In Douluo, he devoured Tang San's spirit at the beginning

Chapter 11 Old Jack: Tang Hao, you are mentally ill.

"Oh!"

The moment Han Yu's Clear Sky Hammer touched Tang Hao's arm, a loud noise was heard.

Even the entire blacksmith shop shook twice, and countless dust from the ceiling fell down, and the visibility inside the blacksmith shop decreased rapidly.

"Cough cough cough."

Two figures, one big and one small, rushed out from the dust. Tang Hao looked at his arm that was deformed by the Han Yu Haotian Hammer, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

You have to know that Han Yu was using all his strength to smash it down. Although Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo and his physical strength was much higher than that of ordinary people, he was in that anxious situation, and he hadn't used his soul power for many years.

In other words, Tang Hao is truly a tough guy, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Han Yu, so even though beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, he didn't say a word.

"Old Deng! Have we forgotten something?"

Han Yu looked around. The dust in the house was still floating in the air. He definitely couldn't go back in a short time, but what had he forgotten?

"Xiao San forgot it in there."

Tang Hao also noticed that one person was missing at this time. He let out a long sigh to ease some of his pain, gritted his teeth and went back into the house to pull out Tang San, who was like a dead dog, and at the same time threw his already soaked bedding aside to dry.

Tang San's face was ashen at this time, his eyes were tightly closed, his pale lips were trembling, his arms were tightly wrapped around himself, his legs were bent, and he curled himself up as much as possible, his whole body was shaking.

"This"

Looking at Tang San's appearance, Tang Hao showed disgust. A mere night of storm turned out like this. How could a hundred thousand year old soul beast be in such a state? No wonder he wanted to seize the inheritance of the Blue Silver Emperor.

"Let's take him to Grandpa Jack's house. He should be fine after taking some medicine."

Han Yu squatted down and probed Tang San's mouth and nose, then stood up and proposed to Tang Hao.

Whatever.

After closing the door of the blacksmith shop, not long after, Han Yu knocked on Old Jack's door.

When Old Jack opened the door, he saw the lovely Xiao Han Yu in front of him, Tang Hao with an injured arm behind him, and Tang San on Tang Hao's shoulder.

"This is this?"

Old Jack was a little confused at this time, not knowing what was going on.

"Grandpa Jack, Tang San went out to play too late last night, and it rained so hard. Lao Deng and I were very worried. We went to look for him as soon as the rain stopped in the morning. But the silly boy didn't know where to hide and was caught in the rain all night. Lao Deng's arm was also injured in the process of looking for him. Alas."

Han Yu answered Old Jack's questions with an obedient look on her face. In the end, she walked to Tang Hao with a distressed look on her face and gently stroked Tang Hao's injured arm.

"Hey, hurry up. Hurry up and put Xiao San in the house!!"

After understanding the general situation, old Jack, with a kind heart, could not sit idly by and quickly invited the three people into the house.

While Old Jack was tinkering with the medicine, Tang Hao looked at Han Yu's thin back with pride.

This child's mischievous and lying character is exactly the same as when he was a child.

Tang Hao's eyes seemed a little soft, as if he recalled his childhood in the Haotian Sect.

"Lao Deng, Lao Deng, is your arm okay?"

Tang Hao, who was immersed in his memories, gradually came back to his senses after hearing Han Yu's concerned words. Looking at the little Han Yu in front of him, he reached out his intact arm, rubbed Han Yu's head, and laughed a few times.

Old Jack, who was tinkering with medicine in the inner room, couldn't help but feel curious when he heard Tang Hao's laughter.

"Tang Hao's arm is so injured, and his youngest son is unconscious, but he can still laugh. Is he mentally ill? No, no, Tang Hao is so tall and strong, I have to observe him carefully, otherwise if he wants to do something bad, no one in my Holy Soul Village should be able to stop him."

Just like that, after Old Jack fed Tang San the medicine and applied it on Tang Hao's injured arm, he stood in front of Tang Hao, stretched out a finger seriously, and asked.

"Tang Hao, look at me, what am I doing?"

Tang Hao looked puzzled, but still said patiently, "One."

Old Jack said with a sinking heart.

“It’s a finger.”

Then he asked again.

"Who do you think Xiao Hanyu looks like most at home?"

Tang Hao was a little puzzled at this time. He didn't know what Old Jack meant. He lowered his head and thought for a while before saying.

"Of course, he is most like me."

Done
Old Jack felt as if he was hit by a sledgehammer in his heart, as if he had fallen into a cold cave. He pulled Han Yu, who was standing nearby, over and whispered a few words to him. Then Han Yu glanced at Tang Hao, stood up and left.

Tang Hao sat on a chair in Old Jack's house. He didn't know what Old Jack was doing. He scratched his head but didn't ask.

Old Jack's house suddenly fell into silence. Old Jack stared at Tang Hao who was sitting on the chair, as if he was afraid that he would leave. However, Tang Hao didn't care about it. He closed his eyes and wondered what he was thinking.

A while after Han Yu left, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard on the street near the door. After the door was opened, a group of people walked in. The one walking in front was Han Yu who had just left.

"Grandpa Jack, they are all here."

"Village chief, what happened?"

"What's wrong? Village chief?"

"Uncle Jack, what's wrong?"

The villagers asked Old Jack questions one after another, but it was so noisy that they couldn't hear what anyone was saying.

"Quiet, quiet!"

Old Jack coughed twice, and then everyone gradually quieted down, looking at him curiously, waiting for his orders.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Old Jack turned around and looked at Tang Hao and asked.

"Tang Hao, I'll give you one last chance. What's the middle ground between good and bad?"

Old Jack said this again with a serious expression. Tang Hao opened his eyes and looked at him, then glanced at the villagers who filled the house. He felt puzzled and spoke hesitantly.

"..what's in the middle. Neither good nor bad?"

As soon as Tang Hao finished speaking, Old Jack gave orders to the villagers in a decisive manner.

"Tie up Tang Hao!"

Tang Hao, who had no idea what was going on, was afraid that he had hurt these villagers and exposed himself to the Spirit Hall's sight, so he could only let them tie him up and kept asking questions.

"Old Jack? What are you doing?"

"Hiss! My arm, my arm. Who touched my belly? Ouch, who touched my little Tang Hao? Can you control your hands?"

The villagers firmly followed the orders of the old village chief, Old Jack, and tied Tang Hao tightly to the chair. Old Jack then asked Han Yu in a low and gentle voice.

"Xiao Hanyu, was your father injured here when he was looking for Xiao Sandi?"

As if afraid that his words would scare Han Yu, Old Jack pointed his finger at his head.

"No, no."

Although Han Yu was disgusted by others regarding Tang Hao as his father, he hesitated to answer since it was Old Jack who had been kind to him since he was a child.

(End of this chapter)