Chapter 179 My Useless Father is Actually a Title?!
"What the hell?!"
Tang San was terrified.
Weren't these people all villagers from Holy Soul Village?!
How could they be here?
And... why is Grandpa Jack here too?!
"Little San, I died so tragically... Your father, Tang Hao, killed us, and now we've come to claim your life!"
In an instant, eight ghosts surged in.
The other sleeping people didn't notice anything amiss, seemingly unable to hear what was happening in the dormitory.
"Get out of the way!"
"You're not Grandpa Jack!"
Tang San threw a punch, but his entire body was pierced through.
After calmly thinking for a few seconds, he quickly ran outside.
After all, Xiao Wu was still in the dormitory, and he couldn't let his sister get hurt no matter what!
The ghosts chased after him, calling out eerily all the way.
Tang San felt like his skull was about to explode.
He had never heard of such a bizarre thing before.
Or was it that his father really killed Grandpa Jack and the others?
And then turned into vengeful ghosts to claim his life?!
Tang San didn't have time to be shocked; he flipped over and arrived at the academy's back garden.
After finding a spacious place, he looked at the approaching ghosts and forced himself to remain calm, asking, "Who are you?!"
"Why are you impersonating people from my village?"
The uncle who often sold him wine said with a grim face, "It's all because of your father! He killed us without cause!"
"If you don't believe me, go see Holy Soul Village. It's already a ruin!"
Tang San exclaimed in shock, "Impossible!"
"My father was an ordinary person, how could he possibly kill you?!"
Old Village Chief Jack shook his head and sighed, "Your father is Haotian Douluo, the youngest Title Douluo on the entire continent, a wanted criminal by the Spirit Hall."
Tang San's pupils shrank, and just as he was about to ask further questions, his consciousness instantly blurred, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
A moment later, the ghosts dissipated.
When Tang San awoke again, it was already the next morning.
"Brother, wake up, what happened to you?"
"No...it's not like that! You've already committed suicide!"
Tang San suddenly opened his eyes, his bloodshot gaze fixed on Xiao Wu in front of him.
He was panting heavily.
The girl was terrified; it was the first time she had ever seen Tang San so out of control, and she involuntarily took a few steps back.
"Huh? Xiao...Xiao Wu?"
Tang San was stunned, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he looked at the people around him.
After thinking about what had happened the night before, he fell silent.
"Third Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you sleeping here? You really scared me!" Xiao Wu huffed angrily, her eyes questioning.
"Uh...I forgot."
Tang San scratched his head, pretending not to know anything.
He only wanted to confirm one thing: was Holy Soul Village really gone?
Was the murderer really his father?
According to the village chief, he was the youngest Title Douluo on the continent?!
Tang San was somewhat incredulous.
After all, he had been supporting his father for the past few years; he didn't seem like a Title Douluo at all.
"Oh, right, Xiao Wu, I have some things to take care of. I'll go home later."
"Hmm?"
The girl watched Tang San hurriedly leave, feeling as if he was hiding something from her.
After taking leave, Tang San arrived at Holy Soul Village that evening.
Staring at the ruins before him, his pupils constricted, and he walked on in disbelief.
Destroyed, truly destroyed...
So, the culprit was really his father?
Tang San couldn't accept it; he couldn't believe his father was a criminal?!
At this moment, a dozen or so Spirit Hall Soul Masters were searching for a surviving witness, while ordinary people from the neighboring village also gathered around, chattering amongst themselves.
"Tang Hao is a bloodthirsty wretch, clearly a fallen one! The Spirit Hall must punish him severely!"
"Only a few people from the whole village survived; he's utterly depraved."
"We hope the Spirit Hall will quickly execute him, so we don't live in fear..."
Tang San, wearing a hat, stared at the wanted poster on the village entrance pillar, took a step back, his mind blank.
It really...it really was his father!
Tang San's fingers cracked as he clenched his fists.
After staring at it for a while, he turned and left without a word.
Back in Notting City, he felt like a walking corpse.
He wasn't sure whether to stay at the academy.
After all, he was the son of a criminal.
What if the Spirit Hall sent people to arrest him?
Just then, the frantic Grandmaster finally found Tang San.
"Little San! Where have you been?!"
"Ah? Teacher...I..." Tang San stammered.
Yu Xiaogang's face darkened, and he quickly stepped forward: "Did you see the wanted poster?"
"Yes..."
At this moment, the entire Heaven Dou Empire was plastered with wanted posters from the Spirit Hall.
The portrait was very clear, and a single arm was missing, making it easy for the public to recognize.
After all, one-armed people are quite rare...
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and pulled Tang San's arm, heading towards his office.
"Pack your things now; we can't stay here any longer."
"Little San, I have something to tell you, remember it."
"Your father, Tang Hao, is the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, and your second spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, is the most powerful weapon spirit on the continent."
"The Spirit Hall has a grudge against Tang Hao, and this could very well be a frame-up. You must trust your father, understand?"
Tang San's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this.
But then, as if remembering something, his gaze darkened.
He had seen the village chief and the wine seller he knew.
They both said that Tang Hao had killed them.
He had examined the traces left by the attack on Holy Soul Village. As someone who frequently used a hammer, he could easily identify them.
Those buildings were all smashed with hammers…
If he inherited his father's spirit, he would definitely also have the Clear Sky Hammer.
Yu Xiaogang didn't know what Tang San was thinking. At this moment, he only wanted to escape with his disciple.
Perhaps the Spirit Hall would find this place soon.
Although he had the status of an elder, he had heard that the Holy Son was in Notting City!
What if he didn't give him face?
"Teacher, I want to take Xiao Wu with me."
"You! Never mind, take her with you."
"Thank you, Teacher!"
Not long after, the three of them fled from the back mountain of the academy, their destination unknown.
Jiang Nian quietly watched their actions without stopping them.
It was better to wait until the rats gathered in a nest before making a move; it was too early to act now.
Tang Hao probably wouldn't dare to act recklessly anymore.
At least he would have to stay quiet for a while.
Jiang Nian stretched and turned back to the hotel.
"Na'er."
"Oh? Brother Jiang Nian, what's wrong?"
"It's time to go."
"Oh..."
Hu Liena stood up dejectedly; she knew it was time to go back.
But she hadn't stayed long enough...
Once she went back, who knew when she'd be able to sneak off again...
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