "There are corpses everywhere, with broken limbs. Many heads have been cut off and rolled everywhere. Under the bloody moon, there is someone holding a Holding a hammer, he bent over as if he was hammering something."

"I, I didn't see clearly..." He took a deep breath and licked his dry lips: "He was very strong, and he smashed those... probably severed heads, brains, etc. Everything else... flew out, and even the ground was... full of those..."

"Yuck~"

Sister Yu covered her chest, and her uncontrollable reaction interrupted his description.

Chuan Qi came back to his senses, swallowed the words on his lips, and changed the subject: "I accidentally made some noise. When he found out, he took out the crossbow arrow and gave it to me. Finally, like you, I woke up. ...Just, no more.”

"Nothing."

He repeated it again, as if telling himself not to sink into that horrific scene.

The other two people who did not face the impact tried to control themselves not to think too much. Old Ding coughed twice, breaking the eerie silence.

"Let's talk about the first mission first."