The Trial of the Killing God in Douluo Dalu

Douluo Continent, southwest of Tiandou Empire, Fasnuo Province, Notting City

On the west side of Holy Soul Village, in a simple adobe house, a little boy was lying on the bed, seeming to be mumbling something. He looked very painful.

"why why?"

"What's wrong with this child? Is he possessed by an evil spirit?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man who looked to be close to fifty years old, but he was very tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.

That is really so sloppy!

Leaving aside the shabby robe and the bird's nest-like hair, the originally neat facial features were ruined by the stains on his face.

Only the bronze skin is okay.

Tang Hao looked at the sky that was starting to light up outside and muttered: "The mistress should be back soon at this time. I wonder what that kid does out there every day?"

If you look carefully, you will find a trace of sadness in Tang Hao's eyes.

Tang Hao glanced at the little boy again: "I don't know where the mistress found this little brat. He hasn't woken up even after sleeping for three days."

As soon as Tang Hao finished speaking, a thin figure walked in.

He was a child who was only five or six years old. It was obvious that he often endured the warmth of the sun. His skin showed a healthy wheat color, and his short black hair looked very neat. Although his clothes were simple and had some patches, they were also clean.

He is Tang Hao's son, Tang San!

At such a young age, he has the aura of a mature person, his eyes are as deep as an abyss, and if you look closely, you can see a hint of purple.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of rice.

This was not a meal that Tang Hao cooked for him, but a meal that he cooked for Tang Hao.

He always cooks before going out. He has been cooking since he was four years old.

It's not that Tang Hao doesn't cook for him, but that if he doesn't cook it himself, he won't be able to eat enough.

Stepping on the small stool, he skillfully opened the pot and shouted to Tang Hao: "Dad, it's time to eat!"

Tang Hao lazily agreed, and then walked slowly towards the dining table.

Tang San asked while serving rice, "Dad, is he awake?"

Tang Hao shook his head and said nothing.

Tang San also shook his head helplessly. Three days had passed since he found the dying little boy from the river.

In the past three days, they invited a doctor. The strange thing was that the doctor didn't see anything for most of the day. Finally, he concluded that the child was not sick at all.

According to the old village chief Jack, the child should be in a nightmare.

It’s been three days and I still haven’t woken up!

"No!"

I don't know whether Tang San shouted too loudly or the rice was too fragrant, but the child actually woke up!

This word "no" directly alarmed Tang San and Tang Hao. Without saying a word, they put down what they were doing and went to see the children in the room.

As soon as I entered the room, I found that the child had already sat up. He turned around blankly and asked, "Where is this?"

Tang San replied: "Saint Soul Village."

The child was still puzzled, so Tang San patiently replied: "Douluo Continent, southwest of Tiandou Empire, Fasnuo Province, south of Notting City, Holy Soul Village."

The child showed an imperceptible bitter smile and thought to himself: "Sure enough, this is no longer the Blue Star!"

He was originally from the Water Blue Star, the Huaxia Kingdom, the national sword, codenamed "Destroy Traces"!

He was an orphan who was adopted by his motherland. Because he showed excellent talent in martial arts at a young age, he was accepted by the Chinese Protector God.

After twenty years of struggle, he finally achieved the name of the God of Killing!

However, during an assassination attempt, he was betrayed by his brothers who grew up together, entered the Pope's circle, and was besieged by eighteen masters.

He fought bloody battles with his sword, and even eighteen masters were defeated.

Unexpectedly, the pope used the souls of eighty-one masters to lead the devil Satan to the lower world.

No matter how powerful he is, he is still just a mortal, no match for the devil Satan.

In the end, he had no choice but to burn out his life and kill the Pope, and died after the oil ran out and the lamp dried up.

When he wakes up again, it will be now.

"Goo, goo, goo!"

Maybe it was because he hadn't eaten in a coma for a long time, and his stomach was uncooperative.

This made the scene instantly awkward, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Although he was a god of death in his previous life and had a very high combat IQ, in other aspects he was just like a child.

Tang San smiled: "I happened to be cooking, let's go and eat."

He didn't know any etiquette in his previous life, let alone now.

"Ok!"

He nodded, quickly got out of bed and went to find food.

Tang San shouted from behind: "Slow down, go and sit at the dining table first, I will bring it over in a moment."

Tang Hao shook his head and smiled: "This child is so lively just after waking up!"