[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

The two people who were looking around in the courtyard did not see this scene.

They hurriedly rushed into the house with the door ajar and began a frantic search.

The woman sitting in the courtyard quietly listened to the noise coming from over there and sighed helplessly.

"...Don't get blood everywhere later."

Nothing could be seen clearly under the dim moonlight. The figure formed by the black mist laughed softly when he heard the words: "...Listen to my sister."

After saying that, the black mist that allowed itself to fill the air suddenly began to roll violently. They swarmed towards the bright white woman crazily, filling the entire gap without letting go.

"It's late at night, go to sleep."

The deep voice is perfect for a lullaby, and the lingering tone is tender and affectionate.

"It will be over soon."

The pale white light was cut into pieces, spread thinly into a thin layer and caged into fine gauze.

The bamboo forest swayed and rustled.

On the ground... there were only shadows of dead things.

["Treasure": _________(not submitted)]

Old Ding and Sister Yu looked at the light screen floating in mid-air in front of them and couldn't help but look at each other.

They were standing in front of the south wing, looking like they were ready to escape.

"let's start."

Sister Yu breathed out a rough breath and held the dagger in her right hand tighter.

After reading the secret letter hidden in the study, they no longer felt strange when facing the eerily quiet courtyard in front of them. Just thinking that the big boss has not officially appeared yet, but only two people are left in the fourteen-person team... I feel a little heavier.

Foreign guests are like ants, toyed with in the center of the applause.

This is due to arrogance and arrogance in status.

Only by not being taken seriously can you have a chance to survive - or even fight back with all your might.

However, when the first mission is completed, the game mechanism will force the appearance of the furious boss.

——Just like a level-breaking game, rigid and regular.

"Put that thing away." Old Ding told Sister Yu before taking action. "Whether we can survive or not depends entirely on it."

Sister Yu waved her hand to show that she understood.

After seeing that she understood, Old Ding turned to face the dark south wing.

The orderly rooms are lined up one after another, and the dark ink makes them look dangerous and scary.

"Mr. Tang, can we talk?" Lao Ding said loudly, "You should also hope that all this will end as soon as possible!"

"..."

There was no movement on the other side, making him look like a sick idiot.

Lao Ding was not discouraged if he didn't get a response.

He shook the key in his hand, as if to encourage himself, and continued: "The head of the Tang Sect almost destroyed the entire Tang Sect for his own selfish desires. As a loyal servant, you don't want to see this happen. , right? We can cooperate, kill him together, and help end this. The reward... then you only need to let us leave this house."

Although the words were of a consultative nature, they also revealed some firm confidence.

Old Ding noticed the slight swaying of the branches in front of him, and felt a little calmer.

He dared to come here to discuss cooperation... In fact, it was thanks to the scene he saw in his dream.

"...Have you made Uncle Lin angry again..."

The woman's words echoed in his ears, because he caught the word "again", and the several different ways of death shown on the corpses before, plus the branches with claws and teeth that he looked at before turning around... Old Ding began He began to suspect the identity of the boss hidden in the Tangmen mansion.

If death is regarded as the end of dreams, and Sister Yu died while everyone was toasting and drinking at the wedding, he was thrown aside by the head of the Tang Sect, and Chuan Qi was shot when he faced him...then perhaps, those weird things The branches didn't attack him!

Quite the opposite...probably helping him!

There is more than one camp... The possibility of this speculation was confirmed after reading those letters.

The sect leader acted too harshly and his methods were extremely cruel and unkind.

——This made the older generation of Tang Clan members particularly dissatisfied.

Every word of advice hides heartache.

Coupled with the previous "opium incident", some secrets surfaced.

"Ugh-"

The sound of the wind gradually became clearer, and the shadows swayed more violently.

A slightly older figure stood behind the tree, with all the expressions on his face covered in darkness.

"The master is the master of Tang Sect. It's better for the guests not to talk nonsense here."

He declined politely, but did not take action.

Old Ding raised his lips slightly: "Really? You are so foolish and loyal, and you are not afraid that something irreversible will happen?"

"..."

There was another moment of silence, no response.

"For example..." He paused, "The master of the sect marries his own sister. 'Brother-sister incest' is such a scandal that it will bring scandal to the entire Tang sect... Can you also tolerate it?" "

The plain narrative led to a storm.

"Creak, creak -"

The shocking "scandal" that was caught off guard caused the boiling water to boil.

The sand and rocks rolled out from nowhere and hit Old Ding and Sister Yu in the face.

They hid in a bit of panic, but the huge reaction of the howling ghosts made the rickety man look a little happy.

This old-fashioned servant mentality is easy to guess, and most of it is as immutable as mathematical formulas.

His stubbornness can easily be exploited.

A flash of ridicule flashed in Lao Ding's eyes.

"...Keep the key in your hand when it's done."

A hoarse, harsh sound like fingernails sliding across a blackboard slowly echoed in the air.

Sister Yu shuddered suddenly and looked more cautious.

Lao Ding didn't want to agree so directly, but just when he opened his mouth to make a good bargain, a "corpse" with several holes in his body and that seemed to have completely lost his breath was thrown across from him.

"...Kawaki?!"

By the moonlight, the ragged man was quickly identified.

Butler Tang smiled "hehe": "This is the limit for letting you leave, don't push your limits."

The bloody facts were a living warning. Old Ding felt a chill in his heart, but he had no choice but to agree: "Okay."

"Uh-huh." Butler Tang was very satisfied with his knowledge and said proactively: "I'll bring him here. You guys should be ready."

With that said, he was ready to leave.

Upon seeing this, Lao Ding hurriedly stopped him: "No, we have a way to get him over. You just need to help attract his attention and give us a chance to take action."

"That's it..." Butler Tang said unclearly, "It sounds like you are very confident."

"Where? It's just a trivial attempt." Old Ding Fengqing calmly blocked his temptation, "How about it?"

"People in the Tang Sect always keep their promises." Butler Tang walked out of the shadows, his stiff face twitching awkwardly: "Your Excellency, you can rest assured."

The corpse spots on his skin heavily obscured his disguised normality. Old Ding seemed not to notice the group of servants behind him who had the same appearance but with the same purpose. He calmly stood a few steps away and said, "Then I'll start. "

Under Butler Tang's polite smile, Lao Ding quickly wrote down the name he had told him personally and had seen in the letter.

Then, his finger moved to the submit button.

But for some reason, I didn't press it directly.

"What's wrong?" Sister Yu looked confused.

Grandma, Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan?

The name the sect master called his sister in the dream suddenly flashed through his mind. Old Ding struggled for a second and finally decided to keep it as it was.

"It's nothing." He shook his head and his muscles tensed up: "It's coming!"

With a "ding dong" sound in the void, the main task 1 was completed and the dark clouds in the distant sky also drifted closer.

"...We can only help you buy half a stick of incense." Butler Tang hid behind the trees again, and the cautiousness in his voice could be detected without listening carefully.

"After this, the ending for you and me will be nothing but annihilation."

"So... it's better to show all your cards!"

With a sharp shout, the withered branch rushed forward without hesitation.

Lao Ding did not answer his words, his attention was completely attracted by the enemy in front.

"Hey~ Is there another idiot here to die?"

The gentle voice is like the whisper between lovers, and the words spoken will show the arrogance vividly.

"Yeah——"

A few black crows fluttered their wings and landed on the tiles, and Heidou's eyes began to look at the drama that was about to begin.

The mottled blood-colored moon is peaceful and magnificent.

Vaguely, the wind carried some unwilling shouts and screams before death. It faded away again and again, leaving only silence.

However, this silence did not bring about any peace, it only highlighted every move of the person opposite him more and more clearly.

The air was filled with a suffocating breath of death, and the torn-up screams echoed in the ears. Coupled with the vague despair, Lao Ding felt that he would never forget this situation in his life.

The biting cold made his fingers curl up subconsciously.

He had never experienced such coldness before, as if the wind of the twelfth lunar month had been pinched into strands and stabbed into his bones.

Holding the menacing spikes with one hand, the man in a pear-white gown was as elegant as a handsome young man from history.

He has a strong character hidden in his body, and the wisdom gifted by time and wind and frost makes him so powerful that it is difficult to match.

Like pines and cypresses, plum trees and bamboos stand proudly.

Under the dim light, the man's expression was as calm as ever.

The snow-white and dazzling light completely revealed the blunt weapon hidden in his hand to everyone's eyes for a moment.

hammer……

"Kill them all."

A gentle word made Sister Yu and Old Ding suddenly wake up, their dazed souls seeming to be floating in the air.

The next second, a cold light flashed, and blood came from nowhere, and it suddenly opened like a flower - dragging them into the abyss again.

"Pfft!"

Close range, splashed on the face.

Warm and still smelly...

One drop, one drop.

Slowly flowed into the collar.

——Like a wet and cold earthworm, winding its body and swimming leisurely.

The warm touch of blood was as alive as a dead hand, gently brushing over their faces, making them tremble involuntarily.

"Old, old Ding..."