Douluo Dalu: Transforming Soul Rings into Soul Veins

In the sunless Tube Building.

Yu Xiaogang groggily opened his eyes. His vision was a blur. The space seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze.

The surrounding walls were mottled and dilapidated. The air was filled with a damp and musty smell, which made him involuntarily frown.

"Hiss—"

Although the bloody holes on his four limbs had already disappeared, there was another place on his lower body that was still dripping with blood. Unfortunately, at this time, Yu Xiaogang couldn't feel a bit of pain. He suspected that the nerves there were completely damaged.

He tremblingly lifted the cloth there, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and prayed in his heart...

It's over.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes went black.

His entire brain went "buzz." For a moment, he couldn't think of anything.

Yu Xiaogang's heart suddenly clenched. Everything before him was beyond his imagination and tolerance. He struggled to close his eyes, trying to drive this indescribable feeling of disgust and despair out of his mind, but the memory, mixed with various unbearable smells, was like a brand, deeply engraved in the bottom of his heart.

The surroundings were so quiet that he could only hear his own rapid and irregular breathing, as well as the occasional unknown sounds coming from a distance, which added a few more points of a terrifying atmosphere to this already sinister Tube Building.

He collapsed to the ground in despair.

A single tear quietly slid down, followed by an unstoppable torrent of tears pouring down like a spring, soaking Yu Xiaogang's dust-covered cheeks. In this place of despair and darkness, he was as if abandoned by the entire world. Loneliness and humiliation were like two sharp knives, cutting his soul.

Bibi Dong, damn it!

Fire appeared in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, but he couldn't muster a single thought of resistance. For no other reason than that in his heart, he, at level 29 soul power, simply did not have the confidence or strength to resist. He couldn't even form the thought of resistance.

When faced with this kind of predicament, the first thing he thought of was not revenge, but to run, to run far, far away.

He struggled to support his body. Although his four limbs were no longer a major issue, the unhealed wound on his lower body was constantly reminding him. Every movement was a great test of his will. Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, tightly pressing the wound with one hand, while his other hand fumbled around, searching for a possible support point or tool.

Unexpectedly, beside him was a "crutch." It was just right to support his body, which was difficult to stand firm on because of his lame right leg. Yu Xiaogang held the crutch tightly as if he had found a treasure, and slowly stood up with its help.

He forcibly suppressed his disgust and began to walk in this dim corridor. This place is very much like a prison...

But why am I in this kind of one-way street?

Yu Xiaogang's thoughts at this moment were like a roller coaster. He tried hard to recall what had happened before, but his head was splitting with pain, and he couldn't remember anything. He could only remember that he had been heavily injured by Bibi Dong and, after fainting, had appeared here.

He found that he was wearing strange clothing. It was neither common clothing nor a prison uniform, but a kind of dark-colored long robe made of some coarse material. This attire was a far cry from the world he knew, filled with an "exotic flavor."

Continuing to walk forward, the structure of the Tube Building began to become complicated. It seemed to be a huge maze. Endless corridors and doors were intertwined, forming an intricate network. And at every intersection, a strange smell permeated the air, a mixture of various indescribable scents, making one nauseous.

From time to to time, low moans or eerie laughter would come from some of the rooms, making the sinister environment even more hair-raising. Yu Xiaogang held his crutch tightly and walked forward with faltering steps. Every step was taken with extreme caution, for fear that he would fall into an even deeper predicament.

Gradually, he found that these rooms and corridors were not completely dark. In some corners or through the cracks of doors, a faint light would always shine through. His gaze was unconsciously attracted by those lights, as if they were lighthouses guiding him forward.

Unknowingly, Yu Xiaogang had reached the end. This one door, unlike the other rooms that only let out a glimmer of light—this door was not locked, only ajar.

Likewise, this was also the only path he could take.

He swallowed hard and tremblingly poked his head out, wanting to get a glimpse of the specific scene inside through the slightly open door crack.

"Brother Jie, hurry up."

"Alright, brother's coming right now. Just wait a moment."

Yu Xiaogang's heart felt as if it were being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand. The conversation leaking from the door crack was incomparably piercing, making his face instantly turn deathly pale. He listened in disbelief. Those voices were like calls from hell, making his whole body turn cold.

Those are two fcking male voices!!!*

Yu Xiaogang tightly gripped his crutch, his fingers turning white from the force. Cold sweat couldn't stop sliding down from his forehead, dripping onto the filthy ground, making a soft but clear sound.

He felt an unprecedented fear and disgust, as if something were gnawing at his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The place where he had woken up was the dead end of this corridor. The rooms he had passed along the way were all locked. This was the only way. He once again poked his head out and found that behind the wooden door was an iron railing. He imagined all of them were of this structure.

If this is a prison, why add a door in front of the iron railing?

No, I have to go back. He didn't know if there was an exit ahead, but Yu Xiaogang knew that as long as he dared to enter, others would help him open up a path. It wasn't certain that they would only open up a path in three places.

His left hand trembled as he closed the door that he had opened a little just now.

"Hoo—"

He let out a breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Good, not a single sound was made. I wish the two guys in there a happy time.

However, what he didn't notice was that the voices inside had already stopped for a while.

Just as his tiptoes had lifted, the main door in front of him burst open with a boom!

Bang—

"Yo, Xiao Wei, look! A little mouse has run outside our room."

Yu Xiaogang's heart stopped abruptly. Before him was a tall, sturdy, and slightly fat man. His skin was dark, and he wore a pair of glasses. A malicious smile was on his face, and he was sizing him up with narrowed eyes. Beside him stood another man who was slightly thinner but also had an evil smile on his face.

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, his pupils shrinking violently when his gaze met Brother Jie's lower region.

His lips trembled as he said, "Bi-big, big brothers. I... I took a wrong turn. I'll leave now, I'll leave now."

"Leave?"

Brother Jie let out a sinister laugh. "You've offended us, and you still think you can run?"

Xiao Wei let out a "tsk." "Brother Jie, isn't that Grandmaster Wet? It seems he just woke up. And he came here on his own, hehe."

"Oh?"

Brother Jie grabbed the neck of Yu Xiaogang, who was trying to escape, and lifted him up like a duck.

"Bang—"

The room door was already tightly closed.

He licked the corner of his mouth. "I can't just let him go. He came in and now he's short of a good brother. That's a rare thing in this Tube Building. Let's have him be our brother."

Tube Building?

Yu Xiaogang's face changed greatly. He finally realized where this was. The legendary place that Spirit Hall used to imprison the most extremely evil perverts!

"Let... let me go... You will suffer retribution for this!" Yu Xiaogang's voice became high-pitched due to fear. He tried to struggle, but his weak and injured body made it impossible for him to resist at all.

Brother Jie sneered coldly, not caring at all about Yu Xiaogang's threat. "Retribution? Here, we are the retribution. Xiao Wei, go and close the door. Today, we're going to have a good time being brothers with him."

Xiao Wei chuckled, quickly walked over and closed the door, cutting off the faint light from the outside. The entire room once again fell into darkness. Only a dim yellow light hung from the ceiling, barely illuminating a corner of the room. There was a shabby wooden bed and some scattered sundries.

Yu Xiaogang's heart was beating like a drum. If he couldn't escape, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Big brothers, I really didn't see anything. Please let me go..."

Brother Jie sneered. "Let you go? That won't do. But, if you behave, maybe we'll let you suffer a little less."

As he spoke, he and Xiao Wei began to approach Yu Xiaogang, their faces showing a ferocious smile. Let me have a look!

"Behave!"

"No, Brother Jie!"

Yu Xiaogang cried out in pain, his four limbs flailing about like an octopus, trying to escape from his grasp.

"Hmph!"

Brother Jie's tone revealed his impatience. He gave a fierce push, throwing Yu Xiaogang heavily to the ground. Yu Xiaogang only felt the world spin, and then the intense pain from his back made him almost unable to breathe.

Xiao Wei chuckled at the side, his eyes as if watching a good show about to unfold.

Brother Jie sneered coldly, reached out and pinched Yu Xiaogang's chin, forcing him to look up at him. "Kid, you'd better be honest. Otherwise, you'll have a hard time."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were filled with fear and despair.

"No, please let me go..." Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled, almost begging.

Brother Jie picked up Yu Xiaogang's crutch, and with some surprise, looked at Xiao Wei.

"Isn't this Lao San's medicine-pounding pestle? He left it here beside this Yu Xiaogang?"

Xiao Wei chuckled. "Just right."

"That's right. If you commit a crime, you have to be reformed. There are so many medicinal herbs here. Pound the medicine well."

"Come, Yu Xiaogang, help out. Pound these medicinal herbs well with us."

Yu Xiaogang was silent. They found me to come here and pound medicine?

No one answered. And no one came to save him.

In this sunless cage, Yu Xiaogang began his days of pounding medicine with a medicine-pounding pestle.