I’ve already become a titled Douluo, and only now the system arrives?

Chapter 128: Haotian Sect, Tang Chen

After a long time, Qin Xiao found a village at the foot of the mountain.

The village wasn't large, with only about a hundred households.

"Let's go and take a look. Maybe among these people, there could be some clues about Yiran."

Qin Xiao thought for a moment, then strode towards the village.

At the entrance of the village, there was a thin old man with a pipe in his mouth, puffing smoke.

When he saw Qin Xiao approaching, he exhaled a puff of smoke and asked in a hoarse voice, "Young man, you're not from our village, are you?"

Qin Xiao nodded, "Hello, I'm looking for a girl named Meng Yiran."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Meng Yiran."

"What Meng, what Yiran?"

"Meng Yiran."

"Meng what Yiran?"

Qin Xiao: '.'

This old man, is he hard of hearing?

Shouldn't he be bothering Xia Luo?

"Are you looking for Meng Yiran?" Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in Qin Xiao's ear.

Instinctively, he looked up.

He saw a woman with a coarse cloth veil covering her face appearing not far away.

Qin Xiao couldn't see her face.

But he deeply remembered those eyes.

Pure, without any impurities, as pure as a baby's gaze.

"Hey, I'm asking you a question."

Seeing Qin Xiao not responding, the woman's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Yes."

"Have you seen Meng Yiran?"

Qin Xiao nodded.

Instead of directly answering Qin Xiao's question, the woman asked again, "What's your name?"

"Qin Xiao."

"In that case, you're in the right place. Come with me."

The woman said, then walked towards the village.

Qin Xiao's eyes flashed, and he followed.

But he didn't forget to say a word to the old man at the village entrance, "Old man, take a rest."

"Okay."

The old man waved his hand, slowly straightened his body, and resumed puffing smoke.

Qin Xiao: I've never been this speechless in my life.

The village wasn't big.

Qin Xiao only walked for five minutes before following the woman to a simple house.

Of course.

Although the house was simple, it was enough to shelter from wind and rain.

"Go in, Meng Yiran is in the room."

After pushing open the door, the woman stood at the door and said to Qin Xiao.

"Thank you." Qin Xiao sincerely said a word, then stepped into the room.

Same as outside.

The room was simple but neatly arranged.

Qin Xiao easily found the girl on the bed. Who else could it be if not Meng Yiran?

However, the girl's condition wasn't very good.

Pale complexion, lips turning purple.

She looked weak and powerless.

"Your Highness."

Similarly, Meng Yiran also saw Qin Xiao and weakly called out.

At this moment, Qin Xiao had already walked quickly to Meng Yiran's side, and asked concernedly, "Are you poisoned? Who did it?"

Meng Yiran squeezed out a weak smile from the corner of her mouth, "It wasn't a person, it was a soul beast, but I killed it. However, I also got severely poisoned and escaped here."

Qin Xiao nodded understandingly.

He understood that after parting ways with Zhu Zhujing, Meng Yiran encountered danger again.

"Thanks to Sister Yuehua for saving me."

Just then, Meng Yiran said.

"Who? Yuehua?" Qin Xiao's heart suddenly felt alert.

He couldn't help but envision a beautiful figure in his mind, the Lord of the Moon Pavilion, Tang Yuehua!

However, apart from having a brief encounter with the Moon Pavilion, Qin Xiao had never seen Tang Yuehua again.

He even thought that Tang Yuehua had died in the Haotian Sect.

"Sister Yuehua, the one who brought you here."

"And the marks around the village were also arranged by Sister Yuehua."

Meng Yiran pointed to the flying knife in Qin Xiao's hand.

After hearing Meng Yiran's words, Qin Xiao looked towards the door.

And it seemed that hearing the conversation in the room, the woman outside also walked in.

Their eyes met, and Qin Xiao calmly said, "Are you Tang Yuehua?"

"Who's Tang Yuehua?" The woman asked back.

Qin Xiao narrowed his eyes.

"Could it be that my name is similar to someone you know, and you mistook me for her?"

"Not really, my surname is Yue, and my name is Hua, not Tang Yuehua as you mentioned."

The woman named Yuehua shook her head lightly.

Qin Xiao's eyes flickered, and he said again, "Then I made a mistake, thank you for saving Yiran. To show my gratitude, I can do something for you."

"Do something? Anything?" Yuehua asked.

Qin Xiao shook his head, "Not anything, just what I can do."

He was human, not a god.

If this Yuehua asked him to resurrect the dead, he wouldn't be able to do it.

"I see," Yuehua said with a drawn-out tone, "then can you help me find someone?"

Qin Xiao asked, "Who do you want to find?"

Yuehua said, "Also someone named Qin Xiao."

"What?" Qin Xiao looked puzzled.

What's going on here?

"That's right, I also want to find someone named Qin Xiao, but you don't have to hurry. Take your time to find him. If you find him, bring him to see me. If you can't find him, it doesn't matter."

There was a complex emotion in Yuehua's voice.

For a moment, Qin Xiao couldn't tell what she meant.

On the bed, Meng Yiran weakly spoke, "Your Highness, you don't know that Yuehua doesn't remember her own identity. She only remembers many people calling her Yuehua, and she's sure that it's her name, she can't be wrong."

"Yiran, you're very weak, you should rest more. Let me handle the rest."

Yuehua said with concern to Meng Yiran, then said to Qin Xiao, "When I woke up, besides my own name, I remembered a 'Qin Xiao' from the past. But whether this name is male or female, old or young, or even whether this person is alive, I don't know. But if I want to recover my memories from the past, besides 'Qin Xiao', I don't know who else to look for."

Yuehua said, her eyes seemed trance-like.

Qin Xiao saw the confusion in her eyes even more.

He nodded, "I promise this, but I can't guarantee if I can find the person you're looking for."

"Really? Thank you!"

Seeing Qin Xiao agree to her request, Yuehua's eyes were filled with surprise.

"It's okay, just do your best. I also know that there are countless people named Qin Xiao on the continent, and where can I find the one I'm looking for."

She understood Qin Xiao very well.

In her opinion, her request was also unreasonable.

Qin Xiao asked, "But I have a request, can I see your face? After knowing your appearance, I can offer a reward, post notices, to see if anyone knows you."

"Of course." Yuehua nodded and took off the veil from her face, revealing a beautiful face.

Qin Xiao's eyes flickered, he nodded slightly, "I remember."

He remained calm on the surface, but his heart was greatly shocked.

Because this woman named Yuehua looked exactly like Tang Yuehua.

But for some reason, she lost her memory.

Otherwise, a woman who valued her sect so much, seeing the one who destroyed her sect, the enemy who killed her brother, shouldn't be so calm.

He believed that Tang Yuehua's current appearance wasn't pretended.

Then, a bitter smile appeared in his heart. Tang Yuehua, oh Tang Yuehua, are you not aware that the Qin Xiao you're looking for is me?

As for why Tang Yuehua lost her memory but still remembered herself, Qin Xiao wasn't surprised.

After all, Tang Yuehua and him had an irreconcilable enmity.

"Yiran, let's go." Qin Xiao came to the bedside and lifted Meng Yiran up by the waist.

At this moment, he didn't want to stay here for another minute.

"Goodbye, Sister Yuehua."

"When my injuries are healed, I will come back to see you."

At the door, Meng Yiran waved goodbye to Yuehua.

Yuehua waved her hand, "Goodbye."

Whoosh!
The next moment, Qin Xiao didn't say a word, turning into an electric light, and disappeared from Yuehua's sight in the blink of an eye.

On the other side.

In the City of Slaughter.

"Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty."

Tang San curled up in the corner, trembling uncontrollably, his hands hugging his knees.

At this moment, he was as thin as a skeleton, his eyes blank, his mind filled with the craving for Bloody Mary.

There was no way.

Bloody Mary was too addictive.

Or maybe the new Bloody Mary was too addictive.

He heard that even the Lord of Slaughter praised the current Bloody Mary, and he wouldn't stop until he drank the blood of at least three people's worth of Bloody Mary every day.

"If I could drink so much Bloody Mary too, wouldn't I be happy?"

Tang San's heart was filled with envy towards the King of Slaughter.

Not envious of his status and position, but envious of his ability to drink so much Bloody Mary.

Now, Tang San had completely lost interest in challenging one hundred battles and walking the path of hell.

All he wished for in the City of Slaughter was to have two or three cups of Bloody Mary every day to make life truly enjoyable.

"Hurry, run!"

"The Lord of Slaughter has gone mad, he's gone mad!"

Suddenly, Tang San saw someone fleeing frantically from the end of the alley.

"What's going on?"

Leaning against the wall, Tang San walked towards the mouth of the alley.

However, when he reached outside the alley, he witnessed a bloody scene.

A man wearing a blood-red cloak threw a skinny figure into the air and then swung his hammer.

Bang!
That figure was instantly smashed into pieces, turning into a rain of blood.

Then, the man with the cloak opened his mouth, allowing the blood to fall into it.

"Hahaha, delightful, delightful!"

He laughed heartily.

In contrast, Tang San trembled all over and instinctively began to retreat.

Quietly, he retracted his body into the alley.

"Huh, wait, did I touch something behind?"

Tang San had just retreated a short distance when he felt something was wrong.

He turned his head instinctively.

He saw a pale face without any trace of blood.

And the other person even showed Tang San a strange smile.

"The King of Slaughter?"

Tang San instantly recognized the identity of the other person, feeling chills running down his spine, his legs trembling.

"Hehe."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of the King of Slaughter's mouth, a cold smile.

Then, he extended his crimson tongue and licked his lips.

Looking at Tang San, it was as if he saw some delicious food.

"Respected King of Slaughter, I, I'm actually not very tasty."

"Cough, actually, I'm very ill already."

Tang San's mind raced, and he began coughing.

"It doesn't matter."

"I'm not picky."

The King of Slaughter shook his head slightly and raised his right hand.

With a gentle grip, a black hammer with blood-red patterns appeared in his hand.

Obviously, he was about to use the same trick as before, smashing Tang San into pieces.

"Wait a minute, this hammer..."

Tang San's eyes flickered, then he shouted, "Haotian Hammer, this is the Haotian Hammer, are you a senior of my Haotian Sect?"

"Haotian Sect, Haotian Hammer?"

The King of Slaughter's expression showed obvious confusion.

"There's a chance!"

Tang San was delighted. He tightly gripped a black Haotian Hammer in his left hand and showed it to the King of Slaughter.

"What Haotian Hammer, I don't recognize it at all."

"Die!"

But at that moment, the King of Slaughter's confusion turned into determination.

He launched an attack against Tang San, lifting the Haotian Hammer high.

"No!"

Seeing this, Tang San's heart skipped a beat. But he still reacted.

He exerted all his strength to perform the Ghost Shadow Phantom Step, dodging backwards like a ghost.

Boom!
The King of Slaughter's attack missed in an instant.

"You dare to hide!"

The King of Slaughter was furious.

In the City of Slaughter, he was the master of life and death, whoever he wanted dead would die. How many dared to defy his will?

Boom!
In the next moment, nine soul rings appeared on his body.

"Nine soul rings, titled Douluo!"

"I'm just a Soul Master who can't even use soul power. Do you really need to use soul skills against me?"

Tang San's mindset collapsed.

But the King of Slaughter was not restrained by the rules of the City of Slaughter like Tang San was.

"Purple Demon Eyes!"

Suddenly, purple light emanated from Tang San's eyes.

At this moment, he could only fully utilize his Purple Demon Eyes, attempting to launch a mental attack to create a momentary respite for himself.

Hmph!
On the other hand, the King of Slaughter snorted.

Although Tang San's mental attack was weak, coincidentally, the King of Slaughter's mental state was not particularly stable at that moment, and the Purple Demon Eyes unexpectedly had an astonishing effect.

"He's controlled!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Tang San's face.

Seizing the opportunity, he quickly retreated.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from the alley.

On the other hand, the King of Slaughter's expression became increasingly ferocious.

Boom!

The Haotian Hammer fell to the ground, causing the ground to tremble, and the road paved with bricks was destroyed.

But the King of Slaughter seemed unaware. He grabbed his head with both hands, shouting in pain, "Who am I, who am I?"

"I'm not the King of Slaughter, I'm Tang Chen, the master of the Haotian Sect. You, you mongrel, get out of here!"

"We have merged into one, what's the difference between us?"

"Get out!"

The King of Slaughter seemed to be divided into two people, talking to himself in a strange way.

Finally, he let out a roar.

But after the roar, his emotions calmed down.

After a while, he raised his head, his eyes showing a strange light.

"I am Tang Chen."

"The master of the Haotian Sect, Tang Chen."

(End of this chapter)

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