Douluo: Wuhun Pig Man, all generations help me to be invincible

Chapter 88 Lazy White Clouds
Through the heavy walls, Xie Mo seemed to be able to see directly the situation outside. In fact, it was true. His eyes were permeated with chaotic energy. The originally thick walls gradually became transparent under the effect of the force. Through the walls and the bustling crowd, he saw the man.

Gan!
How could a Titled Douluo appear here!
Look at this...

It’s still Tang Hao!

Has he ever come out at this time? When did he start the trouble? At the end of the semester or the whole year?
Chaotic memories flashed through his mind. Xie Mo didn't expect that he would see Tang Hao when he came to Soto City. What the hell, this place is not close to the Holy Soul Village.

Xie Mo's abnormality attracted everyone's attention, and they all began to worry about Xie Mo's situation. There was no way, this little guy could even be said to be a hot potato. With so many people behind him, it would not be easy for them to raise him forever.

Tang Hao also looked towards the hotel. Xie Mo saw him, and he also "saw" Xie Mo. Although he was physically unwell, his mental strength had not deteriorated much. Naturally, he sensed a special gaze as if staring at him.

Frowning, Tang Hao lowered the brim of his hat and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

He didn't know who was watching him, and he didn't want to know.

Tang Hao finally saw hope as his son was a super genius with twin martial souls and full spiritual power.

After seeing his son practicing hard, he began to feel relieved, thinking that he might still be able to become a strong man without him.

It's just that those so-called hidden weapons will waste some time, but Tang Hao is not in a hurry. His son is still young, so as long as the distribution is proper, he can find the master to warn him when the time comes. Anyway, as long as he can get revenge in the end, nothing else matters.

He was just here to check things out this time and didn't want to cause any trouble. He would wait and observe for another half a year. If his son could still hold on, then he would be able to collect some interest with peace of mind.

As for where the interest comes from, he has been staying in that broken village drinking for the past six years and doesn't know much about the current soul master world. He was seriously injured and it is difficult for him to fight with his full strength, but as long as he gets the intelligence in advance, the Spirit Hall will have no way to do anything to him.

Therefore, he was actually here to scout the situation, waiting for the right moment to take revenge by striking down with a hammer when the Spirit Hall was weak.

Xie Mo didn't know what Tang Hao was thinking now, but the key was that he could remember what Tang Hao had done. His mind was just a little confused just now, but now that he was sober, he remembered that Tang Hao wanted to collect interest from the Spirit Hall. The fact that it was not mentioned in the original book did not mean that there was no action. After all, Tang Hao was not the protagonist and was not mentioned much.

What kind of interest is that? You, Tang Hao, are running around with a 100,000-year soul beast and you don’t allow others to kill it!
Xie Mo didn't think he could become friends with Tang San in the future. Apart from anything else, if they knew that he had taken the magic grass, they would either kill him or exchange that rubbish hidden weapon with him. But he couldn't exchange it with the other party, let alone give it away for free, so they would definitely become enemies.

Since they are enemies, Tang Hao’s hammer might come down on them one day.

The most important thing is that these will all be his property in the future. It doesn’t cost money to rebuild a dead body!

"My dear seniors, I have something to go out for."

Xie Mo took back the token, apologized, and walked out without waiting for a reply.

Ma Hongjun looked at Xie Mo's departing back with worry. Flanders also began to be dazed. He had already made up his mind.

On one side are his sister Erlong and the future Titled Douluo disciples who are close to him, and on the other side are the old brothers who have always supported him.

"I don't know if Erlongmei is willing to change her name. And for those students who don't meet the requirements, can they pay more money to stay?"

Flanders was too lazy to think so much. The other party was a disciple of a Titled Douluo. He couldn't stop him from leaving, and he didn't dare to follow him.

Xie Mo walked out of the hotel and came to the door. All he saw was a crowd of people. For a moment he couldn't find any trace of Tang Hao.

Following the flow of people in the direction Tang Hao was walking, and then in an alley, a swallow with a pig nose flapped its wings and flew out of the alley, chirping into the sky. Scanning the crowd below, Xie Mo soon saw Tang Hao's trace.

When he was a child, he also liked Tang Hao's tyranny and thought it was cool, but as he grew up, he realized that his tyranny was actually more based on suppressing the weak. The originally heroic and majestic character turned into a delicate gray.

He did not deny that Tang Hao dared to attack the strong. After all, he could just attack the strong by hitting them if their soul ring exploded. However, he ignored more weak ones.

Every grievance has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. If you have the ability, kill the person who chased you. Since Qian Xunji is dead, you can kill his relatives. However, it is really hard for him to understand why Tang Hao took out his anger on the Spirit Halls in various places. In this case, shouldn't he commit suicide first? After all, his father was angered to death by him.

Xie Mo didn't think he was a good person, but he wouldn't stand idly by. If Tang Hao really took action, he would honestly record the situation in the sky and then hand the thing over to Qian Daoliu.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. His kindness does not mean he wants to die. He can just be a war correspondent.

In the original novel, Tang Hao's behavior did not provoke Qian Daoliu. Perhaps he didn't care, or perhaps he was afraid of Tang Chen. But after he slapped the evidence in Qian Daoliu's face, he didn't believe that this guy could still tolerate it.

Tang Hao did not look around, but just moved among the crowd. His mental strength kept trembling instinctively, as if reminding him that someone was spying on him.

Who was it? Someone was targeting him before he even made a move?
Tang Hao walked through the crowd and arrived at the door of a luxurious hall. He stared at the three large gold-plated characters on the plaque with his eyelids drooped, his fists clenched tightly, and anger erupted in his heart.

Spirit Hall!
I will definitely avenge Yin!

With a low hum, Tang Hao turned and left. Something went wrong today, so he had to give up this place temporarily.

Changing direction, Tang Hao walked towards the outside of the city.

With great skill and courage, Xie Mo chose to continue following Tang Hao, but this time he transformed into the form of a cloud. He used his soul power to protect his body from being blown away by the wind, while hiding the pig nose mark and continuing to stare at Tang Hao.

The originally bright sunshine was gradually covered by shadows. Tang Hao watched his shadow gradually disappear. He looked up at the sky and saw a small cloud following him.

Could it be that there is a flying spirit master hiding behind the clouds and observing me?

Then he shook his head again. He was not illiterate and had read quite a few books in the sect. There were flying spirit masters who tested how high they could fly, but no one could fly above the clouds.

The higher you fly, the greater the pressure on your body will be. If you go hiking in a high mountain, it would be fine if you don’t fly, because you will be exhausted after flying a short distance.

These are all examples of the sect’s predecessors. The Haotian Sect’s inherited martial spirit is the Haotian Hammer, but there is more than just the Haotian Hammer.

Therefore, although he felt that the cloud looked a little strange, Tang Hao did not think that there was a soul master hiding in it to monitor him. It was normal to see some unusual sights after a winter snow.

Ignoring that gaze, Tang Hao planned to leave the city immediately to see who dared to follow him.

The ground is filled with the bustling atmosphere of fireworks, and there is a lazy white cloud in the sky.

With his pig nose sticking out, Xie Mo looked at Tang Hao with a smile as he left the city.

The male god is really useful, he is worthy of being called a dead pig.

(End of this chapter)