Douluo: Be the King from the Town of Soul Street

"Brother? Are you back?"

Looking at the familiar figure in front of him, Cao Xuanliang rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

But when his eyes fell on the broken door on the side, his young face suddenly dropped.

Hellkamp invaded Rakshasa Street before and made their house a mess, but now, he finally repaired the house, but it was destroyed by Cao Yanbing again.

"Hey! Cao Yanbing... you..."

"Small light."

A burst of huge force came, and Cao Xuanliang felt like he had been bumped into a warm embrace, and the words that came to his mouth were forcefully suppressed.

In his impression, his brother has always been an unruly and even arrogant person, and he rarely shows such an expression, but now...

"Brother, what happened?"

Cao Xuanliang saw a hint of fatigue in Cao Yanbing's eyes: "That day the locust tree exploded, and you were sucked into the locust tree. What happened after that?"

"After that?" Cao Yanbing let go of his hand and looked at the locust tree with only its roots left: "After that, I came to a place called Douluo Continent..."

……

"That's it." Cao Yanbing said helplessly and told what happened in Douluo Continent these days.

"So handsome!" Cao Xuanliang's eyes lit up when he heard about this bizarre journey to another world: "Brother, can you take me there? I want to see it too."

"I don't know." Cao Yanbing shook his head. He was telling the truth. He didn't know whether or how he could go back.

"By the way, Xiaoliang." Cao Yanbing's tone suddenly became excited. He grabbed Cao Xuanliang's shoulders and said impatiently: "I have a way to revive you!"

"Resurrection?!" Cao Xuanliang's face was filled with disbelief when he heard these two words representing rebirth, but after just a moment, he became quiet.

"what happened?"

Seeing this, Cao Yanbing was a little puzzled.

"Brother, I don't want to be resurrected." Cao Xuanliang shook his head gently. He stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking at the familiar streets.

"This is Rakshasa Street. It is the place where the dead are guarded. It is also the place where we have lived since childhood. I don't want to leave here."

"Only the Soul-Suppressing General can enter the Soul-Suppressing Street. Because I am an undead, I can come here."

"If I were resurrected, I would have no choice but to take Tang Liuyu out of the spiritual realm and return to the human world."

"So..." Cao Xuanliang turned around, looked at Cao Yanbing in the distance and smiled bitterly: "Brother, I give up on resurrection."

Not many people know that Cao Xuanliang used to be a soul-suppressing general, but due to some accident, his guardian spirit Yu Jin finally died unexpectedly, and he also lost the qualification of a soul-suppressing general.

Until now, he still could not forget the words of a seriously injured guardian spirit who knelt down alone under the locust tree and used his last breath of strength to speak.

"I will be banned in the end, and I am willing to go through fire and water for generations of the Cao family."

"But..." His younger brother's bitter smile was engraved in Cao Yanbing's heart like a knife. Of course, he also knew about Yu Jin.

"Okay, brother." Cao Xuanliang turned around and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and laughed loudly: "I like it here, this is our home, and I don't want to leave."

"Is this so..." The corners of Cao Yanbing's mouth raised, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

Bang!

There was an explosion at the border of Rakshasa Street.

"what happened?"

"General Cao, General Cao." A young man pushing a bicycle ran up with a look of disgrace.

"what happened?"

"A group of evil spirits suddenly appeared on the fourth street of Rakshasa Street and were causing trouble, and... it was very strange..." the young man said breathlessly.

"Oh? A strange evil spirit?"

Hearing the familiar word "evil spirit", Cao Yanbing suddenly became interested. He familiarly rode on the motorcycle next to him, threw Cao Xuanliang into the back seat, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Who dares to run wild on my territory?"

……

Rakshasa Street Fourth Street.

"Run! Run!"

"This evil spirit is so strange."

"Help! Help!"

"Don't be afraid, everyone. General Cao is back. They won't be arrogant for long."

Screams and sounds of escape were heard endlessly, and countless undead souls were running wildly in the streets and alleys. Behind them, there were evil spirits wearing strange costumes who were active.

"Captain Xiao Sheng, what are these things, ghosts?" A man in black shirt frowned, and cut off the head of the undead at his feet with a sword, his tone full of surprise.

"Maybe so, I don't know." The man known as Xiao Sheng shook his head and looked at the strange buildings and the undead in strange clothes.

"But, I remember... we are in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, why are we here all of a sudden?" The man scratched his head, quite puzzled.

Hearing the man's words, Xiao Sheng also fell silent and looked around. He always felt that he seemed to be missing some memory.

"Xiao Sheng, look ahead!"

Hearing the man's frightened voice, Xiao Sheng subconsciously looked up. His pupils suddenly shrank and his body was trembling.

In the distance, there was a man wearing fiery red armor, and behind him, two burly figures were stepping towards them.

A hammer and a halberd.

When they saw these three figures, cracks began to appear in the dusty memories in the minds of all the evil spirits, and bloody and terrifying memories flooded into their hearts.

……

"What should I do? The attack has no effect at all?"

"Captain! They are coming!"

"Everyone, hold on! The powerful men from Wuhun Palace are already on their way!"

"Captain! Help me...ah!"

……

"These guys seem to be the people from the Wuhun Palace before." Stopping, Cao Yanbing squinted his eyes and looked at the large number of evil spirits in the distance, "The evil spirits killed by Douluo Continent will also appear in Rakshasa. street?"

"Could it be that……"

He suddenly remembered the moment when the old man suppressed his soul power, and it seemed that he had an unknown connection with the world.

"Rakshasa Street is connected to Douluo Continent? Tsk...trouble."

"Xu Chudianwei, they are left to you."

Cao Yanbing had no intention of keeping these foreign undead spirits. On the contrary, in order to maintain the order and stability of Rakshasa Street, these foreign evil spirits must be killed.

"We can have a good fight again."

"Lord, don't worry."

Xu Chu and Dian Wei were worthy of being a tiger and a fierce pair. After hearing these words, their eyes lit up instantly and they directly picked up their weapons and rushed towards them.

On the other hand, on the undead side of Wuhun Palace, they have now remembered the events of their past lives, especially the scene where they were killed, and now they no longer have the slightest intention of resisting.

"Boom..."

The weapon in Xiao Sheng's hand fell to the ground, and he collapsed to the ground. Looking at his slightly unreal hands, his pupils flickered.

"Are we...dead?"

"Why are there so many undead here? Because...we ourselves are undead..."

He was not the only one who had the same behavior as him. For several breaths, almost all the dead souls in Wuhun Palace collapsed on the spot with their expressions slack.

It turned out that he was already dead.

"This……"

Seeing that everyone had dropped their weapons and no longer had the slightest intention to fight, Xu Chu and Dian Wei also stopped and looked at each other. They never killed defenseless people.

"You should be from Wuhun Palace." Cao Yanbing walked slowly carrying Tenth Palace Yama, and Cao Xuanliang naturally followed behind.

"Ah."

Xiao Sheng nodded stiffly, his body swaying, and Ruoyouruowu's soul power emanated from his body.

"We...are obviously dead, why are we still here?"

"boom!"

"Because this is the Soul-Suppressing Street." Cao Yanbing suddenly stood the Tenth Palace Yama in front of him, his tone was extremely cold, "As the name suggests, this is the place where the souls of the dead are suppressed."

"And I cover this Rakshasa Street."