Douluo: My Wuhun is actually myself

Chapter 119 Chapter 119: Postwar Recovery

Tang Hao didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

Everything he did was just for revenge against Wuhun Palace.

For Ah Yin, he would do anything.

This kid actually wants to take refuge in Wuhun Palace, so you can't blame him for being ruthless, right?

Yes, it's all that kid's fault.

It's all his fault.

If he wants to take refuge in Wuhun Palace, isn't this asking for death?

Tang Hao was very happy for the choice he made.

If he hadn't been killed when he was still a fledgling, then when he became a titled Douluo, no, maybe he only needed to become a Contra, then Tang Hao would no longer be that boy's opponent.

After all, the brat of the Five Ring Soul King had already caused him a lot of trouble.

After resting for a while, Tang Hao felt better.

He stood up and looked into the distance.

"No, maybe there's one more person to deal with."

He thought of the girl whose martial spirit was the ghost civet.

That fourth soul ring is the girl with the ten thousand year soul ring.

If we can't find her, we will have trouble sleeping and eating in the future.

He strode towards Shrek Academy.

……

I don't know how long it took before Song Wuque woke up.

He looked at the dark surroundings, looking slightly confused.

Climb out from under the boulder.

The sky is full of stars, showing that it is already dark time.

"I don't know how long I was unconscious." Song Wuque murmured.

My stomach made a growling sound at the right time.

He began to examine his injuries.

He remembers it clearly.

Previously, his right arm bone was broken, two ribs were broken, and his spine was smashed into two pieces by the Clear Sky Hammer.

But upon inspection, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Because except for the damaged clothes, he was in extremely good health at this time.

The arms are intact, the ribs are intact, the spine is intact.

It was as if he had not been injured.

If it weren't for the tattered clothes and blood stains on his body, Song Wuque would have almost thought he was having a dream.

Pull off the tattered clothes.

Song Wuque jumped into the river like a carp and carefully washed the sticky dirt on his body.

"Not only has his injuries recovered as before, but his soul power has also risen to level 58."

Song Wuque knew that his soul power had been upgraded from level 55 to level 58.The key factor may be that all soul rings have been increased by 1 years.

But it's actually quite outrageous that the soul ring's soul power has only increased by 6 levels after adding up to 3 years.

After all, he is just a little soul king.

Song Wuque put his head under the water, wiped his face hard, and then jumped onto the shore.

By running his soul power, the water droplets on his body evaporated quickly, and he was soon as dry as ever, leaving him feeling refreshed.

He took out a piece of clothing from the storage space and put it on. His stomach growled again, obviously he was starving.

I dug out the dry food and dealt with it casually.

Then, five soul rings appeared on Song Wuque's body, and the fifth red soul ring suddenly glowed.

The fifth soul ring skill: Simulation!

Simulated martial arts spirit, Seven Killing Sword!

Suddenly, Song Wuque seemed to turn into a shocking sharp sword, exuding an arrogant sword intent.

Slightly restraining his sword intent, Song Wuque took out the mask he wore when attending the auction, put it on his face, and then cautiously approached the village.

Silent night.

Insects and birds chirping.

Occasionally a dog barked.

And the night cries of babies.

Song Wuque came to his original home like a ghost.

But where is the home now?

There is no home anymore.

What he saw was devastation, and the deep ravines and hammer marks on the ground helped Song Wuque recall the fierce battle at that time.

And where his house is, there is a raised bump of earth, and he doesn’t know what it is.

"I don't know if grandpa is safe or where he is now."

Song Wuque thought of the old village chief with great concern.

Following the memory, Song Wuque found Cuihua's home.

Of course, he was not looking for Cuihua, but Cuihua's father, Li Dazui.

Jumping into the courtyard.

Then he knocked on Li Dazui's door "big, big".

"Who?"

Li Dazui woke up from his sleep and looked outside the door in confusion, where a black shadow was reflected.

Who is looking for him so late?

He remembered that he closed the courtyard door.

Could it be that a ghost is knocking on the door?

He shivered, unwilling to get out of bed or open the door.

"It's me, Uncle Big Mouth, open the door quickly, I have something to ask you."

Hearing some familiar voices, Li Dazui thought of Song Wuque.

"Wu Que, is that you?"

"It's me, Uncle Big Mouth."

Confirming that it was Song Wuque, Li Dazui quickly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and opened the door shirtless without even having time to get dressed.

Li Dazui was a little stunned when he saw Song Wuque wearing a mask, but when he recognized that it was indeed Song Wuque, he became excited and said, "Wuque, it's great that you are still alive, great."

Song Wuque asked, "Uncle Big Mouth, I'll keep the story short. Where is my grandpa? Is he okay?"

Li Dazui said: "He thought you were dead and cried for a long time. Then he built a grave for you in your house, and then went to Soto City to find Muzi. After all, his house is also full now. destroyed……"

Song Wuque was silent for a moment, then he squinted his eyes and said, "I am sorry for grandpa and caused him disaster, but I, Song Wuque, will avenge this myself."

His murderous look really frightened Li Dazui.

Li Da's face turned pale.

Seeing Li Dazui's appearance, Song Wuque regained his composure and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Dazui, I scared you. I also want to ask, how many days has passed now?"

"It's been a week."

Li Dazui replied.

A week?

Song Wuque himself was shocked.

He was actually unconscious for so long.

Grandpa went to Soto City, and Zhu Zhuqing didn't know if he was still waiting for him at the agreed place.

"Thank you, Uncle Big Mouth. There is one more thing I want to tell you. You must not tell anyone else about meeting me tonight, okay? Otherwise, your safety may be threatened." Song Wuque said.

"I...I know." Li Dazui responded.

Although he usually talks a lot, he is still very reliable at critical times.

Song Wuque took out ten gold soul coins, put them in his hand, and said, "Uncle Big Mouth, I'm going to leave here for a while, and I don't know if we will see each other again. Keep these gold coins and take care of them."

"Ah, I...I can't have it." Li Dazui looked at the ten gold soul coins in his hand and shook his head repeatedly.

But when he raised his head, Song Wuque's shadow was nowhere to be seen?

People are gone in an instant.

"Hey, this kid Wuque has a really hard life, but he's such a good kid." He sighed, clenching the gold coins in his hand.

These ten gold coins were enough for him to grow crops for several years.

Wuque, this child, really gave it when he said it would be given.

At this time, Song Wuque had the Evil God Wings stretched out from his back and flew quickly towards Soto City.

His destination was the Rose Rose Hotel in Soto City.

He asked Zhu Zhuqing to wait for him there.

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