Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

"father!"

Tang San was completely stunned, his mind went blank, and he instinctively cried out in alarm before rushing into the ruins without thinking.

However, when he rushed in, he suddenly stopped.

The once messy house had been completely blown away and leveled, but the old wooden bed remained intact in its place.

Tang Hao, who was just "sound asleep," has now thrown back the covers and is standing by the bed like an iron tower.

He was unharmed, but his once cloudy eyes now gleamed like those of a awakened lion, revealing a chilling sharpness as he stared intently at Nan Feng.

The storm that just tore the house apart seemed to have eyes, perfectly avoiding the tiny area where Tang Hao was, without harming him in the slightest!

"What do you mean by this, sir?" Tang Hao's voice was low and hoarse, like muffled thunder.

Nan Feng looked at him, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

"Interesting, really interesting."

Nan Feng withdrew his hand, his tone tinged with amusement, "I never imagined that someone like you would be hiding in such a remote and impoverished village."

Tang San stood in the center of the ruins, looking at his father who was on high alert, and then at Nan Feng who was strolling leisurely. He was still in a state of extreme confusion.

When did his dejected old father ever have such a terrifying look in his eyes?

Just then, Nan Feng's raised right hand clenched tightly!

"Shh-!"

With a soft hum, time seemed to flow backward.

The wreckage of the house, which had just been blown more than ten meters away and was suspended in mid-air, suddenly returned at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the rewind button had been pressed!

The wooden pillars were put back in place, the bricks and stones were reassembled, and even the old ironware and wine bottles scattered all over the house were returned to their original positions with perfect accuracy.

In the blink of an eye, the blacksmith shop, which had just been razed to the ground, miraculously recovered and stood quietly around Tang Hao and Tang San, as if the storm that destroyed everything was just a dream.

Nan Feng lowered his hand, his gaze passing through the dilapidated wooden door, and quietly watching Tang Hao inside the room.

"You're awake now. Aren't you going to come out?"

Chapter 309 Tang Chen, you've completely disgraced me.

……

Tang Hao took a deep breath, suppressing his guard, and led a bewildered Tang San out of the door.

His tall figure subtly blocked Tang San's path, his gaze fixed on Nan Feng, and he spoke again, his voice low and hoarse:

"What exactly is your intention in making such a mockery of me?"

What is your intention?

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"Tang Hao?"

These two words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

Tang Hao's turbid pupils suddenly contracted, and all the muscles in his body tensed to the extreme in an instant. A violent killing intent almost burst out of his body uncontrollably.

"Who are you?!" Tang Hao shouted sharply.

He had overheard the entire conversation between Tang San and the man in black while he was inside the house.

Tang San never revealed a single word about his name to this guy from beginning to end!

"Who I am is unimportant." Nan Feng casually flicked his sleeve, looking at him with a disdainful gaze. "What matters is, who are you?"

Do you even know who you are?

Nan Feng's gaze swept across Tang Hao's haggard and worn-out face like a knife, his tone filled with contempt.

"You've turned yourself into this inhuman, ghostly figure. You've completely disgraced that old man Tang Chen."

"If he were still alive, knowing that he had a good-for-nothing grandson like you, he would probably be so angry that he would die of anger."

Upon hearing the name "Tang Chen," Tang Hao was struck dumb, his entire body jolted.

He stared intently at Nan Feng, took a deep breath, and his voice trembled slightly:

"You are...from Poseidon Island?"

Back then, he did indeed personally travel to the west coast to deliver a letter to Poseidon Island for his grandfather, Tang Chen.

However, in his memory, there was absolutely no such mysterious and unpredictable master on Poseidon Island!

Standing in front of this man, Tang Hao felt as if he were facing a bottomless ocean.

Aside from his grandfather Tang Chen, he had only ever felt this suffocating, terrifying pressure from two other people in his life: one was Qian Daoliu, the adjudicator elder of the Spirit Hall, and the other was the high priest of Seagod Island, Poseidon!

Nan Feng completely ignored his probing and shock.

He turned his head and pointed to the thin, withered Tang San beside him.

"How did you raise your child? You've raised him to be such a skinny little thing, could he even be your biological son?"

Tang Hao's expression froze, a hint of embarrassment and pain flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and replied stiffly, "This is my own family matter, no need for you to concern yourself with it!"

"Family?"

Nan Feng scoffed, "You think I'd be interested in your petty family matters? But this kid did give me what I wanted just now."

"If you take someone's money, you have to solve their problems. If it were anyone else, I could just throw them a bag of gold coins and be done with it. But look at him..."

Nan Feng glanced at Tang San and said, "What he lacks is clearly not money or enough to eat."

Tang Hao's eyes narrowed, and his hand clenched tightly at his side: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"That should be my line. What do you want to do?" Nan Feng retorted sarcastically. "Like a stray dog ​​with its spine broken, hiding in this lousy village with your son, rotting and decaying?"

Tang Hao's tall figure swayed slightly, and the sharpness that had just ignited in his eyes instantly dimmed. His voice was extremely bitter: "This is my own business, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Fine, I really have no interest in dealing with trash like you."

Nan Feng rolled his eyes, then changed the subject, "However, your son just said he wanted to become my disciple."

“If it were someone else’s mediocre good-for-nothing, I wouldn’t even bother to give them a second glance. But since they’re your son, Tang Hao’s, their talent and foundation shouldn’t be too bad.”

Nan Feng crossed his arms and said, "In that case, from today onwards, I will be his teacher."

Upon hearing this, Tang San, who was standing to the side, widened his eyes in disbelief.

What's going on? Didn't you just refuse me with a look of disgust on the mountain?

How could you agree so quickly?!

However, before Tang San's mind, honed by his two lifetimes, could process what was happening—

Nan Feng suddenly raised his hand and flicked his finger in the direction of Tang Hao.

"Bang--!!!"

An overwhelming and terrifying force erupted instantly!

Tang Hao's tall body was as if it had been struck hard in the chest by an invisible giant hammer, and he was instantly blasted away!

"father!"

Tang San's eyes widened in terror, and he instinctively screamed in fear.

"Shut up, he won't die." Nan Feng coldly interrupted him.

A dozen meters away, Tang Hao, who had rolled around several times on the dusty ground, clutched his chest and staggered to his feet.

Nan Feng slowly walked forward, looking at Tang Hao who hadn't even activated his soul power, his eyes growing increasingly disdainful:

"What? Are you really planning to just play dead forever? You're not even going to fight back?"

Tang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up at Nan Feng.

Those once arrogant eyes are now filled with only a stagnant calm and numbness.

“Senior…” Tang Hao’s voice was terribly hoarse, “I don’t object to you taking Xiao San as your disciple. He’s better off with you than with me.”

"As for me..."

Tang Hao gave a bitter smile, then lowered his arms in despair.

"That's all I am."

Nan Feng stopped and looked down at the heartless man, giving him a deep look.

"Fine. Whatever."

A hint of mockery and indifference flashed in Nan Feng's eyes. "Just consider it as giving that old bastard Tang Chen some face."

After saying that, Nan Feng turned around, no longer glancing at Tang Hao on the ground, and looked directly at Tang San, who was still standing there in a daze.

Go pack your things.

"I will come back here in three days to take you away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Feng's figure vanished without a trace, as if he had merged into the air.

Only when the suffocating pressure completely dissipated did Tang San wake up as if from a dream, and hurriedly rushed to Tang Hao's side to support his swaying arm.

"Dad! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine." Tang Hao shook his head and used Tang San's strength to steady himself.

Tang San gripped Tang Hao's sleeve tightly, his mind finally overflowing with questions and bewilderment:

"Dad, do you know that person? What is this Poseidon Island he mentioned? And... who is Tang Chen?"

Tang Hao lowered his head, looking into Tang San's probing eyes, and remained silent for a long time before finally shaking his head helplessly.

"You'll find out about these things later."

"But he just said..." Tang San wanted to continue asking questions.

"puff--!"

Tang Hao took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. He abruptly turned his head and spat out a mouthful of dark purple blood.

As he spat out the blood, his originally pale face strangely gained a touch of color, as if some kind of pent-up frustration that had been building up in his chest for years had been forcibly dispersed by that finger strike.