Douluo Continent: Mirror Dance Across the Sky, Shattering the Gods

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But he still silently walked to the Chinese medicine cabinet and tapped on several medicine drawers.

Click! A crisp sound revealed a hidden compartment, inside which sat a wooden beer mug.

The wooden cup was filled with a dark red, murky liquid.

The masked man snatched the wooden cup and gulped it down.

As the liquid went down his throat, his face was filled with ecstasy.

"Damn it, leave me some!" Wang Kun shouted urgently.

He snatched the wooden cup back and swallowed the remaining liquid.

Both of them let out a long breath, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

After a long pause, the masked man finally spoke slowly: "Old Kun, your Bloody Mary is still the best. Where did you get it from?"

"This is the last cup; I'm out of stock."

Wang Kun felt lightheaded, as if he were completely drunk even though he wasn't drinking alcohol.

He quickly calmed down, his withered face once again filled with anxiety, and he shook the masked man's shoulder, asking, "What exactly happened? Have we been exposed?"

Upon hearing this, the masked man became serious: "What happened?"

"That kid who's an apprentice at my pharmacy, he awakened his innate full soul power yesterday! Why haven't I received any news about it?"

"Perhaps the news will reach you by tomorrow." The masked man immediately relaxed, waved his hand dismissively, and said, "Our preparations are flawless. Let me tell you a secret: the newly appointed black-robed bishop of the branch hall, as well as the soldiers and clergy guarding the Martial Soul Branch Hall, most of them are our people."

Wang Kun looked on in disbelief after hearing this.

"That's not right. Since everyone in the branch hall is one of our people, why haven't I heard of anyone awakening innate full soul power?"

"You idiot, are you getting senile? Did you even examine that kid's soul power yourself? Maybe he's trying to trick you! Hahahaha!"

The masked man's undisguised mockery turned Wang Kun's face as black as an iron pot.

I did not personally measure Dongfang Jing's soul power; I only heard his side of the story.

Could it be that the innate full soul power was fake?

"Old Kun, you really are a strange person. Running a run-down pharmacy is one thing, but why take that brat as an apprentice?"

"You know nothing!"

Wang Kun pointed to the empty wooden cup on the table and said seriously, "Your favorite Bloody Mary isn't easy to make well. According to my many experiments, it requires young boys and girls who have just awakened their martial souls as ingredients!"

"Children who have just awakened their martial souls have the purest innate soul power in their bodies. It's like a newly formed spring that hasn't been polluted by acquired soul rings or the outside world. Its taste is the sweetest!"

As he continued, he gave a sinister smile: "Of course, the emotions of the raw materials before they were born are also a very important seasoning."

"I've taken care of those two brats from the Dongfang family many times just to gain their trust. Once they're completely dependent on me, I'll then brutally torment their bodies and souls."

"What kind of fear and despair will they show then?"

The masked man gave him a thumbs up in admiration: "It's all thanks to you, Lao Kun, that you can transform into Tai. Okay, that's all for now, I'm outta here."

The masked man put on his hood, turned around, and left the pharmacy.

Wang Kun, who was left behind, stood there for a while, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, is this little brat really playing me?"

Heh, no matter what, once we get to the Soul Hunter's Forest tomorrow, I'll turn you into Bloody Mary, just like your parents, hahahahaha!

Wang Kun made a startling remark and let out a wild laugh.

But the laughter abruptly stopped, as if it had caught in a glitch.

He stared wide-eyed, covered his throat with both hands, made muffled sobs, and turned his head with difficulty.

Behind him, there was a blurry, unseen figure.

The phantom figure still tightly gripped a shard of mirror in its hand.

Blood gushed from Wang Kun's neck as if it were free, and in a moment, he collapsed in a pool of blood.

His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.

There was absolutely no chance to use their martial spirit or soul skills.

Dongfang Jing did not leave immediately.

As he entered the pharmacy, his eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched tightly, and drops of blood dripped from his knuckles.

I forced myself to suppress my grief and calm down.

Dongfang Jing looked around, found a burlap sack, and stuffed all the medicinal herbs and money in the pharmacy into it.

As he left, he glanced back at the corpse on the ground.

Although I really want to tear him to pieces, I don't have time to waste on him now.

Chapter 5 Winchester City

Take all the valuables from the pharmacy.

By the time I headed home, the sun was already setting from its highest point.

Dongfang Yao, who had been staying at home, had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

She wanted to run into her brother's arms as usual, but she stopped herself in time, clenched her little hands, and asked cautiously, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Dongfang Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling conflicted about how to begin.

After organizing his thoughts, he said, "Yao'er, would you like to move to another place with your brother?"

He was very worried, afraid that his sister would be reluctant to leave the family.

From then on, there was no more fatherly or motherly love.

And this home is the only place where I can remember my parents.

But Dongfang Jing's worries were clearly unnecessary.

Dongfang Yao's big, bright eyes sparkled, and her tone was full of anticipation.

"Going on a trip with my brother? Yes, yes! Yao'er will go pack her bags now!"

After saying that, she ran back to her room and started rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

Watching his younger sister's petite figure disappear into the distance, Dongfang Jing's eyes were filled with reluctance and sorrow.

But he didn't sit idle; he quickly packed up all the important things, including his parents' belongings.

He had just used his mirroring ability to hear the conversation between Wang Kun and the masked man clearly.

If I'm not mistaken, these two are probably 'fallen'.

Dongfang Jing had heard his parents mention that the Fallen Ones were the most evil beings among Soul Masters. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of evil deeds, and even devoured human flesh and blood.

Compared to these people, even spirit beasts are cute.

Dongfang Jing knew that this kind of danger was not something he could afford to provoke at the moment.

And according to the masked man, the Martial Soul Branch Hall in Lingfeng City has now been infiltrated by the Fallen Ones.

Although he didn't know if it was true or false, he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

You never know when you might be dragged into an alley and killed by a fallen soul master while walking down the street.

The city of Lingfeng is fraught with danger, and we can no longer stay here.

Therefore, Dongfang Jing decided to move away from Linfeng City with his younger sister.

As for where to go, we'll have to figure that out on the way.

Sunset West Mountain.

Dongfang Jing hired a carriage and paid the driver with Silver Soul Coins.

It wasn't the first time the brother and sister had ridden in a horse-drawn carriage, but this time the journey was long, and they expected to be exhausted by the end.

Nestled in her brother's arms, Dongfang Yao had fallen soundly asleep.

He tightened his embrace around his younger sister, and once again felt lost about the future.

He heard Wang Kun's last words: their parents had most likely been murdered.

How can I explain this cruel reality to my three-year-old sister?

Dongfang Jing bit her lower lip, ultimately deciding to keep it a secret.

It can't be hidden for long, but...

If you can keep it a secret for a while, then you can keep it a secret for a while.

The carriage bumped along as darkness fell.

But Dongfang Jing must never close his eyes.

They are currently in the middle of nowhere, and there is a possibility that they might encounter fights or kidnappings on the road.

Similarly, the coachman cannot be completely trusted.

The other party is very likely waiting for the brother and sister to fall asleep before pulling his penis out of his pants.

When traveling, the worst thing you can do is trust others.

After a long while, the little bundle of flesh in my arms woke up.

Dongfang Jing asked softly, "What's wrong? Do you want to see Niao Niao?"

Dongfang Yao hummed in denial: "I want a bigger one."

"..."

"Pfft, just kidding. Yao'er has had enough sleep and wants to switch shifts with her brother."

After saying that, the little girl got up and stretched.

Dongfang Jing smiled helplessly and did not refuse.

Knowing my younger sister's personality, once she sets her mind on something, she won't give up until she achieves it.

Even if you tell her to keep sleeping, she won't listen.

However, Dongfang Jing could not completely relax, so he crossed his legs and entered a meditative state.