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Suddenly, Tang San's eyes flickered as he looked towards the distant forest.
"Why are those birds flying around so erratically? Has something happened?"
Tang San frowned and shook his head. It was too far away; he couldn't handle it.
He then walked down the mountain step by step, heading towards his and his father's blacksmith shop.
With a creak, the old door made a screeching sound as Tang San pushed open the blacksmith's shop door, and a familiar smell of rust and charcoal wafted out.
However, Tang Hao was nowhere to be seen on the wooden bed in front of the furnace.
"Did you go out for drinks?"
Tang San was puzzled. He silently walked to the stove and prepared to start his daily routine of lighting a fire to make breakfast.
But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the letter on the table.
Tang San stopped drawing water, walked in, and opened the letter.
As he murmured something, Tang San's expression changed drastically, becoming lost in thought and bewilderment.
"Father, don't you want me anymore?"
Chapter 116. Tang San's Misfortune Adds to His Trouble, and the Wise Tang San
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"I am your father. By the time you read this letter, I will have already left (crossed out)."
Don't ask me why I'm leaving; you're capable of taking care of yourself now.
From now on, you'll have to walk this path alone. When you grow up, I'll come find you.
Ghost Douluo put away the brush, which was still stained with ink, and silently observed Tang San's actions.
Surprisingly, the child didn't show any other emotional fluctuations.
Yes, there was only a deep sense of powerlessness, the kind of heartbreak that comes from being abandoned.
It felt like finally receiving care I'd never experienced before, only to be abandoned.
Ghost Douluo felt a little relieved but also somewhat disappointed. Logically speaking, if Tang San knew Tang Hao's identity, a child of this age should have experienced a great emotional fluctuation upon seeing the letter.
If one is panicked, a smarter person might think that their father might be in trouble and become furious.
Or perhaps he had seen Tang Hao's handwriting before, and upon noticing it, his heartbeat, eyes, and emotions changed.
Tang San put away the letter, clutching it tightly in his hand, tears streaming down his face, a testament to his many years with his father.
Based on his usual behavior, he might actually be the type to leave without warning.
Fortunately, Tang Hao had always lived a decadent life and had never written anything in front of Tang San, so Tang San couldn't recognize his handwriting.
Otherwise, Tang San's instinctive decision to commit suicide after realizing this would have revealed a murderous aura that would have allowed Ghost Douluo to capture him directly.
Tang San sat down, feeling somewhat weak, and lay down on the wooden bed where his father had spent his days lying flat, a bed filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat.
I started to feel anxious.
Although my father was strict with me, we still managed to get by.
With Tang Hao's blacksmithing skills and the occasional income, they could at least make ends meet.
Currently, because of his young age, Tang Hao has not yet taught him the knowledge of forging.
Although he was a master of hidden weapons in his previous life, blacksmithing was not something he was good at.
Do you really think you can sell your homemade hidden weapons here?
It's too early, far too early. I haven't even started my own business yet, or found a suitable backer.
Isn't exposing your secrets like this putting yourself in danger?
The people of this world have no idea of the power of hidden weapons. Once hidden weapons appear in the world, they will inevitably be snapped up and sought after. You should make good plans.
and many more!
Tang San's eyes lit up. Now that his father was gone, did that mean his original iron belonged to him?
Also, watching my father swing the hammer on ordinary days, even if I didn't know how to do it very well, I would gradually learn by doing it.
Since high-level hidden weapons cannot be displayed in the world right now, I can make some hidden weapons like Soul-Breaking Nails first.
I believe it can still fetch a decent price.
Most importantly, without Tang Hao, he can use the original iron at will, instead of secretly collecting small fragments like before.
I'm so wise!
"Father, is this still a test you're giving to your mistress?"
That's right. A strong person becomes strong on their own. I will grow stronger step by step and won't let you down.
I feel like I've seen through everything!
Ghost Douluo watched as Tang San, his eyes gleaming, kept turning over the iron blocks on the ground.
A few question marks popped up on my forehead.
No, kid, your father is gone! What are you doing playing with metal blocks here?
That's such a filial son!
Shaking his head, Ghost Douluo decided to observe Tang San's actions further.
"At this!"
Tang San was somewhat excited, finally finding a piece of ore containing a little iron essence.
It can be used to make Soul-Breaking Nails!
This is a small step in his own mastery of hidden weapons, but a giant leap for the Tang Clan's resurgence in this world!
With the iron block tucked into his tattered pocket, Tang San began to think about what to do next.
The loss of income only made things worse for him.
They were originally hungry and cold.
At least we can still have some food and some clothes.
What should I do now?
Because Tang Hao always spends all his money on alcohol, he can't save any money at all!
"Grandpa Jack!"
Tang San's eyes lit up. To be honest, Old Jack was the best person in the village. He had taken care of him since he was a child.
Although he often criticizes his father, which makes him very unhappy.
But this time, I've decided to forgive you. Help me out now, and I'll repay you in the future.
Little did they know that even if Tang San became a god in the original story, the village would still be the same village.
Only the sign at the village entrance has been changed.
It transformed from Holy Soul Village into Divine Soul Village.
Things and people remain the same; old Jack, too, has grown old with the passing years, receiving no reward in return.
The emaciated Tang San made up his mind to seek the temporary protection of Old Jack.
Moreover, to put it another way, he is the village chief.
According to what I learned in my previous life, each official should perform their duties, and the village chief should lend a helping hand to children in situations like his.
With fairly agile steps, Tang San began to run towards Old Jack's residence.
"Clap clap clap!"
"Grandpa Jack!"
Old Jack, leaning on his cane, slowly opened the door, his face kind.
A gentle opening:
"Oh, it's the mistress? What do you want? Has something happened to Tang Hao again?"
As he spoke, anger began to surface on Old Jack's face.
That damned Tang Hao!
My little one is only four years old, yet he has to take care of everything for her!
What's this? Raising a mother for yourself?
There wasn't even any nurturing involved!
Tang San shook his head:
"No, it's just that my dad has some things to do."
Tang San handed the letter to Old Jack.