Douluo Continent: Starting with controlling Ning Rongrong and establishing the Holy Cult

He turned off the live stream, washed up, and prepared to go to sleep.

He was exhausted that day.

What he didn't know was that during the time he was away, the flow of time in "Black Douluo" changed.

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Three days after the Evil Soul Master incident, in the morning.

Ning Rongrong curled up on the bed, glancing at the pills and scrolls beside her from time to time.

Her hair was already a mess, and she had dark circles under her eyes.

She is afraid.

She was afraid that once she fell asleep, her body would no longer belong to her.

Today is the last day of the promise I made with my father.

According to the agreement, if she could no longer be controlled today, she would have to admit that being controlled was just her imagination. This wouldn't have been a problem in itself, but the pills and scrolls constantly reminded her—this was reality.

Unless she's gone mad.

Being controlled or going insane are neither things Ning Rongrong wants to see.

Under intense mental stress, she considered a very terrible possibility.

What if the person controlling you knows about the three-day agreement and deliberately doesn't control themselves during those three days?

And this is very likely to happen.

She made up her mind that she couldn't just sit and wait to die today. She had to find something to provoke the person who was controlling her, or prove that she had been controlled, which meant proving that the pills and scrolls existed.

So, with her hair all messy, she found the sect's medical ward based on her memory.

She remembered that the evil spirit master had been healing here and had woken up yesterday. As a key figure, she was certain she could see him!

Stepping into the medical ward, it was empty; the medical staff were all busy inside. So, the lone person in front of her was that young girl.

Earlier in the cave, the light was dim, and she couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly, but now she could.

She looked sixteen years old, with short, dark blue hair and purple eyes. She was currently wearing a blue and white hospital gown, with her previous tattered clothes lying on the bedside table.

Ning Rongrong quickly walked over, stood beside the girl, and took her hand.

The mark of the Dark Blue Silver Grass on the girl's hand faded a bit, but Ning Rongrong was certain that it was the soul imprint of the Dark Blue Silver Grass.

"I think I recognize you. You're the one who saved me that day..."

The girl's voice was clear and cheerful.

"Shut up."

In contrast, Ning Rongrong's coldness made her seem like the evil soul master.

"Well."

The girl was speechless.

Chapter 8 Ning Rongrong: So there are still people who believe in me

The girl didn't know what she had done to anger her younger sister.

The girl felt wronged, but she didn't say anything.

The girl tried to pat her younger sister on the back to calm her down, but her hand was slapped away.

"Don't touch me."

Ning Rongrong's voice struck the girl once again.

"okay."

The girl nodded.

After confirming that the other party was indeed the person from before, Ning Rongrong took out the pills and scroll.

"Can you see these things—the pills and scrolls?"

Ning Rongrong sounded a little anxious.

The girl was taken aback. She looked at Ning Rongrong, then at the "thing" in Ning Rongrong's hand, and then at Ning Rongrong's expectant face. She nodded hesitantly.

"Yes, I can see it. It's a pill and a scroll."

visible!

Ning Rongrong was overjoyed and quickly beckoned Jian Gu and the other two behind her to come over.

"Did you hear that? She can see it; it's just you who can't see it. Now that proves I was..."

She only saw Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo smile helplessly, and then nod.

Regardless of their reasons for being helpless, they've admitted it!

Ning Rongrong's expression finally returned to normal, and the girl in front of her looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"pain……"

The girl's voice reached her ears, and Ning Rongrong realized that she had been using too much force.

"Feel sorry."

She quickly put away the pills and scrolls, and then quickly straightened her hair. She cleared her throat and looked at the girl.

How pleasing to the eye is a delicate and pretty face!

Ning Rongrong stretched out her hands and flashed her signature smile.

"Hello, my name is Ning Rongrong."

A ray of light shone through the girl's face.

"I...I am called Tang Twelve!"

There was no evil in her purple eyes, only pure kindness.

"Twelve? Why is it called that?"

"Because the people in the village call me something like 'Ten something,' and my father's surname is Tang, so my name is Tang Twelve."

"This isn't your real name?"

"Yes, I was adopted and I don't have a name."

"Can we be friends? I'll call you Twelfth Sister from now on!"

"Sure, Rongrong."

Tang Twelve smiled gently.

Ning Rongrong gestured for Jian Gu and the other to leave, as she only intended to speak with Tang Twelve alone from now on.

"Do you know, when I woke up that morning, I found that my body no longer belonged to me. I was being controlled by a powerful being, eavesdropping on the evil spirit masters' news, and heading to their stronghold."

"Yes, Rongrong has arrived at the place where I was taken away."

"Yes, then he controlled me to hide in the wooden box, and none of those evil spirit masters noticed! After that, he controlled my body, wiped out everyone, and used the cultivation techniques on the scroll to help me level up four times, reaching level 30..."

Ning Rongrong was speaking enthusiastically when she suddenly lost her nerve.

"But after I came back and regained control of my body, when I told my father, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone and the others about it... they didn't believe me, and they couldn't see the scroll or the pills either."

Ning Rongrong suddenly gripped Tang Twelve's hand tightly:

“Until I met you! You told me you could see them, which means you would believe me, right?”

Tang Twelve squinted and said with a smile, "Of course, I believe you, I believe everything about you."

"Great!"

Ning Rongrong excitedly rushed into Tang Twelve's arms and hugged him tightly.

Tang Twelve, meanwhile, repeatedly stroked Ning Rongrong's fine hair.

After a long while, Ning Rongrong finished venting her emotions and broke free from Tang Twelve's embrace.

"Your martial spirit..."

"Yes, Dark Blue Silver Grass, an evil martial soul, it was born this way. But I have never used it to do anything bad."

Tang Twelve spoke with a touch of melancholy.

"It's alright. I've heard some things from my dad these past few days. Not all evil spirit masters have evil martial spirits, and possessing an evil martial spirit doesn't automatically make someone an evil spirit master. The judgment of an evil spirit master should be based on whether they have a benevolent heart!"

"……Um!"

Tang Twelve nodded in agreement, and glistening tears fell onto Ning Rongrong's hand.

Ning Rongrong wiped away Tang Twelve's tears and encouraged him:

"Well then, I wish you a speedy recovery. I'll be going now!"

She got up and left the medical ward.

Tang Twelve watched Ning Rongrong's retreating figure and smiled.

She knew that Ning Rongrong was deliberately avoiding the topic of her hometown.

But she had to accept it.

The day before yesterday, the day she woke up, the day Ning Fengzhi brought people to ask who had escaped from the cave, she learned the truth—

"Everyone is safe and sound!"

She watched Ning Rongrong's figure disappear from sight and said with a smile.

-

In the main hall of the sect, Ning Rongrong was in a good state of mind.

She brought Jian Gu and the other person to Ning Fengzhi.

“They can all testify for me that I was indeed being controlled.”

Ning Fengzhi looked at his excited daughter and the helpless Jian Gu, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.