Douluo 2: I transmigrated as Huo Yuhao's own sister

Chapter 116 A familiar figure?
“Fu Shou Smokehouse.”

"Is this right here?"

Huo Yunche raised her eyes and looked at the house in front of her, which was not very magnificent and even had a sense of dilapidation. It was somewhat similar to the mahjong parlor she had seen before.

Huo Yunche took a step forward, as if something was stopping her from approaching.A red light flashed in her eyes, and when she raised her eyes again, she gasped in shock.

The huge black skull was grinning in her direction, and the yelling malice was pouring out of its eyes.

The entire house was infected by black intent for an unknown amount of time. Even the ravines on the ground could not contain the black light escaping. The black light slowly connected together as it spread, and finally swallowed up the entire Fu Shou Smokehouse and turned it into a A black skull that occupies most of the sky dominates this place.

Huo Yunche's eyebrows were filled with a trace of solemnity, and his eyebrows were twisted into a twist shape unconsciously. In his mind, he unconsciously recalled some of the news he had heard along the way -

"If nothing else, let's just talk about the old Zhangtou in our town who lost his wife just after the baby was born but still carried the pressure of the family and never continued his relationship. He has been so stubborn that he has suffered all his life and is not even willing to accept gifts from his neighbors. That's also true. It’s so evil, but in the end, it’s all about the longevity ointment.”

"On weekdays, he even has to consider buying a bag of rice."

"This morning, I saw Lao Zhangtou dragging the little girl he had finally grown up to be both a father and a mother to the Fu Shou Smokehouse."

"Oh, what a crime."

No wonder the common people she passed by along the way always avoided Fu Shou Opium House, like a frightened bird. She could only extract one or two pieces of information from the occasional words.

After entering the Fu Shou opium shop, no matter whether you want to take Fu Shou opium or not, you will end up as if you have changed your gender. You will sell everything for it, bankrupt your family, or even, like losing your mind, you will sell your children and daughters, just to take a sip of that damn thing. Fushou ointment.

It turns out that the strange soul-derived power in Aunt Wang's man is not a special case.

Huo Yunche lowered his eyes and looked at the black intentions that kept running past her. He slowly restrained the protection of his left hand's soul power and allowed the power of the outside world to invade.

"Take a sip."

A straight and warm voice sounded in Huo Yunche's ears, and a slightly bewitching aura mixed with fatal temptations surged in her mind.

This is dad's voice
There was a rare trace of anger in Huo Yunche's eyes. She raised her eyes and glared at the black hole that was shouting without any order in the sky. She secretly suppressed the black intention in the palm of her left hand, raised her leg, and walked towards Walk to the building built into the Fu Shou Smokehouse.

After accepting the influence of the black intention, the vague feeling of obstruction completely disappeared. She pushed open the ajar door of Fu Shou Smoke House, her eyes dimming slightly.

There was no light in the room, and it was full of smoke. Several small tables were arranged in a mess, and more than a dozen people were sitting slumped at the tables. There were still people slumped around them. There were no less than twenty people. Although their postures were different, their faces were still different. The whole body was glowing with an unnatural red light, and the corners of his mouth could not help but sigh with satisfaction.

Tsk, a bunch of junkies.

With Huo Yunche's eyesight, it is not difficult to see that the dark intentions accumulated in this group of people cannot be formed in a day or two.

There was a hint of impatience in her eyes, but she paused slightly, pretending to be timidly looking for her family, her eyes darting across the ground, searching for the best way to land.

"Excuse me, is my dad here?"

Only the size of a nine-year-old child formed Huo Yunche's best cover. She shouted "Daddy" softly while groping towards the back room. "Da da da--"

There was the sound of calm pacing, followed closely by the sound of someone falling to his knees with a "plop".

Huo Yunche suddenly stopped and looked around. She found a corner covered by hanging white cloth and hid in it. After quietly melting into the darkness, she opened a corner with her right hand, exposed her eyes, and looked out. .

"Uncle, give me a sip, just one sip, uncle"

An old man who looked to be over fifty, with lame hair like weeds that hadn't been taken care of for an unknown period of time, was kneeling on the ground, looking towards the person in front of him. He was holding a delicate cigarette rod in his hand. The man who was caressing her slowly kowtowed, once, once, and again.

It could be heard that there was no trace of slackness, it was all real strength. Within a few strokes, blood oozed from his forehead and flowed downwards, blurring his honest and simple face, giving it a more ferocious look. Terrible.

"Do you have money?"

The man held the cigarette rod and placed it on the old man's chin, with no intention of concealing the disdain in his tone.

"I have no money, but!" The old man shook his head bitterly, as if he had thought of something. He rolled his eyes a few times, stood up, nodded and bowed, and pulled two people with their hands tied and their mouths covered. The girl came in. "Uncle, look at how pretty my daughter is. I'll keep her here, okay? Just take one bite."

Gee.

Rubbish.

Huo Yunche clenched his fist slightly and saw that the girl who was dragged over did not struggle at all. She bowed her head submissively and numbly between the man's raised hands. There were only tears hidden on her face, and the look that was looking at the old man. With a nostalgic yet determined look, mixed with a hint of death, he shifted his gaze in frustration.

"This morning, I saw Lao Zhangtou dragging the little girl he had finally grown up to be both a father and a mother to the Fu Shou Smokehouse."

Thinking of the neighborhood gossip he heard in the morning, Huo Yunche twitched his lips unnaturally. Is it probably the old Zhangtou who suddenly changed his gender and the baby he finally made big that the villagers talked about?

But why is there someone behind this girl?

Why does this figure look so familiar?
Huo Yunche looked behind the girl with some suspicion, but he couldn't see anything clearly in the dark corridor with flickering candlelight, not to mention there were several people blocking it.

"Uncle, please, just let me take a breath."

The old man tugged at the corner of the man's shoe and begged. The man finally admired the way the first girl held on even though she was scared to death. He sneered slightly with little interest and raised his right hand slightly. The package was not exquisite. Something hit the old man on the face, and then he raised his feet and walked towards the motionless figure behind him.

"Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle -"

The old man picked up the thing on his face and stumbled out, not forgetting to feed himself the longevity ointment that he had finally obtained.

"boom--"

He accidentally fell to the ground. He didn't care about the pain on his body at all. He whimpered uncontrollably and lay on the ground licking wildly in distress.

(End of this chapter)