Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 8: How to Play the Conman

The next morning, after saying goodbye to his mother and Na'er, Tang Wulin went to school in high spirits.

A night of meditation made him feel increasingly close to his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, to the point that he had a special affinity for it.

It was a figure ahead that caught his attention.

"Fusheng, over here."

Tang Wulin saw his good friend and couldn't wait to share his joy at "having a little sister".

Nan Fusheng listened quietly. At this moment, Tang Wulin suddenly noticed that his friend's face seemed to be "red" and his hands seemed to be a little purple. Upon closer inspection, several crisscrossing scars appeared, and there seemed to be a handprint on his face.

"Fusheng, what happened to your injuries? Did someone bully you?"

Tang Wulin saw that his good friend seemed to have been bullied, so he quickly asked him what was wrong.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Nan Fusheng, on the other hand, seemed indifferent. No matter how much Tang Wulin pressed him for an answer, he received none. Even the excitement he felt yesterday at getting a "little sister" was somewhat dampened.

The atmosphere between the two became somewhat silent, and they eventually arrived at the school.

The Soul Master class doesn't study Soul Master knowledge every day; instead, they alternate between Soul Master knowledge one day and academic classes the next. Today is their turn for academic classes.

Nan Fusheng wasn't enthusiastic about academic subjects, but Tang Wulin listened attentively and even received praise from the teacher.

After school at Hongshan College...

"Mom, why did you come to pick me up? Where's Na'er?" Tang Wulin saw Lang Yue as soon as he stepped out of the school gate after school.

A hint of heartache flashed in Lang Yue's eyes as she quickly walked over and picked up her son.

"Mom, put me down! I'm a big kid now. It'll be so embarrassing if my classmates see us!"

Lang Yue chuckled, "No matter how old you are, you're still my son."

Nan Fusheng, who was standing beside her, said, "Hello, Auntie."

"Oh, it's Xiao Fusheng. Did Xiao Wulin cause you any trouble today?" Lang Yue said, patting Nan Fusheng's head.

"Little Fusheng, what happened to your body?"

At this moment, Lang Yue noticed the scars on Nan Fusheng's body. Although the scars had gradually faded, it was still clear that they were recent. Nan Fusheng did not have these scars when he visited their home yesterday.

"If anyone bullies you, you can tell Auntie, and Auntie will help you get justice," Lang Yue said.

Nan Fusheng shook his head: "Auntie, thank you for your concern, but it's nothing. I have some things to take care of at home, so I'll head back first." Nan Fusheng declined Lang Yue's offer, thanked her, and then left.

Lang Yue frowned. Although she had only met Nan Fusheng recently, she had a good impression of this well-behaved child. However, since Nan Fusheng was unwilling to explain why, she couldn't force him to.

Lang Yue snapped out of her reverie, remembering what had happened at school that day. She knelt down and asked Tang Wulin, "Mom took you to Uncle Mangtian's place. Do you really want to learn forging?"

Nan Fusheng was unaware of what had happened after he returned home. He began cultivating his soul power until evening.

Meanwhile, at Tang Wulin's home, Lang Yue and Tang Ziran discussed the topic of "Tang Wulin learning forging." They decided to observe first, and if it didn't work out, they would let Tang Wulin give up.

At the dining table, Tang Wulin, whose arms were aching from forging, could only sit there, chewing vigorously while smiling at Na'er beside him. Na'er was awkwardly feeding him bite by bite.

This scene left Tang Ziran and Lang Yue stunned. The two beautiful little figures sat there, presenting an extremely harmonious picture under the not-so-strong light.

"When school ended, I saw some bruises on Fusheng's body. Wulin, do you know what happened?"

At the dinner table, Lang Yue recalled what she had witnessed that afternoon and suddenly asked the question. Lang Yue wasn't usually one to meddle in other people's business, but Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin had a good relationship, and she had a good impression of Nan Fusheng, so she asked the question casually.

"I don't know either. When I asked Fusheng this morning, he wouldn't say. He just said he's used to it," Tang Wulin said while eating.

Tang Wulin had also mentioned Nan Fusheng's matter to Tang Ziran on the day their family decided to adopt Na'er. At that time, Tang Ziran also told Tang Wulin to learn from Nan Fusheng's use of federal law to scare away those young people.

Tang Ziran frowned, thought for a moment, and decided to tell her family about some things she had learned during this time.

"I've been asking around about Nan Fusheng's family situation recently, and to be honest, it's not very good."

Tang Ziran paused for a moment before continuing, "Nan Fusheng's father seems to have abandoned him and his mother, and his mother is also somewhat mentally unstable. She is very cold towards him and often beats and scolds him. She usually doesn't leave the house and orders food and drink through a soul communication device. Other neighbors tried to talk to her, but were turned away."

"As for Nan Fusheng, his situation is somewhat complicated." Tang Ziran's expression turned complicated as she said this.

"Tell me already, stop keeping me in suspense." Hearing this, Lang Yue's curiosity was piqued, and Tang Wulin and Na'er beside her were also staring at him curiously.

When Nan Fusheng was around four years old, he often ran errands for small restaurants in exchange for food.

Some well-meaning people tried to talk to his mother about the situation and ask her to take better care of the child, but she scolded them and even scratched and beat them. Over time, no one dared to interfere anymore.

"How could there be such parents in the world? Poor Xiao Fusheng, he actually had to encounter such parents."

Women are emotional, and Lang Yue, being a parent herself, felt even more sympathy for Nan Fusheng's situation.

Tang Wulin, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Nan Fusheng, who was being discussed, also felt his "magic potion" being rapidly digested.

"As expected, this method can also be considered fraud."

Nan Fusheng's Sequence Eight "The Scammer" potion requires him to play the role of a "scammer."

Therefore, Nan Fusheng cultivated a "tragic background" persona for himself from a young age, in order to prepare for the next sequence of "potions".

This kind of pre-playing is also possible. In "Lord of Mysteries," the protagonist "Klein" even made the Sequence One "Potion" melt instantly in his mouth at the end by pre-playing.

Nan Fusheng could feel that most of his "magic potion" had been digested, and the rest just needed time to grind it down, and that time wouldn't be too long.

"Although others also helped me with digestion, the main contributors were Tang Wulin and Na'er."

(End of this chapter)