[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

Lao Ding looked at them: "What do you think?"

"..."

There was an uncomfortable silence, and Sister Yu struggled to speak: "I think the evil ghost... should be obvious."

She raised her head in begging for help, and her erratic tone was completely opposite to what she wanted to express in her words: "Is it the Tang Sect leader?"

If not, she really couldn't think of any other answer.

Although she had initially considered whether they might be the dead in those wing rooms, but...according to the system's habits, she still felt that their mission target was the one most closely related to the main mission.

Chuan Qi raised his hand: "I agree."

Lao Ding has no objection to this.

In the few minutes he spent as a cat, the seemingly harmless Tang Sect Master left a deep enough impression on him. It was like crawling out of a mountain of corpses, not only the smell, but also the piercing murderous intent.

He actually had some doubts... whether the fact that "he" was placed on the stone table and then died was a conspiracy planned by the sect leader.

That kind of compulsion to break away but being choked - now thinking back on it, Lao Ding can't help but feel a little creepy.

"Very good, we have reached an agreement." Sister Yu took over the topic and shrugged: "Now it's the turn of 'Jewel', which one do you prefer?"

Chuan Qi looked at her deeply: "Isn't this... also obvious?"

"The problem is it's so obvious."

Sister Yu was not surprised at all that he saw through her little thoughts, and she expressed her views straightforwardly: "It's so obvious... Do you dare to fill in this answer directly?"

——The sister of the head of the Tang Sect.

Chuan Qi sighed and said nothing.

Lao Ding had a different opinion: "Are you asking us to fill in her name?"

It's not like this has never happened before.

Sister Yu and Chuan Qi couldn't help but look at each other after hearing this, feeling that this guess might be somewhat possible.

"After all, judging from the reaction of the sect master..." Old Ding smiled bitterly, "I really don't think there is any object or person in his heart... that can compare to his sister."

"...right, Kawaki?"

He looked at the strong man with his head lowered, his meaning unclear.

Although it was not stated clearly, the identity of the person Chuan Qi last saw... Needless to say, others could more or less guess.

"Then have you ever thought about why he killed so many people?" Chuan Qi still seemed not to want to admit the answer, "'The evil ghost lost the treasure', but the sect leader did not lose his sister, so this is simply not true.

"Ah!"

The sudden sneer made the atmosphere tense.

The man who had recovered from his nightmare stood up and walked out.

Sister Yu frowned: "Chuan Qi, where are you going?"

"If you have different opinions, you will not agree with each other." Without looking back, he opened the door and said, "Since we have different opinions, our cooperation ends here."

Then, as if Chuan Qi had nothing to say to them anymore, he strode out of sight of the two of them.

Sister Yu's face darkened, but she didn't say anything to save her. Although "Nightingale" has a decent relationship with their organization, in the final analysis, in the game "Resurrection", everyone is the enemy. It would be nice to have cooperation, but if there wasn't...she wouldn't lick her face and force it.

It's a pity that one of the combat capabilities has been lost... With Aman missing, the current situation is really not good.

"Old Ding..."

"He hid something from us."

The two spoke at the same time, but the content was completely different.

Sister Yu immediately reacted and smashed the mattress hard: "I'm telling you! He looked like he wanted to take off on the spot, so that's what he was doing!"

"It doesn't matter." Old Ding looked indifferent, and the smile at the corner of his mouth made him look a little weird: "I can probably guess what he is hiding. The most important thing now is probably the matter in the North Campus."

"North Court?"

Sister Yu looked a little struggling: "That's the boss's territory. Do you want to just break in like this?"

"We have no time." Old Ding's movements were a little slow. He stood up from the ground with the hand extended by Sister Yu: "The clue said that midnight is our last deadline."

He pointed to the sky outside the window.

During the time they were asleep, the high-hanging sun had sunk beneath the sea level. At this time, the moon, which was faintly revealing some blood, was swaying peacefully in the sky.

"Fuck!" Sister Yu cursed, "Another canary ran out. According to this description, it must be Miss Tang. Who let her out?"

Seeing her acquiescence, Old Ding didn't say anything. He was actually a little confused about this. Because in this story, I don’t know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that... Miss Tang’s presence was a bit too low.

The important identity of the boss's lover is completely inconsistent with the length of the story she currently occupies.

Did he miss something?

It can't be...it's because that person himself is opposed to this sinful world, right?

Thinking of the woman shining brightly in the sunlight, Old Ding thought happily.

Putting the note they accidentally touched into their pockets, the two of them looked around at their surroundings.

At around midnight, there was nothing but the wind in the courtyard - even the ubiquitous servants in the Tang Sect had disappeared.

what happened?

Old Ding subconsciously touched the small cage in his left hand, always feeling that... this was a very important thing.

"...let's go."

Shadows, one high and one low, moved furtively toward the forbidden area, and the eyes in the darkness watched expressionlessly as they went further and further away. A few of them wanted to scream uncontrollably, but were patted on the head by the locust tree in the courtyard.

【To shut up. 】

The infiltration went surprisingly smoothly.

Through the garden, it was an unimpeded journey to the north. The whole process went so smoothly that both parties involved, Lao Ding and Sister Yu, couldn't believe it.

There was no pursuit or interception, no hidden weapons... The North Campus, which was strictly guarded during the day, actually opened its mind to the darkness so nakedly.

Although they had some doubts, the passing time did not give them a chance to hesitate again.

"Click."

Just as it was speculated - the sect master doted on his sister.

Rockery, flowing water, rugged rocks, and the scenery of the four seasons seem to be concentrated here. It is so beautiful... even the air is a bit fresher.

"Why did you come here?" The woman sitting in the courtyard drinking tea said softly.

The gentle but extremely sharp gaze is like being able to pierce through the thick rockery and see the mouse behind it.

Knowing that the branch he accidentally stepped on exposed his whereabouts, Old Ding no longer deceived himself.

He slowly walked out with Sister Yu.

"..."

Silence, suffocation and tenderness intertwined.

At this time, the only embarrassing thing may be the uninvited guests.

Miss Tang took a leisurely sip of the tea in her hand, calm and composed.

She looked at the magnificent scenery in front of her, and time slowed down at this moment.

"Don't make it look like I've bullied you." The little daughter's coquettishness was mixed with helplessness, "Obviously it's you outsiders who disturb my purity."

Her attitude was still as kind as ever, and Old Ding breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Tang, what do you want to hear, Miss?"

After struggling for a while, I chose a normal title.

On the thigh, the skin in contact with the golden cage felt inexplicably hot.

Miss Tang was not in a hurry to answer him, her eyes gradually became meaningful: "You'd better put that thing down~ Although it can protect you from some difficulties, any protection comes at a price."

cost?

Old Ding was stunned for a moment, then put his hand into his pocket to take it out.

But it seems... it's too late.

"Whoosh——"

The fingertips were so hot that they curled up inward. Old Ding shook his hand fiercely, as if he was using the artificial wind to cool down.

"It seems to be sticky!"

The calm female voice sounded like a devil whispering at this moment.

Old Ding lowered his head at the reminder and found thin white smoke coming out of the layer of clothing that touched his skin.

He looked at Sister Yu who was in a daze: "Do you have a knife?"

There was no need for him to continue talking, as his long-time partner already knowingly pulled out the dagger and knelt down on one knee.

"Tear~"

The strip of cloth was thrown in the air, accompanied by a muffled sound from his mouth.

The white skin was branded with orderly imprints, and the uneven flesh smelled slightly burnt and crispy.

The "culprit" was wrapped in a cloth and rolled to the ground, making a pleasant sound when it collided with the uneven stone slabs.

——Like a lark stretching its voice.

The young lady had been sitting there quietly, with a faint smile on her lips, and no fluctuation in her expression.

"...Thank you." Lao Ding pressed his thigh that was twitching in pain.

"You're welcome."

Miss Tang blinked and asked again: "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Is this a hint?

Old Ding and Sister Yu became cautious.

Judging from the current situation, this Miss Tang seems to have good intentions towards them.

Giving away clues for free... Is "Final Chapter" really so friendly?

"...What's your name, Miss?"

Old Ding thought about it for half a second and finally chose a safer question.

"Tang Lingyi." She didn't mean to embarrass them and answered happily.

Old Ding thought to himself several times: "What does Miss Tang think is the most precious thing in this house?"

"most precious……"

She shook her head, and the white jade hairpin in her hair was as smooth as jade.

"It should be those things with emotions attached to it." She covered her lips and coughed a few times, "It's funny, I'm not feeling well."

Compared with the previous question...this sentence is very vague, and Lao Ding seems to have caught something.

Sister Yu tugged on his clothes and whispered: "Do you still want to ask? What's the last question?"

When she said this, she kept paying attention to Tang Lingyi's actions not far away from the opposite side. Her tense body hinted at the vigilance that had never gone away.

It's no wonder, after all... In this world, an NPC as talkative as Miss Tang is really a rare treasure in the world!

Survivors suffering from level 10 persecution paranoia dare not touch the fragrant honey fruits above their heads because they are afraid that the bottom of their feet will be a dangerous abyss.

After hearing this, Lao Ding also became wary. He did not ask again this time, but made a small request: "...can we go into the room in the courtyard and have a look?"

Slight shifts in attitude are easy to catch.

The woman sitting on the stone bench sighed inaudibly, as if she was regretting something.

This further intensified the suspicion in the two men's hearts.

"of course can."

After saying that, she closed her eyes.

Sister Yu and Lao Ding touched their weapons. After a while, they found that she really didn't move, and then they headed towards the yard behind with hesitation.

Moonlight makes all sins follow Qingming.

After they left, Miss Tang quietly opened her eyes and scanned the indentations left on the grass by the "golden cage" on the ground.

"I told you there would be a price...why don't you believe it?"

"call--"

The leaves rustled, seeming to echo.

Thick black and red smoke suddenly appeared behind the girl sitting in the light. They consciously did not spread outwards, but tightly surrounded the somewhat thin girl in their arms.

——It's like a blessing, but also like a imprisonment.

"I'm not good. I'm not in good health and I still go out and wander around."

Faintly, the clear and gentle male voice sounded, filled with distress and blame.

"...If I let you continue playing, there will really be nothing left."