Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 81 When will that person wake up?

"I'm sorry, Elder Ghost, this mission has failed."

The exquisite manor has been reduced to ruins, the earth has cracked, and smoke and dust are billowing everywhere.

Even a specially paved layer of hard stone could not stop the aftershocks of more than ten Soul Saints fighting. The terrifying Soul Skills completely flattened the ground.

To make matters worse, there were also a few scattered figures around, gazing at the scene from afar, seemingly curious as well.

"Let's leave first; this is not a place to stay for long."

The ghostly voice was as hoarse and deep as ever. He helped the captain, who had lost an arm, to his feet. He stared at the cruel battlefield, and when he saw the two men lying lifeless on the ground wearing bulky soul armor, even though he had seen death many times, his eyes were still gloomy.

The seven members of the special team were all handpicked. They had to have at least the cultivation level of a Soul Saint in order to maximize the operation of the special soul tool named "Soul Armor". In terms of martial soul, they also excluded elites with beast martial souls that could change their body shape.

With defense secured, they specifically selected a weapon spirit master with immense destructive power and even specially transferred a talent from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School who could provide support while also possessing considerable combat strength.

This seven-person team, whose cultivation level was only Soul Saint, was highly anticipated. However, on their first mission, they encountered a desperate situation with no chance of survival.

"Ten Soul Saints with considerable cultivation, and one powerful offensive weapon spirit master with terrifyingly high-quality martial souls—you've done quite well to achieve this."

Ghost Douluo gazed at the group who were helping each other up and then collecting their companions' bodies, and said quietly, "Although there are still some flaws in the coordination, it doesn't affect the overall situation. The biggest problem is that although the 'Soul Armor' has strong defense and amplification, its consumption rate of soul power is too exaggerated, which made you too eager to disrupt the opponent's formation and fail to gain more advantages at the beginning."

The biggest problem lies in the unfinished "Soul Armor". In actual combat, it was discovered that for those who are not familiar with it, it is easy to turn an advantage into a disadvantage.

Taking the medicine and bandages from his companion, the captain silently gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor and then sprayed it all over the broken part of his arm. He finished bandaging it up, not uttering a sound, but his teeth were clenched tightly, and his face twitched uncontrollably.

Without his right hand, he can only use his left hand to wield the axe, which will reduce his combat power by at least 30%.

But the wound in my heart is heavier and more painful than the one in my arm.

Turning his head to look at his comrade's corpse on the ground, the captain's face was numb as he gulped down another mouthful of strong liquor, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of scorching flames that burned from his throat all the way to his chest.

"Is it because I'm cold-blooded and heartless, that I stood by and watched someone die?"

Ghost Douluo suddenly spoke up: "The magic device was clearly on the whole time, I could hear your voices, so I naturally know what kind of opponents you were facing. Do you want to ask me to my face why I sent you to your deaths?"

The group immediately stopped what they were doing, looking at the captain who kept pouring wine for them, and Ghost Douluo who was talking to himself, clearly waiting for an explanation.

"From the moment I set off, I knew that nothing I faced would be surprising."

"Although I don't fully understand the elders' thoughts, I'm willing to die for the Spirit Hall!"

Clutching his severed arm, the middle-aged man grinned: "Is death so scary? I would have died long ago without the Spirit Hall. Consider it repayment. Gun Ghost, Old Wang too. If we were really afraid of death, why would we have chosen to come?"

When deciding whether or not to wear the armor, the disheveled, tired-looking girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School repeatedly said that the mission was dangerous and her life was not guaranteed.

But everyone remained standing there without hesitation, letting the servants dress them piece by piece.

The ghostly figure's solemn expression softened considerably, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

You won't regret your decision today.

"I understand," the captain smiled, his face showing some helplessness, "but this time... we've lost."

Even though the wound was bandaged in time, the massive blood loss made this Soul Saint expert's face frighteningly pale. He looked down at the young man who was being held down by Ghost Douluo, but his eyes instantly turned fierce.

"Elder Ghost, should we take this person back?"

Even though he wished he could tear the other party to pieces, the captain remained calm and knew that the other party's background was definitely not simple.

"This is a bit troublesome."

Ghost Douluo's brows slowly furrowed: "Golden Feather Longbow? A direct descendant of the royal family of a small country, how dare they interfere in such matters? What a pity for such outstanding talent, to be someone's dog."

Reaching the Soul Douluo level at the age of not yet thirty is not only due to talent, but also likely due to a great deal of opportunity. If he really dedicates himself to cultivation for ten years, he might have a chance to become the youngest Title Douluo.

It's a pity.

"Those good-for-nothings from the Heaven Dou royal family, they're weak and they just keep trying to fool people." Ghost Douluo shook his head speechlessly, looking at the young man lying on the ground with his face covered in mud, his eyes filled with regret and mockery.

"Too bad, your cultivation level has increased, but your brain hasn't. Do you think you can mess with the Spirit Hall?"

"I'll... I'll let you go! I'll do anything!"

The young Soul Douluo took a deep breath, forcing a smile despite his humiliation and embarrassment: "I know you, Ghost Douluo Ghostly, a favorite of His Majesty the Pope. What do you think of my talent?"

"I've admired the Spirit Hall for a long time, as long as..."

boom!

With a harsh sound like a watermelon shattering, the fine head exploded into several pieces of red and white gooey, leaving the group of tin cans dumbfounded.

"We've already faced life and death together. What if you join the Spirit Hall and hold a grudge against me? I don't want to be constantly watched by a junior who is both highly talented and younger than me."

He wiped the debris off his feet on the ground, put his hands behind his back, and spoke calmly.

"Someone like you can't join the Spirit Hall, and I can't just let you go back to the royal family like a bunch of idiots, so I have no choice but to do this."

Just like that, he was killed?

The captain covered his head with his only remaining left hand, feeling both amused and exasperated. All his worries vanished with that energetic and decisive kick.

"Pack your gear and let's go. What are you all standing there for? Do I have to treat you?"

With his right foot planted firmly on the ground, Ghost Douluo looked at the unmoved group and spoke in a low voice, clearly showing some dissatisfaction.

"Please wait a moment."

They picked up all the weapons and equipment of their fallen teammates and put them into their soul tools. They didn't have time to clean up their fallen teammates' remains, so they could only prepare to put them together with the equipment.

"etc."

Before they could even make a move, the ghost stopped them and handed over two seemingly insignificant rings.

"What is this?"

The dark ring was inlaid with a pale blue, mottled gemstone, with a faint character for "soul" engraved in the center. If it hadn't been carefully taken out by the ghost, it would have been a cheap handmade item that wouldn't have sold for a good price on a regular street stall.

"Put them on."

The ghost said calmly, "Life goes on and on, and if you're lucky enough, death can also be a form of rebirth."

Is death also a form of rebirth?

Could our Spirit Hall possibly bring the dead back to life?!

The group exchanged bewildered glances, until finally Ning Xing, always the boldest among them, stepped forward and respectfully asked the crucial question: "May I ask Elder Gui, what exactly constitutes luck?"

"This one?"

Even the ghost fell silent, looking at the hopeful and expectant eyes of the group, and spoke expressionlessly.

"It depends on when that person wakes up."

(End of this chapter)