Chapter Tang Wulin: Be my strength
"Mom, dad, what's wrong with him? Why doesn't he move?"
In the corner, the little girl curled up in the arms of the young woman looked up at her mother and asked eagerly.
"Who is this uncle? Why is he lying on our bed?"
The little girl's voice seemed helpless and full of pity.
The young woman listened and burst into tears. She didn't say anything, she just held the little girl in her arms tightly again.
"Kacha!"
At this time, the originally closed door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and strong young man walked in.
After coming in, he first looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the man in black.
The man in black seemed to have noticed his arrival. He turned over and sat up from the bed with difficulty, and then said rather weakly.
"Master Holy Son, are you here?"
Tang Wulin nodded slightly, then walked to the bed and sat down.
He glanced at the bandage wrapped around the man in black's lower abdomen and spoke calmly.
"The injury is serious?"
"Holy Son Master, I..."
The man in black opened his mouth and was about to defend himself, but suddenly a heavy mouthful of blood spurted out.
Tang Wulin frowned.
The man in black was startled and hurriedly struggled to get up from the bed.
"Master Holy Son, I will definitely recover from this little injury as soon as possible. As long as I swallow a few more souls, please don't abandon me."
"That's enough!" Tang Wulin interrupted him coldly, "Do you know what's happening outside now because of you?"
"I..."
The man in black still wanted to say it, but Tang Wulin didn't give him a chance.
"You know, in order to complete the ceremony, there is no room for error."
Hearing this, the man in black immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more.
Tang Wulin ignored him and continued to ask with a frown.
"Tell me, what happened to you? How could he hurt you so badly?"
Speaking of this, the man in black's eyes suddenly became angry. He touched his lower abdomen. After such a long time, he still felt waves of tearing.
"Sir Holy Son, that guy's right hand is a little weird. It seems to be covered with some special ability. At that time, my Soul Power seemed to have been disintegrated by him, and I couldn't form a defense at all."
"Soul Power was disintegrated?"
Tang Wulin Hearing this, he couldn't help but frowned.
He thought about his last battle with Qiangu Wuji. At that time, he was also confident that Golden Dragon Tyrant Body would definitely resist all attacks from the opponent. But in fact, facing that weird right hand, his Golden Dragon Tyrant Body had no effect at all and was broken.
At first, he simply thought it was Qiangu Wuji. Soul Skill's attack was very strong, and he never thought about other reasons.
But now listening to what the man in black said, it wasn't because of his lack of defense that he lost last time?
Thinking of this, he quickly had an idea in his mind.
In short, the next time he fights, he will not easily fight against Qiangu Wuji's right hand with his body.
Thinking of this, Tang Wulin looked up at the man in black in front of him and said very seriously.
"I'm here this time to give you the last order."
When the man in black heard this, his complexion suddenly turned pale, and he obviously knew his next fate.
However, he still gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice.
"Master Holy Son, what are your orders?"
Tang Wulin stood up and walked slowly towards the corner.
"Heavenly Phoenix That woman is here East Sea. In the past few days, you should get rid of all the people who were absorbed by me and still survived as soon as possible. It is best to do it without leaving any trace. Before the ceremony begins, the woman cannot be found on me."
Having said this, he stopped and turned to look at the man.
"I don't care what method you use, in short, those people must not be kept!"
The man in black was shocked, and then lowered his head.
Of course he understood what Tang Wulin meant. The other party just asked him to risk his life to do it. To do such a thing under the eyes of one of the biggest Four-Word Battle Armor Masters in the world is no different from risking death.
Tang Wulin means to let him destroy all evidence by self-destruction.
The man in black felt bitter in his heart and subconsciously clenched his fists.
"Master Holy Son, I will definitely enter Death Kingdom after I die, right?"
Tang Wulin glanced at him and nodded.
"Death is just the beginning of eternal life, and the body is just a burden that binds you. Don't worry, you will definitely get eternal life after death."
"I understand."
The man in black nodded, a trace of determination flashed in his green eyes!
He said no more, silently stood up and walked outside the house.
After the man in black left, the room became quiet.
Tang Wulin thought for a while, and finally his eyes fell on the young mother and son in the corner.
He walked over and squatted down in front of the two of them with a smile.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."
His deep and magnetic voice, coupled with his sunny and handsome appearance, immediately made the mother and daughter relax their vigilance.
Finally, the young woman spoke tentatively.
"Are you Lord Soul Master?"
Tang Wulin nodded.
Seeing that he seemed to be talking easily, the young woman's tense expression finally relaxed. She grabbed Tang Wulin's wrist and prayed with her eyes.
"Since you are Lord Soul Master, please help me. That friend of yours just now, he took my husband..."
When she mentioned her husband, her eyes immediately turned red and she couldn't continue talking.
Tang Wulin patted her shoulder gently, as if to comfort her.
"Auntie, do you know?"
The young woman looked at him puzzled.
Tang Wulin said with a serious face.
"Auntie, this world is never fair. The weak long for the strong to lend a helping hand, but the strong will only swing their swords at the weaker."
His words were full of melancholy, completely unlike those spoken by a child less than ten years old.
The young woman listened blankly, feeling incomprehensible.
Tang Wulin sighed and looked at her.
"We cannot ask others for salvation. The world is never fair. Geniuses will not pity you, and strong people will not sympathize with you. So all we can rely on is ourselves."
This time the young woman understood it, and her tears immediately flowed down.
"Then my husband's death..."
"Shh!"
Tang Wulin made a silent gesture, then stretched out his hand and smiled.
"Auntie, don't worry. I am not a strong person, I am just a weak person who is struggling, just like you."
"Are you like me?"
The young woman's eyes were filled with astonishment.
"Yes," Tang Wulin nodded, and the figure of Qiangu Wuji appeared in his mind, "I was just like you, powerless and weak."
"But by chance, I was favored by God, so I understood that God gave me this opportunity to lead weak people to fight against injustice."
As he spoke, a black Blue Silver Grass slowly emerged from Tang Wulin's body, and he stretched out his hand to the young woman.
"Auntie, are you willing to join me? I promise that I will carry your unwillingness to this world and keep going until the day comes when there is no injustice in this world."
The young woman stared blankly at Tang Wulin's outstretched hand, and she also noticed the sharp thorns on Blue Silver Grass's side.
But she couldn't think about anything at this time, there was only one sentence in her mind.
"As long as I join you, can I really get rid of all this?"
"Well, I promise you."
Tang Wulin nodded.
The young woman smiled and stretched out her hand.
"Okay, I'll join you."
"Poof!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Blue Silver Grass, who was watching eagerly from the side, stabbed into her abdomen, penetrating her and the little girl in her arms.