Chapter 95 Reveals Tang San's Possession! Ah Yin Sheds Tears!
That soul was powerful, mature, and filled with intense resentment and obsession.
With a "whoosh".
The foreign soul forcefully rushed into the baby's forehead.
The scene was slowed down countless times at that moment.
The canopy even thoughtfully displayed the situation inside the infant's sea of consciousness.
The infant's weak and innocent newborn soul was utterly powerless to resist the invasion of this powerful outsider.
It's like a tiny ant facing a charging elephant.
Where is this?
The foreign soul emitted a wave of doubt.
Then, he discovered the original owner's little soul.
Without any hesitation.
There was no pity whatsoever.
The foreign soul directly occupied the center of the sea of consciousness, and its immense spiritual power spread instantly.
puff.
A soft sound.
That child who truly belonged to Tang Hao and A Yin, that little life that had just arrived in this world less than a quarter of an hour ago.
His soul was thus squeezed, swallowed, and dissipated.
To disappear completely from this world.
Instead.
It was that twenty-nine-year-old adult soul from another world—Tang San.
The baby opened its eyes again.
The clear, innocent look in her eyes was gone.
Instead, there was a mature gaze, completely out of character for his age, carrying a hint of gloom and calculation.
Dead silence.
The area outside Tianshui City fell into an even more terrifying silence than before.
The impact of this scene even surpassed that of Vilette's slaying of the god just now.
Slaying a god is a display of power.
And this scene.
It is the extinction of humanity.
"vomit..."
Someone couldn't help but gag.
Immediately afterwards, countless people felt their scalps tingle and their whole bodies break out in goosebumps.
This is too eerie!
It's like you go through all the trouble of giving birth to a child, only to have your soul destroyed by a strange man who's almost thirty years old right after the baby is born. Then this man enters your child's body and calls you Mom and Dad.
Who could stand this?
The video continues.
Time flows on.
The baby gradually grew up.
The scene then cuts to when Tang San was a little over one year old.
Tang Hao was devastated by Ah Yin's "sacrifice" and drank heavily every day.
Little Tang San sat on a bench, looking at Tang Hao, who was drunk and passed out on the ground.
There was no trace of filial piety on his face.
Instead, it's indifference.
The backdrop was accompanied by subtitles depicting his inner thoughts at the time.
This father is useless; all he does is drink all day.
This shoddy rice porridge is awful, but since he's my only support in this world, I have to pretend to be obedient.
[The Mysterious Heaven Technique has reached a bottleneck. Although the spiritual energy of this world is abundant, this body is still too weak.]
In the picture.
Tang Hao woke up.
Tang San's cold face instantly changed like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, transforming into an innocent, obedient, and sensible expression.
He ran over with his short legs and called out in his childish voice:
"Dad, have some porridge."
His eyes were clear.
Her smile was warm.
But it was accompanied by the subtitle next to it: "Fortunately, I learned how to fake emotions in my previous life at the Tang Sect, so this drunkard shouldn't be able to tell."
It's absolutely terrifying.
This is an old monster disguised as a child!
Then came a few more scenes.
He awakened his martial spirit at the age of six.
He asked Su Yuntao with a blank expression, "Uncle, what is a martial spirit?"
What he was really thinking was: "This so-called martial spirit seems to have a similar effect to internal energy. If combined with my Tang Clan's hidden weapons, it will definitely be able to restore the Tang Clan's prestige in this world."
When facing Yu Xiaogang.
He immediately knelt down and became a disciple.
What he was really thinking was: "This person may have a lot of theories, but his actual strength is weak. However, I can use his knowledge to help me understand this world. Besides, a teacher for a day is a father for life—that's the rule of the Tang Clan. If I'm going to do something, I have to do it properly."
Each and every one of these incidents.
They tore to shreds all his "sensible," "genius," and "precocious" qualities from childhood to adulthood.
That's not some kind of extraordinary talent at all.
That's an adult pretending to be a newbie in the starting village with a max-level account!
He even has the cultivation techniques from his previous life as a cheat code!
Shrek's side.
Tang Hao was completely dumbfounded.
The old, precious wine jug in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.
He was completely unaware that the strong liquor had spilled all over the ground.
His eyes were fixed on the screen, almost bulging out of their sockets, and bloodshot.
His body trembled violently, like a leaf turning in the wind.
"No..."
"This...this is fake..."
"The mistress... the mistress is my and Xiaoyin's child..."
"He was so sensible since he was little... He cooked porridge for me... He took care of me..."
Tang Hao muttered to himself, trying to convince himself.
But.
The scene on the screen that day was so realistic.
The details of the soul being devoured, the darkness of the psychological activity, cannot be fabricated.
and.
Think back carefully.
Can a newborn baby really be that sensible?
Can a child of a few years old really learn to forge iron, cook, or even possess a calm mind that adults may not have without a teacher?
He used to think that his son was exceptionally gifted, a compensation from God for the loss of his wife.
Now it seems...
This is hardly compensation.
This is clearly a curse!
"My child..."
Tang Hao's voice became hoarse, like the whimper of an old beast.
"My real child...died the moment he was born?"
"Eaten by this... by this wandering ghost?"
"And... I raised him for so many years... I gave all my love to this man who killed my son?"
puff!
He was so angry that he lost his temper.
Tang Hao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell over.
After the silence came a heart-wrenching, piercing cry.
This voice does not belong to Tang Hao.
It came from beside Tang Hao.
There stood a gentle woman in a blue and gold dress; she was none other than Ah Yin, who had been resurrected.
She was tenderly supporting her dejected husband, her eyes filled with worry and heartache for her "sensible son."
But now.
Those gentle, watery eyes now resembled cracked porcelain, filled with shattered light.
Ah Yin released her grip on Tang Hao's hand.
She staggered backward, her steps unsteady, as if she were walking on cotton, unable to muster any strength.
Her gaze was fixed on the enormous sky, on the gloomy-faced infant in the image, and on the adult soul that had usurped her place.
"That's...my child?"
Ah Yin's voice trembled.
It's very light.
It looks like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
But outside the desolate city of Tianshui, it was so clear it was heartbreaking.
In the scene, the newborn, pure little soul was swallowed up by that dark blue, malevolent light before it even had a chance to see the world.
It didn't even have time to utter a single cry.
It's gone just like that.
(End of chapter)