Chapter 13 Tang San: "Hey~, the rice vat is empty again!"
Everything was performed according to the script, and Chu Chengzhou did not break his promise afterwards and gave the little beggar a gold soul coin as a reward.
After leaving the vegetable market and finding a deserted alley, Chu Chengzhou put away his black robe and mask and walked towards his home.
'Alas~, I am still too kind! '
Halfway through, Chu Chengzhou shook his head and sighed.
If someone is ruthless, in order to ensure that all clues are eliminated, he must kill the little beggar. After all, the only people in the world who will not leak information are dead people.
It's a pity that his heart is not so cruel and his hands are not so black.
'Well, that letter was handed over by a third person, and I didn't reveal my true identity. Even if Tang Hao wanted to investigate, he wouldn't be able to trace it on me. '
Reviewing the entire action plan, Chu Chengzhou secretly spoke to his conscience.
As for whether Tang Hao would act according to his customized script after receiving the anonymous letter, Chu Chengzhou would not pay attention.
He has done everything he should do, and he has done everything he can. If Tang Hao and his son really refuse to leave, there is nothing Chu Chengzhou can do.
There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. If the enemy can't leave, it's okay for me to leave!
On the west side of Holy Soul Village, at the head of the village, there are three dilapidated adobe houses.
On the large roof in the middle, there is also a wooden sign about one meter in diameter with a simple hammer pattern painted on it.
These three dilapidated adobe houses were Tang San's home.
No one believed it when I told him that Haotian Douluo, who was famous in the mainland, had such a poor family.
It was approaching noon, and Tang San, whose stomach was growling with hunger, opened the lid of the rice vat at home.
Looking at the only one spoonful of rice left at the bottom of the vat, Tang San couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "Hey~, the rice vat is empty again!"
It rained continuously all night, and the boat was hit by a strong wind. Without much lamentation, Tang San scooped out half a spoonful of rice and began to tinker with lunch.
A lot of water was poured into the pot. For no other reason than there was not enough rice, so we could only cook porridge.
Otherwise, if he just orders so much rice and cooks it, it won’t be enough for him to eat!
vegetable?What else should I eat with porridge? !Just one sip is already good! "Bang bang bang-!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the house.
"Come on~!"
Tang San shouted and hurried out to open the door.
"Eh? Uncle Dahe?"
Opening the dilapidated courtyard door, Tang San saw the appearance of the visitor.
"Xiao San, where is your father?"
Wang Dahe asked Tang San.
After wholesale the vegetables on the oxcart to vendors at the Chengnan vegetable market, Wang Dahe did not stay outside at all, and hurriedly drove the oxcart back to Shenghun Village, so as not to delay the important events of the city's master.
"My dad is still sleeping! Uncle Dahe, please go to the seat first. Dad, Uncle Dahe is looking for you!"
In reply, after inviting Wang Dahe into the house, Tang San shouted towards the house.
When someone from the village came to visit, Tang San was still very enthusiastic.
After all, this means business is coming to his blacksmith shop. Previously, he was still worried about not having rice to cook tomorrow!It seems like there's nothing to worry about.
After a while, the door curtain in the room was lifted, and Tang Hao, who was tall, wearing a worn leather coat, sleepy eyes, messy hair, and smelling of wine, walked out with staggering steps.
"Is something wrong?"
His eyelids moved, Tang Hao asked Wang Dahe.
There was no politeness in his tone.
"Tang Hao, I have a letter from you here. The master in the city asked me to deliver it to you." With that said, Wang Dahe handed the letter in his arms to Tang Hao.
Hearing this, Tang Hao frowned and looked at the letter delivered by Wang Dahe.
He has lived in seclusion here for six years, but he has never interacted with anyone outside Holy Soul Village. Who will send him a message?
But Tang Hao didn't think much and took the letter.
"By the way, Tang Hao, the person who asked me to deliver the letter said that after you read the letter, you have to give me an errand fee."
Wang Dahe did not forget to mention another errand fee.
Although I have already earned a gold soul coin, who would refuse more errand fees? As soon as these words came out, Tang San beside him felt nervous.
Not only has the previously anticipated business failed, but also money has to be spent? The family is too poor to open the pot. If my father gives Uncle Dahe a commission for running errands, the father and son will be in trouble!
Tang Hao didn't react at all. It was true that his family had no money, but it didn't mean that he couldn't get the money, he was just too lazy to get it.
Otherwise, if he went to the Soul Beast Forest and casually slaughtered the soul beasts and sold them, Tang San could live a luxurious life as a rich second generation.
After opening the envelope, Tang Hao checked the letter.
There is not much writing on the letter, only one sentence: The blue silver grass with innate soul power has attracted the attention of Wuhun Palace, and your identity has been exposed, so leave quickly!
Suddenly, Tang Hao's expression changed, and he felt fear in his heart.
yes!Lan Yincao, who was born with full soul power, looked abnormal, and the person who awakened the martial soul for his son was a member of the Wuhun Palace. This would inevitably attract the attention of the Wuhun Palace.
He lives in seclusion in Holy Soul Village and does not hide his name. You can find out his name with a little inquiry.
Once the two are combined, won't their identity be exposed? After all, who in the world, other than his own son Tang San who has A Yin bloodline, can awaken the blue silver grass with innate soul power? Fortunately, someone secretly reported the news, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. Maybe the masters from Wuhun Palace are already on their way! At this moment, Tang Hao felt infinite gratitude to the person who wrote the letter.
Although he didn't know who revealed the news to him, he was certain that it was definitely one of his own!
"Have you read this letter?"
Suddenly, Tang Hao stared at Wang Dahe.
"No, no, I haven't seen it privately!"
Although Tang Hao was decadent, he was tall and burly. For Wang Dahe, who was less than meters tall, he felt very oppressive. He quickly shook his head and waved his hands in denial.
Just kidding, he is just an ordinary civilian in the Holy Soul Village. The little beggar who asked him to deliver the message previously has confessed and threatened him. How could he dare to open it and check it in private?
After staring for two seconds, Tang Hao withdrew his gaze and believed Wang Dahe's words.
With his eyesight, it was not difficult to see that Wang Dahe was not lying, and the paint on the envelope showed no signs of being opened before. Apart from the person who wrote the letter, he should be the first to see the contents of the envelope.
"Tang Hao, look at my errand fee."
Seeing Tang Hao fall into silence, Wang Dahe reminded him about the errand fee.
Glancing at Wang Dahe, who was greedy for petty gains, Tang Hao pondered for a moment and said, "I don't have money, but you can take whatever you like from my blacksmith shop."
Suddenly, Wang Dahe looked confused.
What?Just take whatever I like?Without the guy to eat, are you, Tang Hao, planning to change your career to beg for food?
Wang Dahe was confused, and Tang San beside him was extremely anxious, looking like he was hesitating to speak.
The most valuable thing in his family is his father's blacksmithing tools. If these are given to Uncle Dahe, the father and son will not be allowed to beg for food in the future?
But before Tang San could make up his mind and speak to dissuade him, Tang Hao picked Tang San up, walked outside the house, flew into the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, Tang Hao can fly?"
Looking at the sky where Tang Hao and his son disappeared in a moment, the stunned Wang Dahe cursed.
Although limited by his horizons, Wang Dahe didn't know what kind of soul master it would take to fly into the sky, but what was certain was that Tang Hao, the alcoholic blacksmith in their Holy Soul Village, must be a powerful soul master!
And it is very likely to be stronger than the legendary Soul Saint in the village! (End of this chapter)