Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen is Coming

Chapter 31: Father and Son Separation
At this moment, in a quiet corner of the Holy Spirit Village, in Tang San’s simple thatched house, Tang Hao was busy cleaning up.

His movements were concise and powerful, and soon the room was much tidier. After he finished cleaning, he walked to the window with a fierce look on his face, staring out of the window with a sharp gaze, as if he was looking for something.

The atmosphere in the village is harmonious and peaceful, and the villagers are busy with their own things, some working in the fields, some weaving baskets or mending clothes at their doorsteps. They occasionally stop to greet each other, talk about family matters, or the latest news in the village.

However, under this calm surface, Tang Hao's heart was turbulent. His eyes swept across the village outside the window from time to time, as if he was looking for something, or worried about something. His figure seemed a little lonely in the thatched house, forming a sharp contrast with the tranquil atmosphere of the village.

These days, Tang Hao has been very diligent in the village. He took the initiative to take on the job of patrolman. But the villagers don't know that this patrolman is not doing it out of a sense of responsibility for the village, but to be able to detect whether Ren has returned at the first time. In his heart, his vigilance and hostility towards Ren have never diminished.

However, as time went by, for nearly two months, Tang Hao still did not find any signs of Blade's return. How could he have imagined that Blade had actually been in the nearby forest, accompanying his deceased wife, who could only be called the past?
He just stubbornly believed that the blade was probably taken away by the group of people who suddenly appeared at the edge of the forest, so he has not been seen until now. As for the possibility of whether the blade was injured, Tang Hao did not believe it at all. He clearly remembered that in the last battle, the momentum of the blade after releasing the big move was at a peak state! How could such a blade be injured? How could it be injured!

Tang Hao's eyes flashed with a complex emotion, including anger towards the blade and regret for the unfinished battle. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Now, Tang Hao has decided not to wait any longer, because Tang San is about to leave for Notting City to study. His original plan was to leave after Tang San left, but the appearance of Blade forced him to move forward. He has too many concerns and unfinished business in his heart. The shadow of the Spirit Hall and the threat of Blade are like two mountains pressing on his heart.

At the moment, he just needed a little while to finish explaining some important things to Tang San, and then he would leave in a hurry. He did have a lot of things to do, and each one was enough to give him a headache and irritability.

"Xiao San, come here." Tang Hao's voice was low and powerful. He retracted his fierce look and turned to look at Tang San who was practicing the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique in the yard.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Tang San heard the call and quickly put down the hammer in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and trotted to his father Tang Hao.

Tang Hao squatted down, making his eyes parallel to Tang San's. His eyes became serious and earnest, staring deeply at Tang San, as if he wanted to pass this seriousness and earnestness to his beloved son. He spoke slowly, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone: "Xiao San, I have something important to do and must go out again. I don't know when I will be back."

Tang San's face was filled with confusion. He obviously couldn't understand why his father, who he had assumed was useless but had a strong background, was leaving home again. In his opinion, since his father couldn't accomplish something himself, shouldn't he wait until he grew up to take revenge? His heart was filled with doubts and confusion.

"Ah, Dad, can you tell me something? I want to share some of your burdens!" Tang San's tone was full of sincerity, his eyes were firm, as if he really wanted to share some of his father's burdens, but in his heart he hoped to know more about his father so that he could have a better idea in his heart! !
Tang Hao looked at Tang San's serious expression, and a sense of pride surged in his heart. He was full of hope for having a genius son! But he still shook his head, his tone firm and serious: "You are still young, there are some things that you are not allowed to know, which is to protect you. You don't have to worry about me, I can take care of myself."

Tang Hao's words made Tang San frown slightly. He was obviously not satisfied with this answer, but he knew his father's character and would not change his decision easily. Then, Tang Hao's eyes suddenly became fierce, and his teeth were clenched, as if he was suppressing the anger and determination deep in his heart: "Some things must be solved by me alone!" His voice was low and powerful, revealing an unquestionable determination.

Tang San saw that his father was not willing to reveal more, there was nothing he could do. Although he felt a little disappointed, he could only accept it helplessly.

He responded slowly: "Oh, then Dad, at least I have an idea of ​​when you will leave."

Tang Hao stretched out his rough and thick palm and patted Tang San's shoulder heavily. His eyes revealed a trace of unquestionable determination: "I'll leave immediately. By the way, there is something important that I need to remind you again."

His voice became serious, his eyes locked on Tang San's face: "Don't expose the hammer in your left hand easily, understand?"

Tang Hao thought of the mysterious Blade again. He wanted to remind Tang San to stay away from that person, but then he thought that Blade had not returned to the Holy Spirit Village for such a long time, and he would not come again. If he really had power, he would not bother to go to a small Notting City. With this thought, Tang Hao felt relieved. Xiao San should be safe. As long as he did not reveal his secret too early, he did not need to worry too much.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao said no more. Seeing Tang San nodding vigorously, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He stood up and patted Tang San's shoulder heavily again. The strength seemed to say silently: "Don't let me down." Then he turned around and left.

Tang San's eyes twitched slightly, and he followed a few steps, watching his father's back until the familiar figure disappeared from his sight. He stood there, muttering, "It's normal to have some hardships, Tang San, ah Tang San, you still have to rely on yourself."

Then, Tang San held tightly in his hand the broken Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, which was thrown to him by Ren in the previous battle. These days, he has been studying this legendary immortal product, hoping to find some clues to improve his strength. However, his discovery filled him with disappointment - this Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum had already lost its effect, like a withered flower, and could no longer bloom with its former glory.

Tang San's brows were furrowed, his anger towards Ren was like a burning flame, blazing in his chest. He followed Ren's instructions and searched for such a long time near the village, but he didn't even see the shadow of a similar immortal item, which made his anger burn more and more. He secretly calculated that if he met Ren again, he must find a way to get something better out of him!
"But then again, where did Ren go?" Tang San was full of doubts. He had always been skeptical of what his father told Jack - that Ren went out to gain experience, and was directly recruited by a certain academy because of his talent.

As the protagonist of the story, he hasn't even enjoyed such treatment yet, so how could Blade be poached so easily in advance? !

Tang San thought so.

(End of this chapter)