Douluo King of Hell

Early the next morning, Tang Hao walked out of the room and saw Qian Chenxing already up and chopping firewood in the yard, so he walked over to sit next to him.

"Axing, you got up so early to chop wood!"

Qian Chenxing wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the sky and said, "I can't help it, winter is coming soon. I need to prepare more things for the winter. Hey! Why didn't eldest sister get up?"

Tang Hao smiled and said, "I'm a little sleepy during pregnancy."

"Oh! She needs to have a good rest. Later I will go up the mountain to hunt some meat to replenish her appetite."

Qian Chenxing said.

"By the way, Axing! You haven't told the story of your armor yet!"

Qian Chenxing stopped what he was doing, looked at the clouds in the sky, and said: "I was injured and fell down in the back hill of this village half a year ago. Maybe because of the injury, I forgot everything about the past. It was Village Chief Jack who took me in." I, give me a wooden house to live in, and I don’t remember anything about what the armor represents.”

"Amnesia? You haven't thought about retrieving your memory." Tang Hao asked curiously

Qian Chenxing put the ax on his shoulder, stood there, thought for a while and said: "I have thought about it before, but when I saw the scars on the armor, I thought about it again and let it go. I must have been fighting and killing before, and now. Life is pleasant, so it’s better to just forget about it.”

Tang Hao nodded and said, "Indeed, if you forget some things, it's better not to think of them!"

Qian Chenxing smiled, said nothing, and walked back to the room with the ax in hand.

Tang Hao returned to the room and gently walked to A Yin and sat down. He seemed to feel Tang Hao's arrival. A Yin slowly opened his eyes and raised his body slightly to approach Tang Hao.

"What are you thinking about?" A Yin asked.

Tang Hao hugged Ah Yinyao gently and said, "I'm wondering whether that Ah Xing said he lost his memory is true!"

"It should be true. If it was Wuhun Palace, he should have taken action last night!" A Yin said.

Tang Hao sighed and said, "I hope so!"

Ah Yin looked at Tang Hao with a sad face and said, "Ah Hao, I'm sorry for you. You abandon your status as the favored son of heaven and wander around with me, and you have to avoid the pursuit of Wuhun Palace."

Tang Hao shook his head and said, "Ah Yin, this is all of my own free will."

Ah Yin raised his head and looked at Tang Hao and said softly: "A Hao, I don't want to leave!"

Tang Hao looked at Ah Yin in confusion and asked, "Why?"

Ah Yin looked at his belly and said, "The little guy also needs a family!"

Looking at the loving A Yin, Tang Hao readily agreed.

At noon, Village Chief Jack brought people to Qianchenxing to help build the cellar and firewood shed. Tang Hao also helped with everyone. During dinner in the evening, Tang Hao told the village chief what he thought, and everyone moved happily. Hand agreed, and Village Chief Jack also gave them the house next to the flower field in the back hill. A group of people also happily clamored to go there and renovate it together. They were so enthusiastic.

Contrary to this enthusiasm, in the dense forest outside the house, a Wuhun Palace spy was watching their every move.

"It seems! Things have changed. It's better to report to His Majesty the Pope first and then make plans!"

A month later, in the Pope's Palace of Wuhun Palace, the spy reported to Qian Xunji what he saw and heard in the village.

"What! He's still alive!" Qianxunji asked as he slapped the case.

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope, what should we do next?" the spy asked.

Qianxun sat back in his chair helplessly, looked at the spies below, and asked cautiously: "How many people know about this!"

The secret agent thought for a while and said: "So far, my partner and I are the only ones who know!"

Qianxunji heard the words, dragging his chin and thinking. After a while, Qianxunji stood up and said: "I understand, let this matter be kept secret for the time being. Don't let others know, including the elders of the enshrinement hall. As for Tang Hao and the 10-year-old soul beast, just put them aside for now and just monitor them every day so as not to disturb them."

"I understand!" the secret agent replied.

"Go ahead if you understand! Be sure to keep it confidential." Qian Xunji ordered again.

After the spies left, Qian Xunji went to the dungeon of Wuhun Palace alone to look for the soul masters who were imprisoned by Zhao Xin.

"Come here, open the door!" Qian Xunji ordered

"Yes"

Then the Wuhun Palace jailer next to him took out the key and opened the cell door. Qian Xunji covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and walked in. After looking at the swaying people, he couldn't help but cough slightly.

"Hmm~"

A prisoner woke up after hearing the noise and saw that it was Qian Xunji. He quickly got up, knelt on the ground and started crying.

"Your Majesty the Pope, I was wrong, please spare us."

Other prisoners heard the noise and looked over, and followed suit.

"Okay, useless thing."

Qian Xunji said with a look of disgust.

Then Qianxun shook his cloak and said: "You are originally unforgivable, but Wuhun Palace has suffered heavy losses recently. It is the time to employ people. I have a task. If you complete it, you will be exempted." If you are held accountable for your crimes, you may even be reinstated."

The prisoners looked at each other and said in unison: "But it depends on the Pope's command."

Qian Xunji nodded and said, "Okay, you will wait for me at the Pope's Palace in three days."

After saying that, he turned around and left the cell.

Three days passed quickly, and the people in the cells also changed their clothes and came to the Pope's Palace. At this moment, Qian Xunji was sitting on the Pope's throne handling affairs.

Qian Xunji closed the last document and handed it to the person next to him, waving to him to leave.

After the person walked away, Qian Xunji threw a picture scroll to the leader below. The person below took the scroll and opened it. The picture inside was Qianchenxing.

"Pope, what do you mean?"

Qian Xunji said indifferently: "Qianchenxing, as a member of the Wuhun Palace, I have made friends with Tang Hao of the Haotian Sect and a 10-year-old soul beast. Being associated with him is despised by the world. I now order you to go and kill him on the spot. Kill him to prevent the reputation of Wuhun Palace from being damaged."

"But the most powerful one among us is the Soul Emperor, and Master Qianchenxing is a half-step Soul Douluo!"

Qian Xunji said calmly: "Don't worry, Qian Chenxing was injured, and his current strength is just that of a Soul Saint, and because of some relationship, he can't use his soul power now."

"But isn't this the job of Ju Douluo and the others?"

"If Ju Douluo and the others are asked to take action, is there any chance for you to make amends? If you go, go. If you don't go, go back to the prison and stay there. There are so many words!"

"Yes, my subordinates understand, we are leaving now!"

After everyone left, Qian Xunji stood up, looked out the window at the Enshrinement Hall, and whispered: "Father, even if the rise of Wuhun Hall is extended for a hundred years, I will make him disappear. He will be there without me, and I will be without him. .”

One night a month later, the small village ushered in a heavy rain, and there was thunder outside. The bursts of thunder stimulated Qian Chenxing on the bed. He was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He kept mumbling in his mouth.

"Feifei, don't go; Dong'er, where are you! Brother, why!"

A "bang" of thunder woke up Qian Chenxing who was having a nightmare.

Qian Chenxing sat on the bed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the heavy rain outside and said, "Those dreams again, who are they, and who am I?"

At this time, Qian Chenxing felt that his mouth was a little dry, so he stood up and was about to drink some water. When he came to the table, he saw that the door was wide open and there were water marks on the ground. He immediately became vigilant and then calmly asked himself The weapon is close.

When he was about to reach the weapon, he suddenly heard a sound behind him, rolled away and took the weapon into his hand.He saw a man in black standing opposite him with a dagger in his hand.

"Qianchenxing, I didn't expect you to be here today," the man in black mocked.

"I don't understand, what are you talking about? Who else is Qian Chenxing? My name is A Xing." Qian Chenxing said with a wary look.

"It's not important anymore, just die! Possessed by a shadow wolf." The man in black shouted softly, and then the shadow of a giant wolf attached to his body.

Seeing this, Qian Chenxing quickly stepped back, thinking in his mind.

"This is the soul master that Village Chief Jack is talking about! How can I, an ordinary person, beat him!"

While he was thinking about his strategy, the man in black was already attacking him.

"The first soul skill, hungry wolf pounces on food"

Later, Qian Chenxing was knocked out of the house. At this time, Qian Chenxing discovered that there was more than one person who wanted to kill him, and there were actually six or seven people around his house.

The man in black walked out of the room and sneered: "Brothers, don't be afraid. He is a waste now. If we kill him, we can complete the mission of the Pope."

"Pope~"

After hearing what the man in black said, Qian Chenxing seemed to be stimulated by something, holding his head and shouting in the rainy night.

Someone in the group of men in black noticed something was wrong, and immediately rushed over and punched Qian Chenxing on the back of the head.

Qianchenxing's howl stopped suddenly and he fell to the ground with a "bang".

The leader came over and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the mission to go so smoothly. Now I just need to cut off his head."

Just as he was slashing with the knife, a gust of wind blew by, the knife was cut to one side, and Qian Chenxing disappeared from the ground.

"Hey! Where are people!"

"There! He is in the sky," a man in black said, pointing to the sky.

Everyone looked up at the sky. Qianchenxing was fluttering his black wings, his face covered in blood, looking at them indifferently, like a black god of death.

After scanning around, Qian Chenxing said calmly: "Isn't it my turn now?"