As Qin Feng spoke, Tang Hao's brow twitched slightly, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.
He thought to himself, 'So, it's Little San who had an accident. You scared me half to death! With such anger, I thought it was…'
Although he was lectured head-on by a child,
the disheveled drunkard felt a great weight slowly lift from his heart, and his tense body relaxed.
He took a deep breath and pushed the wooden door open completely.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Mei Jie, who was closely following Qin Feng, and seeing that she had no expression on her face and did not make any movements to release her Spirit, he asked with a nonchalant expression:
"What happened?"
Tang Hao's feelings for Tang San were quite complicated.
For five years, from the first time he noticed something was wrong with him until now, a full five years,
he had been constantly wavering between wanting to strangle him to death, smash him to death, beat him to death, starve him to death to completely eliminate future troubles, and keeping him in case he might be useful in the future.
He had even wanted to kill him several times, but he forcibly restrained himself in the end.
Although Tang Hao couldn't understand things like transmigration, rebirth, possession, or awakening of past life wisdom,
he could tell that this thing was definitely problematic.
From the time he barely learned to walk on his own at the age of one,
Tang San would always arrive at his bedside before sunrise every morning to confirm that he was fast asleep,
and then go outside to bask in the sun, first at the door, and later on the small mountain behind the village.
And the moment he was exposed to the sunlight, a strange purple light would appear in his eyes.
After sunrise, he would begin to cultivate his self-created Spirit abilities,
two in total. One could turn his body into a phantom, greatly increasing his movement speed.
At its fastest, it could even create an illusion for the eyes.
The other could make his palms as glossy as jade and very hard, so that ordinary weapons could not harm them.
It was not surprising for the palms to harden, as there were too many Spirit abilities that could replace it,
but the one that increased movement speed would be a great boost to every combat Spirit Master,
which was a precious inheritance that even the Upper Three Sects and Spirit Hall did not have.
Clear Sky Sect was the leader of the Upper Three Sects, and he was the Clear Sky Douluo of Clear Sky Sect's generation.
He knew better than anyone whether the sect was hiding anything.
As for Spirit Hall, the Supreme Pontiff was almost beaten to death, but he had never seen him use it.
That kind of trash wouldn't be willing to risk his life to keep a secret, would he?
And the strange purple light flashing in his eyes, although he didn't understand the details, as a Titled Douluo, he could roughly judge that it was used to cultivate Mental Force.
For a Super Douluo to continue to improve, Mental Force was a necessary hurdle.
This could no longer be described as precious. Any force that knew about it would obtain it at all costs.
And could an ordinary child know so many secret things?
Therefore,
for five years, Tang Hao had never shown his strength.
Not to mention Titled Douluo, his exposed image was not even that of a Spirit Master.
He disguised himself very carefully,
to the point where even his walking speed never exceeded that of an ordinary person.
The force he used to forge iron never exceeded two hundred, and he had to rest for a long time after forging a crude ordinary farm tool each time.
This was indeed a bit difficult and not easy for a level 95 Super Douluo with a top-level Strength System Spirit, a full set of high-level Spirit bones, and a hundred thousand year Spirit ring.
But he had always insisted on it and never relaxed.
After all, who knew if that monster might have other strange abilities?
If he was careless and was discovered, that would be fine, but it would be ridiculous if he was killed by a sneak attack.
Sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams, scheming against each other,
this was the most realistic portrayal of their father and son now.
… …
Faced with Tang Hao's indifference,
Qin Feng suddenly became even more angry.
"Little San has over-cultivated, and his rhabdomyolysis is serious, which has already caused liver and kidney damage.
You quickly help him find a high-level healing Spirit Master, the higher the level, the better, and remember to be quick."
"Is this disease serious?"
A trace of confusion flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.
Isn't it just over-cultivation? He had also overdone it before, what's the big deal?
Also, he knew about the liver and kidneys, but what was rhabdomyolysis? Muscles that were sideways?
Qin Feng said speechlessly:
"This is not ordinary overdoing it, but deliberately breaking through the body's limits.
If this level were placed on an ordinary child, it is estimated that both arms would have been completely crippled,
and the liver and kidneys would have major problems, and it would not be an exaggeration to eventually die.
However, Little San's body is different from ordinary people. It seems that there is a strange force that has been helping him repair, so it is not that serious,
but if it is left unattended, there will definitely be sequelae."
Hearing Qin Feng say it was so terrifying,
Tang San's eyes suddenly went straight.
As a person proficient in toxicology, he knew the seriousness of the problem after discovering that Mysterious Heaven Skill could not recover.
A Hidden Weapons expert, or rather a Hidden Weapons expert who vowed to carry forward Tang Sect in this World,
having his arms crippled was something he could never accept, even more unacceptable than losing his little sparrow.
And Tang Hao on the opposite side,
after a little thought, his indifferent expression suddenly changed.
He opened his powerful arms and hugged Tang San tightly in his arms,
shouting in a sorrowful, self-reproaching, and excited voice:
"Ah, child, my good child."
Tang Hao's thoughts were exceptionally clear at this moment.
His decadence, alcoholism, not cooking, etc., could all be explained in the future when Tang San knew about Ah Yin's matter.
Your father's wife is dead, what else do you want me to do?
In fact, the more pain he showed now, the more likely it was to leave a deep impression of loyalty and righteousness in Tang San's heart,
which would be more conducive to future plans.
But if his son was about to die, his arms were about to be crippled, and he was still indifferent and nonchalant…
he probably wouldn't be able to get away with blaming his wife's death.
And being tightly embraced by his papa for the first time, feeling the warm chest he had never felt before,
Tang San was stunned in place, and two lines of tears couldn't help but roll down his cheeks.
His heart seemed to have received a huge boost, and the original gloom was swept away in an instant,
secretly telling himself that papa actually loved him, he would also care about him, and he would be nervous and regretful because something happened to him.
Tang Hao hugged Tang San tightly,
shouting repeatedly,
his voice also filled with some kind of strong fear and lingering fear, as if he was very worried.
"Little San, how are you now? Does it still hurt?"
"Son, you must not have anything happen,"
"I have already lost her, and I can't lose you again."
"Let's go, papa will take you to find a healing Spirit Master now, the best healing Spirit Master in the World, and guarantee to make you well."
… …
After the performance was almost over, seeing that his son had been moved to the point of no return,
he didn't care about exposing his strength, and instantly disappeared in place by activating his Spirit power.