1novels Chapter 88 Lazy White Clouds
Chapter 88 Lazy White Clouds
Chapter 88 Lazy White Clouds
Through the layers of walls, Xie Mo seemed to be able to see directly outside, and indeed he could. The chaotic energy in his eyes gradually made the thick walls transparent under the influence of his power. Through the walls and the bustling crowd, he saw the man.
Gan!
How could a Title Douluo appear here!
Look at this...
It's still Tang Hao!
Has he been out around this time? When exactly did he cause trouble? At the end of the semester or the end of the year?
A jumble of memories flashed through Xie Mo's mind. He hadn't expected to see Tang Hao in Soto City. What the hell? This place wasn't close to Holy Soul Village.
Xie Mo's unusual behavior attracted everyone's attention, and they all began to worry about his condition. There was no way around it; this little guy was practically a hot potato. With so many people behind him, how easy was it for them to support him in his old age?
Tang Hao also looked into the restaurant. Xie Mo saw him, and he also "saw" Xie Mo. Although he was unwell, his mental strength had not declined much, so he naturally sensed a special gaze as if it was 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, nor did he want to know.
Tang Hao finally saw hope when his son was a super genius with twin martial souls and innate full soul power.
After seeing his son diligently cultivating, he began to feel at ease, realizing that he could still become a strong person even without his son.
The so-called hidden weapons were a bit of a hassle, but Tang Hao wasn't in a hurry. His son was still young, and as long as the resources were allocated properly, that would be fine. He could just find that master and warn him later. In the end, he could get revenge, and nothing else mattered.
He was just here to scout the place and didn't want to cause trouble. He planned to observe for another six months, and if his son could hold on, he could then collect some interest with peace of mind.
As for where the interest came from, he had been holed up in that dilapidated village drinking heavily for the past six years and knew nothing about the current Soul Master world. He was seriously injured and it was difficult for him to fight at full strength, but as long as he gathered intelligence in advance, the Spirit Hall would have no way to deal with him.
Therefore, he was actually just there to scout the location, waiting for the right moment to strike the Spirit Hall when its forces were weak and take revenge.
Xie Mo didn't know what Tang Hao was thinking, but the key was that he could remember what Tang Hao had done. He had just been a little confused, but now that he was clear-headed, he remembered that Tang Hao wanted to collect interest from the Spirit Hall. The original work didn't mention it, but that didn't mean there was no action. After all, Tang Hao wasn't the main character, and he wasn't given much attention.
"What interest? You, Tang Hao, are running around with a 100,000-year-old soul beast and you won't let anyone kill it!"
Xie Mo didn't think he could become friends with Tang San in the future. Putting aside everything else, if Tang San found out that Xie Mo had taken the immortal herb, he would either kill him or try to trade him for that trashy hidden weapon. But Xie Mo couldn't possibly trade with Tang San, much less give it away for free. It would definitely become an enemy.
Since they've become enemies, Tang Hao's hammer might come crashing down any day.
Most importantly, all of these will become his property in the future. Rebuilding the dead is free!
"Seniors, I have to go out for a bit."
Xie Mo took back his token, apologized, and left without waiting for a reply.
Ma Hongjun watched Xie Mo's departing figure with worry, while Flander also began to drift into a daze, his heart already stirred with desire.
On one side are his two sisters and his close disciples who are future titled Douluo, and on the other side are his old brothers who have always supported him.
"I wonder if Erlongmei would be willing to change her name, and what about those students who don't meet the requirements? Could they pay more money to stay?"
Flander was too lazy to think about it anymore. The other party was a disciple of a Title Douluo, and he couldn't stop him from leaving, let alone dare to follow him.
Xie Mo walked out of the restaurant and came to the entrance. The place was full of people, and he couldn't find Tang Hao at all.
Following the flow of people in the direction Tang Hao was walking, they came to an alley and suddenly a swallow with a pig's snout flapped its wings and flew out of the alley, chirping as it soared into the sky.
Scanning the crowd below, Xie Mo quickly spotted Tang Hao.
When he was a child, he also liked Tang Hao's domineering nature and thought it was cool. However, as he grew up, he realized that Tang Hao's domineering nature was actually based more on suppressing the weak. The originally heroic and majestic figure turned into a delicate gray.
He doesn't deny that Tang Hao dares to attack the strong, after all, he just blows up a spirit ring and goes up to beat them, but he overlooks the many weaker ones.
Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. If you have the ability, go kill the person who chased you back then. Since Qian Xunji is dead, go kill the other party's relatives. But Tang Hao taking his anger out on the Spirit Halls in various places is really hard for him to understand. In that case, shouldn't he commit suicide first? After all, his father was the one who angered him to death.
Xie Mo didn't consider himself a good person, but he wouldn't stand idly by. If Tang Hao really made a move, he would obediently record the situation from the sky and then hand the items over to Qian Daoliu.
A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall. Having a kind heart does not mean he is willing to die; he can simply be a war correspondent.
In the original story, Tang Hao's actions did not provoke Qian Daoliu. Perhaps he didn't care, or perhaps he was afraid of Tang Chen. But he didn't believe that Qian Daoliu could tolerate the evidence he presented.
Tang Hao kept his eyes straight ahead, simply weaving through the crowd, his mental energy trembling instinctively as if reminding him that someone was watching him.
Who could it be? He hasn't even made a move yet and someone's already watching him?
Weaving through the crowd, Tang Hao arrived at the entrance of a magnificent hall. Staring at the three gilded characters on the plaque, his eyelids were lowered, but his fists were clenched tightly, and anger was raging inside him.
Spirit Hall!
I will definitely avenge Ah Yin!
With a low hum, Tang Hao turned and left. Something had gone wrong today, so he had to give up on this place for the time being.
Changing direction, Tang Hao headed out of the city.
Skilled and daring, Xie Mo chose to continue following Tang Hao, but this time he transformed into a cloud, using his soul power to protect his body from being blown away by the wind, while hiding the pig nose mark and continuing to keep an eye on Tang Hao.
The once bright sunlight was gradually covered by shadows. Tang Hao watched his shadow disappear and looked up at the sky, where a small cloud followed him.
Could it be that a flying-type Soul Master is hiding behind the clouds observing me?
He then shook his head. He wasn't illiterate; he had read quite a few books in the sect. It wasn't that there weren't flying-type Soul Masters who tested how high they could fly, but no one could fly into the clouds.
The higher you fly, the greater the pressure on your body becomes. If you go to climb a high mountain, it's fine if you don't fly, but you'll be exhausted after flying only a short distance.
These are examples from the predecessors of the sect. The Clear Sky Sect's inherited martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer, but it is not only the Clear Sky Hammer.
Therefore, although Tang Hao found the cloud somewhat strange, he did not suspect that a Soul Master was hiding inside monitoring him. It was normal for unusual sights to appear after a snowfall in winter.
Ignoring that gaze, Tang Hao planned to leave the city immediately, to see who dared to follow him.
The ground was bustling with the sounds of fireworks, while a lazy white cloud drifted in the sky.
With his pig nose sticking out, Xie Mo watched Tang Hao leave the city with a "smiling" expression.
My male god is really useful; he's a dead pig, no wonder.
(End of this chapter)