[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

The serious man lost his temper, and his voice was as cold as ice.

Tang San didn't knock on the door, but instead took a few steps back and quietly left the study.

He slowly returned to the courtyard, his expression calm but with a hint of danger hidden in it.

The window lattice that occasionally let the sunlight shine through was covered with a layer of dust because it had been unoccupied for a long time. Tang San walked to the window, sat down, and opened the letter that he had not intended to read.

The delicate handwriting does not match Tang Lingyi's quirky personality at all. The joy between the lines is extremely ironic when paired with the words he just heard.

[Zhan Xinjia... When this mission is over, the door owner said that I can have a good rest. When the troubled times are peaceful, how about we watch the fireworks together? I remember it all, mistress, please don’t be angry with me, okay?

...A few days ago, when I was training Ye Shiqi, they even called me stupid. How could I be stupid? I'm obviously very smart!

...I've been away for two years, mistress, I...miss you a little. 】

"...Ling Yi."

Tang San sighed, folded the letter again, and put it back.

The sky at dusk makes people feel gloomy, and the layers of clouds on the horizon suppress the solemnity and ominousness.

On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, a black shadow flashed across the roof, and soon disappeared.

Ye Shiqi packed her things and lay on the bed in a daze. His eyes were staring straight at the ceiling, his expression full of frustration and exhaustion.

"Squeak."

The sound of branches being trampled was heard outside the window. Ye Shiqi jumped up from the bed reflexively and quickly looked at the opened carved window with caution: "Who?"

A black shadow came in vigorously, with a high ponytail and a familiar Tangmen suit. Ye Shiqi breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the person coming: "It's you, what are you doing here?"

Tang San didn't answer him, and walked closer step by step. The shadow under the candlelight completely covered Ye Shiqi's shadow: "How did Ling Yi die?"

"Why are you asking this?" Ye Shiqi's eyes were panicked for a second, but he quickly calmed down and replied calmly.

"You don't need to know." Tang San's expression was always tense, and his body no longer had the gentle and jade-like temperament.

Ye Shiqi looked at the cyan color under his eyes and the unconcealed fatigue, and sighed heavily. He thought of the woman in the past who always had a smile on her face, stepped forward and patted Tang San on the shoulder, comforting him: "Stop asking anymore questions, go back and have a good sleep. When you wake up, everything will be over." .”

Ye Shiqi's words obviously had no effect on Tang San. He raised his left hand that had been behind his back, clicked the gear into place, and pointed the cold-lighting Thousand Receiver at the hidden sword disciple in front of him.

Tang San stared at him: "For the last time, how did Ling Yi die?"

"I said you..." Ye Shiqi was troubled by his stubbornness. He wanted to say something, but when he met those bright but tired eyes, Ye Shiqi suddenly found that all lies were meaningless.

Ye Shiqi sighed: "If you want to listen, I will tell you. But I only know part of it. There are twenty-five of us..."

In the dimly lit wing room, the conspiracy hidden beneath the surface finally cruelly tore off the final veil, revealing its ferocious fangs.

Halfway through the third watch, Ye Shiqi picked up the cup and took a sip of water. He looked at the man in front of him who had his head lowered and sighed: "These are all in the past. It's meaningless if you think about it again. Lingyi doesn't want to see her either. If you are like this, you will forget what I said today when you leave this room."

"Why are they taking action?" Tang San ignored his words and raised his head and asked.

Ye Shiqi paused, with a wry smile on his lips, and shook his head: "Maybe... in this era, there is no need for heroes."

Tang San suppressed the sarcasm in his eyes, stood up and saluted Ye Shiqi: "Tang San is offended by today's actions, please don't take it to heart, Brother Ye."

"Hey, it's nothing." Seeing this, Ye Shiqi hurriedly helped him up, "Lingyi will be happy if she knows you care about her like this."

are you happy?

Tang San was startled: "Maybe."

After saying goodbye, Tang San was ready to turn around and leave. Before leaving, Ye Shiqi's sad voice came from behind again: "Tang San, you really don't want to pursue this matter any further, knowing that the result will not be beneficial to anyone. If you feel uncomfortable, just take care of Ling Ling." Keep it in mind, this is the only thing we can do."

Tang San:"……"

He paused, then left everything behind.

Keep it in mind, the only thing you can do.

He had a bad feeling.

The next day, the premonition came true.

The courtyard where he and Tang Lingyi lived was sealed off, and the owner ordered that no one should mention Tang Lingyi again. These three words filled with laughter became taboo when everything was about to end, and were banned by all those who knew them well. Lost in the depths of time.

She died for the Tang Dynasty and the sect, but she didn't even deserve a cold tombstone after her death.

The autumn wind was so cold that the crisp fallen leaves fell rustlingly on the nameless monument, carrying an unspeakable sadness.

Tang San looked at the bare tomb in front of him in silence, and slowly said: "I ordered people not to mention you anymore. Ye Shiqi said that your body is gone, so I have no choice... I can only give it to you outside." Set up a monument. You like iron-eating beasts, but you always thought you didn't have time before. Now that you stay here, opposite the back mountain of Tangmen, you can look at them and feel bored."

He paused, squatted down and rubbed the marble tablet: "Ye Shiqi told me not to pursue the case any further, and said you hoped so too... I don't believe it. I don't believe a word of what he said."

"Lingyi, with your character, if you die unjustly, you will definitely investigate to the end, right?" His voice was a little erratic, as if coming from the sky.

"So, I went to check this matter, you won't be angry, right?" As he said, he shrugged, and suddenly there was a bad smile on his face: "If you are angry, I don't care. Anyway, you He also lied to me, and we were even."

"...But if you are really angry, you can come to me and I will apologize to you in person." Tang San's expression became serious, but his eyebrows drooped as if he thought of something: "Tang Huaixin The elder had a big quarrel with him because of the sect master's order. Yesterday, when Ye Shiqi told me that he wanted to remember you, I thought he was ridiculous. You were the great hero who killed An Lushan. Who wouldn't remember him? You. But today they are going to eradicate all traces of your existence...Why, Lingyi? We...why don't we need heroes?"

Tang San choked up, his words were filled with tears, and his dry eyes began to turn red again: "I will go down the mountain tomorrow. I don't know if my skills have declined after staying in the sect for so many years. If I can come back, From now on, I’ll build a small wooden house next to your grave to stay with you, okay? If I can’t come back, Ye Shiqi will take me back... I still hope I can come back. After all, I’m not some little liar. , none of what I said is true."

"Right, little liar?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San, as if he could no longer hold back his grief, suddenly covered his mouth and fell to his knees, whimpering and choking sounds sounded low, startling the birds perched on the tree. Big teardrops hit the ground, and the hoarse roar cast a shadow over the bleak autumn day.

That day, he stayed at Tang Lingyi's grave - until dawn.

Before Tang San left, he took a deep look at the smooth tombstone, his eyes filled with unbreakable sadness.

He moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it silently.

In the end, Tang San strode away without looking back.

Yamashita's investigation did not go well at first. Everyone who knew the inside story was dead or injured, and no one dared to speak out. Until one afternoon, when he came out of the inn, he bumped into a crazy woman.

I heard from passers-by that her name was Po Meng and she was a fortune teller.

"Meng Po" laughed loudly at Tang San, muttering something like "It's over, everything is over" and "Ignorance". Tang San didn't pay attention at the time, grabbed his clothes and left in a hurry.

Three days later, "Meng Po" died. People said that she fell into the lake and drowned.

Tang San didn't pay attention until he returned to the room and saw several densely written papers on the table.

It's Tang Lingyi's handwriting - but it's "Meng Po" tone.

Written on the paper were the names of everyone involved in Tang Lingyi's murder, and their identities.

Tang San went there in a tentative mood. After seeing the first person, he suddenly understood.

Those involved in the murder were all officials of the Tang Dynasty. The people who caused the unrest are dead, which is good. But he must not die in the hands of a reckless person, otherwise - the already turbulent people's hearts will no longer be stable, and the Tang Dynasty will also fall into war and chaos.

An Lushan must die in the hands of officers and soldiers-anyone can.

The court must prove its strength - its strength to protect the people.

Therefore, those who know must always keep their mouths shut.

And in this world, there is nothing more reliable than the dead.

Tang San felt that all of this was extremely ridiculous, high-sounding lies... gently erasing a person's existence.

Those who knew her would never talk about her again, and those who didn't know her would never mention her.

It turns out that there is really something more terrifying than death in this world - oblivion.

A person who dedicated his life to the cause of justice, who should have been respected, remembered by history, and admired by future generations, was forgotten by everyone because of the overall situation of the man in the temple.

It's...ridiculous and ridiculous.

The nameless rage completely destroyed Tang San's reason. He knew that everything he saw was fake, maybe... it was just a magnificent dream of the phantom beast. But he always felt that he had to do something, even if it was to give Tang Lingyi an answer.

With her high ponytail tied up by a wooden hairpin, she arrived in Chang'an swaying like this. Tang San began to look slovenly. Except for the hairpin, he was completely different from the person he was a few months ago.

After the last person was eliminated, the soaring fire dyed the sky of Chang'an City red, burning away all the dangers in the world.

Tang San sat on the roof, supporting his chin with one hand, looking at the green trees in the distance.

There were sounds of wood collapsing and cracking beneath him, and the raging flames were approaching step by step, but the man on the roof did not move.

"They said you were burned to death. After the flames were extinguished, it rained heavily and nothing was left behind."

"I lit the same fire, hoping that God would send the same rain and dew, the same conditions... we will definitely see each other again."

"You have to walk slower...little liar. You agreed to accompany me to watch the fireworks."

The fire burned for an hour, and nothing was left in the small wooden house in the suburbs. Some people said that they saw a man sitting on the roof in the rain, but the neighbors laughed at him because he was so tired that his eyes were blurry.

The breeze blew away the black soil, and the story ended like this.

The moment he was surrounded by flames, Tang San was once again convinced that he was dreaming.

Because when the fire snake hissed around his body, he didn't feel the burning pain.

But he still fainted because the dream was over.

When he opened his eyes again, a familiar face caught his eye.

Her solemn long black hair was dyed with a few strands of liveliness due to the red ribbon, and the smile on her lips made people panic. She sat quietly in the wheelchair, with a casual look in her eyes.

"Baby, are you awake?" Tang Lingyi rested her chin and looked at him with a smile from the corner of her eyes.

Tang San, who had just escaped from his dream, was still in a daze. He stood up and touched Tang Lingyi's face, staring at her numbly.

Tang Lingyi, who suddenly ate tofu, tugged at the corner of her mouth, tilted her head and patted his hand: "I don't have flowers on my face, what's the matter with your strange eyes?"

Tang San slowly regained some sense of reality from the physical contact just now. He squatted in front of Tang Lingyi's wheelchair, raised his head, and said with stern eyes: "Lingyi, why are you here?"