Douluo 2: I dressed up as Huo Yuhao’s biological sister

"Never underestimate any guy who wears rags."

There are many weird people in the gold rush area.

Here, perhaps a person dressed like a beggar is worth far more than a person dressed luxuriously.

This is the person that He Caitou is looking for.

Fourteenth floor.

Fifteenth floor.

Sixteenth floor.

Seventeenth floor.

"Ding--"

Eighteenth floor, here we are!

The eighteenth floor of the gold mining area was different from the bustling and lively previous floors. Instead, it was much quieter. There was not even any bright lights. It was dim and creepy. When He Caitou stepped in, he found that a hideous mask had appeared on his face and he was wearing a long black cloth smock.

The clever thing is.

Almost everyone who comes to this floor is dressed like this.

He Caitou's appearance was not eye-catching.

It was like a stone falling into a pond, causing only a few ripples before instantly blending into this dark and undercurrent environment.

So he walked towards the location in his memory as if no one was around.

The biggest difference between the eighteenth floor of the gold-mining area and the previous floors is that there are no more exquisite products displayed on stalls for easy viewing. Instead, there are rows of small and narrow houses.

And for the sake of confidentiality, each house is equipped with anti-peeping and anti-eavesdropping soul guides, so if you look at it from the outside, this floor seems to be just a "slum".

Gray and dilapidated.

Eighteenth floor, building number eighteen.

There was no emotion in the eyes that looked through the mask at the crooked and cobweb-covered house number 18. It was always new. By the same token, if there were people walking around for a long time, there would be less dust, but the door of number 18 was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Don’t ask how He Caitou knew it. You can tell by looking at the way he looks in panic as he waves his sleeves to disperse the air around him.

To be honest, he was less than 10% sure that the old guy was still stationed here. In his opinion, the old guy was an extreme mysophobe. Not to mention dust and cobwebs, even if there was a little fingerprint, he would wipe it with a cloth for a long time.

Except his mother.

Thinking of this, there was a slight fluctuation in He Caitou's eyes.

He immediately stopped waving his sleeves and pushed the door open.

"Squeak-"

"Villa No. 18 is not accepting guests. Please go back." An old and drunken voice sounded faintly.

No one was seen, only sounds were heard.

There was even little light inside the house, and visibility was almost as low as at night.

When He Caitou heard this, his brows under the mask were furrowed.

"I remember you couldn't drink." There was still some helplessness in his voice, "I'm back, don't you want to see me, Grandpa?"

...ping-pong.

The old man flashed out with a dazed look on his face, holding a half-open wine bottle. A candlelight dimly lit up in the room, and then a big face covered with wrinkles suddenly appeared in front of He Caitou.

Exciting, complicated, and gratifying.

Various emotions intertwined together, the old man's lips trembled, and finally he turned his eyes away, unable to bear to watch.

"I can see that you've suffered a lot outside, He'er."

He Caitou's heart sank, and a hint of emotion welled up in his eyes.

"It's bad enough that your little face doesn't look half as pretty as your mother's, but it didn't even inherit a single bit of your scoundrel father's looks, and it's so tanned that it's gone. Grandpa is really heartbroken."

He Caitou's mouth twitched. It was his fault. He shouldn't have expected anything from this stinky old man!

It only took a moment for his expression to change from gentle to expressionless.

only--

"Stinky old man, can you see through this mask?" He Caitou was a little surprised. You know, the mask on his face has not been removed yet.

"Old man, I designed this myself, why can't I see through it?"

The old man raised his eyebrows complacently, turned around and pulled out a chair that could still be seen as a seat from the ruins in the room. He raised his right leg arrogantly, lay on the chair with his legs spread out, and then took a big gulp of the wine. There was a faint "splashing" sound as he moved.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, living a life of drunkenness and dreaming.

"...You're welcome." He Caitou shook his head, then frowned in confusion, "Was there any sound just now?"

"What kind of sound could that be?" The old man curled his lips. Although the voice sounded nearby, it sounded somewhat melodious for some reason. "Since you are still alive, don't stay here any longer. It's not safe..."

"It's not safe for you to stay here..." He Caitou muttered.

Then he raised his hand, and the bright daylight suddenly spread out from the soul guide device he had been holding in his palm.

"I told you, a stinky old man, are obviously afraid of dirt. How could you tolerate seeing Room 18 become like this..." He Caitou murmured, with suppressed, unspeakable sadness in his eyes. There was no trace of the old man anywhere he could see. It was clearly just a remnant of regret injected into the soul guide he had buried here in advance.

Day after day, just waiting for the person I care about in my heart.

"Let's go, Xiaohe."

The old man smiled gently, his face full of wrinkles, but he didn't look ferocious at all, but rather friendly. He raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to pat He Caitou's head, but the child had grown up, and he had grown old...

The old man was about to retract his hand with some regret.

"Wow--"

During the movement, there was another strange dragging sound.

He Caitou's eyes became hot. This time he heard it clearly. It was the sound of chains!

He pursed his lips, his eyes seemed to want to see something through the remnant of the old man. Unfortunately, this remnant seemed to have stayed here for too long. The moment he saw He Caitou, the obsession that made him insist on not dissipating...

The regret gradually becomes transparent.

He Caitou could only lean forward slightly to cooperate, with the top of his head placed just in the palm of the old man's hand. At the moment when the regret faded away -

"Grandpa, please wait for me!" He Caitou shouted.

There was still a hint of relief in the old man's dim eyes. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but it was too late.

There was already a commotion outside House 18.

He Caitou narrowed his eyes and his state suddenly calmed down. He glanced around and his soul power instantly penetrated into the storage soul guide device. One by one, finely crafted soul guide parts suddenly appeared in the air.

Five fingers flying.

One after another, soul-guided bombs containing extremely terrifying power took shape instantly.

Trigger-type micro-pressure soul-guided bomb.

This is what he has been preparing since he came to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Instructor Academy, so that he will have a layer of protection when he comes here one day.

I didn't think I could use it.

He just didn't expect that the intelligence network of the person behind the scenes was even larger than he imagined.

A dark light flashed in He Caitou's eyes.

but--

The corners of his lips curled up.

Judging from his familiarity with the underground arena alone, perhaps he is the king!