Douluo: I didn’t want to become a god, but I actually became a god

By the time they came out of Manager Hu's store, it was difficult for ordinary people to tell who the bags containing clothes were for.

After being marked by Yu Yuyi with a mark that only she could distinguish, Tang San put them all into the soul guide without any complaints.

In Tang San's soul guide now, apart from the brand-new casting hammer he specially bought for his father, Yu Yuyi and the others asked him to bring them, in the name of entertaining them, but in reality they were melon and fruit snacks for the Chinese New Year, as well as the rice he just bought. Oil, wine and a few bags of clothing.

Before leaving the store, Tang San, who had been hesitating for a long time, made up his mind to buy a new quilt, intending to take it back to his father to change the old one.

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Early on the next morning, a group of four people planned to set off. It was a bit strange to have so many people, one, one, three, and three children together simply by relying on their own strength.

So Yu Xiaogang rented a carriage and its driver with a wave of his hand. They only needed to sit in the carriage and rest for a few hours before reaching the small mountain village where Tang San was born.

The closer he got to the foot of the mountain where Holy Soul Village was located, the more Tang San couldn't sit still.

Thinking that he would be home soon, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The carriage did not go through the village, but drove directly from the carriageway outside to the stone house with a dilapidated sign on the roof near the end of the village.

After the four people got out of the car, the driver drove the carriage away.

And the three of them followed Tang San, who trotted unconsciously and excitedly, and walked into the dilapidated stone house with the door open.

"Dad, I'm back."

Tang San shouted excitedly.

Yu Yuyi and Xiao Wu both looked at Tang San with curiosity, it was rare for Tang San to show his emotions.

Only Yu Xiaogang was similar to Tang San, suppressing the excitement in his heart and carefully looking at the current residence of his idol Tang Hao.

There is a hint of everything, which is beyond Yu Xiaogang’s expectation:

The messy things in the blacksmith shop were placed all over the floor. Yu Xiaogang thought to himself that he was worthy of being an idol. Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. When the rice vats in the blacksmith shop were uncovered, they were all bottomed out brown rice. Yu Xiaogang thought that he was worthy of being an idol. Bear hardships and stand hard work...

At this time, when Yu Xiaogang sees any object placed in the room, he will think deeply about its purpose and put on full idol filters.

When there was movement on the curtain inside, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San looked there excitedly, both looking forward to when Tang Hao would come out.

A rickety figure said with a gentle voice, "Oh, Xiaosan, it's you who are back."

"Hey, I brought my teacher and friends back..."

Old Jack originally had a somewhat pleased expression, but when he thought about what he had just seen, he became a little unspeakable. He smiled bitterly and handed a piece of paper in his hand to Tang San.

"Mistress, take a look. This is what your father left. I came to see him in the morning. I originally wanted to pick you up together, but I didn't expect that you were already back. Tang Hao... Well, we were still discussing it the day before yesterday. Why did you just leave when you were making farm tools?”

Old Jack held a small piece of paper in his old hands and handed it to Tang San, who had not put down the things in his hands.

As if Tang San sensed something, he quickly let go of the things he was preparing to send out because of his excitement. He hurriedly took a few steps forward, took the paper from Old Jack, and looked down.

From a distance, Yu Yuyi could only see dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, comparable to cursive handwriting.

I wanted to take a closer look, but I was worried about touching the sad mood of Tang San, who was currently filled with a depressed look.

Yu Yuyi touched the tip of her nose, but still had no intention of stepping forward.

He just picked up the things Tang San had just dropped and put them on the only long table.

Old Jack couldn't bear to look at Tang San, "Xiao San, don't be sad. It's not worth it for a father like that..."

He wanted to appease Tang San's emotions, so he inevitably brought out his usual tone of disapproval of Tang Hao's style.

But soon, Old Jack seemed to realize his gaffe, and opened and closed his mouth to say something. In the end, he shook his head, leaned on crutches, and said:

"That's all, grandpa spoke a little hastily. Don't mind, mistress... You have a soul master as your guest today, so grandpa won't bother you. But if you tell grandpa anything, grandpa will help you."

After saying that, Old Jack nodded towards Yu Xiaogang, the only adult among the four, and walked out of Tang San's stone house with a sigh.

Looking from the entrance of the gate, the retreating figure becomes smaller and stooped.

As for Tang San, who had just read the contents of the letter not long ago, the unfaded joy on his face instantly turned into bitterness after Old Jack left.

Biting her lips tightly with her teeth, Yu Yuyi cast a careful glance, feeling that Tang San was as helpless and lost as an abandoned cat kit.

Yu Xiaogang wanted to step forward to comfort his only disciple, but as if thinking of his own clumsiness, the raised foot fell back to its original position.

Xiao Wu was a little panicked. This was the first time she encountered such a situation, and she didn't know how to comfort Tang San.

It was obvious that all the Tang Sans seen in the academy looked confident. Although he was only in the first grade, it was well known both inside and outside the academy that this little adult-like boy was a rare cultivation genius.

Xiao Wu had never seen Tang San look so fragile.

Her eyes for help fell unconsciously on Yu Yuyi, who was closest to Tang San.

Yu Yuyi pursed her lips, looked at Yu Xiaogang and Xiao Wu hesitantly, and finally gestured towards them.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Wu and Yu Xiaogang quietly walked outside the door and quietly closed the wooden door.

Yu Yuyi waited for the door to close before taking a few steps closer to Tang San. She didn't look at what was written on the envelope, nor was she curious to find out what the expression on Tang San's face was like now.

He just raised his hand proudly, hugged Tang San's shoulders, turned his head away, and said, "If you want to cry, just cry. I will pretend that I didn't see it."

Tang San, who was still helpless at first, was startled back to his senses by the movement not far away, and was so angry by Yu Yuyi's actions and conversation that he wanted to laugh, "Who wants to cry?"

His voice was hoarse, with a faint hint of crying.

Yu Yuyi scratched her ears uncomfortably, pretending that she didn't hear Tang San's aggressive words, and patted his shoulder with her hand, taking it as comfort.

"It's okay. Well, you see, your father has only been away for two days. Maybe he has something to do. Let's wait here for a few more days until school starts. Maybe my uncle will come back during this period."

Although this possibility is really small, it is better to have hope than no hope.

After all, no matter how mature Tang San looked, no matter how young he was, in the final analysis he was still just an almost seven-year-old child, so he couldn't destroy the only hope in the child's heart.

Yu Yuyi felt guilty, but still did not take back what she said before.

She just looked at this small room when Tang San didn't respond. It was a combination of the blacksmith's forge and the walls of the kitchen and living room. There were no domestic ornaments there, only the scattered objects needed in life, such as ropes. A bamboo basket is tied up, and in the bamboo basket are either bowls and chopsticks or some trivial materials.

On the ground, near the blacksmithing corner, there were many pieces of pig iron, similar to the ones in the blacksmith shop where Tang San currently worked, but a few smaller in size.

Yu Yuyi was a little confused. In a home where everything was filled with survival instead of a warm family atmosphere, what was Tang San's father like?

What happened to the man she once had a glimpse of who could help Tang San regain his position when he suffered a loss?

Looking at the past six years, the old man who had been with them the longest had some derogatory comments about Tang San's father, Tang Hao. Even after Tang Hao left, it seemed that the old man didn't have too much affection. He was so surprised that he even advised Tang San that "it's not worth it for a father like that".

Many speculations flashed through Yu Yuyi's mind.

But the next second, they were all shocked by the weight on their shoulders and disappeared.

The furry and warm head was now resting on the side of her neck.

Yu Yuyi turned her head away uncomfortably, not looking at a kid who was always pretending to be mature and was rarely seeking comfort.

There seemed to be warm liquid sliding down the side of the neck, but it seemed to be an illusion, and the only person who could feel it didn't want to pursue it.