Chapter 80 – Look, Is This Your Son? (3)
Under Su Mo's surveillance.
At the blacksmith shop, Su Mo had a clear view of Tang Hao and Tang San's future.
It must be said—Tang San was truly miserable!
Su Mo didn't know what Tang Hao used to be like.
In any case, Tang Hao now basically stayed in the smithy, drinking every day and staying drunk all the time.
Perhaps because he still had money, even though Tang Hao opened a blacksmith shop, he practically never did any blacksmithing.
Under such circumstances, there's no need to say much about Tang San's life.
He was still a two-year-old child, and although Tang San could already walk, his body was still very young, and his movements were still awkward in many ways.
So Tang Hao didn't allow Tang San to go out and only let him move around within the smithy.
Other than that, Tang Hao didn't care about anything else. He raised Tang San like a pig, just making sure he didn't starve.
Every morning, noon, and night, Tang Hao would wait for Tang San to cry out that he was hungry. Then he would stagger to his feet, dump rice into the pot, light a fire, and cook some black rice porridge. With a dirty ladle, he would pour the porridge into an equally dirty bowl and throw it to Tang San to eat.
Seeing all this, Su Mo felt nauseated.
Tang Hao practically never washed the pots and pans he used to cook, nor the bowls, which looked extremely filthy. He didn't seem to fear getting sick from eating with them.
Tang San was only two years old and couldn't even reach the stove with a stool. It was a dream to expect him to clean the cooking utensils.
He could only rinse his own bowl with water—if there was any left—after eating.
Unfortunately, Tang Hao would then mix the bowl Tang San cleaned with the dirty ones and toss them into the filthy cupboard.
So even if Tang San washed his own bowl, it would still get dirty again.
Even if it didn't get dirty, it all depended on luck whether that clean bowl would be used to serve him porridge next time!
Discovering how degenerate Tang Hao had become and how miserable Tang San's life was,
Su Mo naturally wanted to communicate with Ah Yin to see how she felt.
But after trying to connect, Su Mo found that Ah Yin couldn't see what was happening with Tang Hao and Tang San, nor could she locate the blacksmith shop.
Because no Blue Silver Grass was growing in the yard of the smithy.
The Blue Silver Grass in the Holy Soul Village mainly grew alongside the roads.
Ah Yin couldn't observe Tang Hao and Tang San's condition through the Blue Silver Grass. She only saw Tang Hao going out to buy wine.
"Su Mo, tell me quickly, how is Xiao San now?"
Discovering that Su Mo really knew about Tang Hao and Tang San's situation, Ah Yin couldn't help but ask anxiously and pleadingly:
"Sorry, that's not part of our deal!"
Knowing that Ah Yin had no idea about Tang Hao and Tang San's current condition, Su Mo was slightly moved, but smiled gently and refused.
He didn't want Ah Yin to develop feelings for Tang San.
Ah Yin just needed to wait until Tang San could go out and begin practicing the unique skills of the Tang Sect. Then she would see that he was not truly her son.
And several months passed in an instant.
Under Su Mo's watchful eye.
As time went on and Tang Hao was able to move freely due to his daily drinking-induced exercise, he finally allowed Tang San to leave the smithy after Tang San repeatedly begged him.
"Ah Yin, come see your son—your son can go out by himself now!"
When Tang San was finally able to leave the smithy, Su Mo couldn't help but tell Ah Yin the news.
Upon receiving the news, Ah Yin was so excited that she focused all her attention on the Blue Silver Grass near the smithy, ready to see her son with her own eyes.
"Is that my son? He looks rather ordinary… a bit like his father..."
Through the Blue Silver Grass outside the smithy, upon seeing Tang San step out, Ah Yin's heart trembled, and she couldn't help but murmur to herself.
Because Blue Silver Grass grew nearly everywhere in Holy Soul Village,
After Tang San left, his entire path was under Ah Yin's observation.
After leaving the smithy, Tang San wandered around the village, curiously looking around.
Eventually, he fixed his gaze on a small hill behind the village and headed straight there.
After arriving, he set his sights on the hill.
The place was somewhat distant from the village, and almost no villagers came around.
After making up his mind, he quickly ran up to the middle of the hill.
"Alright, this should do!"
Panting from the climb, Tang San stopped midway, looked back at the nearby Holy Soul Village, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and murmured to himself:
"I finally made it out. Now I can practice Xuantian Gong! I hope this world can support Xuantian Gong!"
After whispering to himself, Tang San found a large rock, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to inhale and exhale.
"Xuantian Gong? This… world?"
When Ah Yin heard Tang San's words, she felt dizzy, and an overwhelming darkness engulfed her heart. She was so distressed and pained that she couldn't even speak.
"No! This can't be true! It's not true!"
"Is it really like Su Mo said—that my real son is dead, and this Tang San before me is just a demon who has taken over his body?"
Ah Yin screamed in despair.
She didn't want to believe Su Mo's words, but her "son" was only two years old, and yet his speech was far from that of a child his age.
It was incredibly strange!
And as far as she knew, her husband Tang Hao had become an alcoholic, living each day in a drunken haze, completely incapable of teaching his child.
Even if her child was a genius,
Her son had said personally: "I hope this world can support Xuantian Gong."
Although she didn't know what Xuantian Gong was, just those words...
...meant that this "son" likely didn't belong to this world!
At that moment, all the evidence pointed to Tang San already being possessed by a soul from another world.
No matter how much she resisted, Ah Yin was forced to face the truth.
But while Ah Yin was overwhelmed with grief and pain, Su Mo felt like laughing.
He hadn't expected Tang San to be so bold and reveal so many shocking truths the moment he stepped outside.
At first, he thought that even if Tang San went out to train on his own, it would take time before he revealed his true identity and Ah Yin, who wanted to escape from the truth, would have to slowly accept reality.
But he hadn't expected Tang San to reveal his origins right away, and to speak in such a mature way completely unlike a two-year-old.
This forced Ah Yin to face the truth, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.
Because Tang San's abnormal behavior was right before her eyes!
Reincarnation didn't exist in the Douluo Continent.
Given that Tang San behaved like an adult, there was only one possibility:
The body of the two-year-old child in front of her had been taken over by the soul of an adult.
Facing this reality, Su Mo believed that Ah Yin must be heartbroken.
After all, she had just discovered that her real son was dead and that his body had been taken over by a foreign soul.
How could Ah Yin, as a mother, possibly accept that?
"Sister Ah Yin, do you think I was lying to you? Look at this boy in front of you—do you still think he's your son?"
When Ah Yin was immersed in grief, Su Mo smiled faintly and reached out to communicate with her mentally.
Upon hearing Su Mo's words, Ah Yin, full of grief, suddenly felt a wave of uncontrollable rage and madness erupt in her heart. Her face turned pale, and she clenched her teeth as she spoke coldly:
"He is not my son. My son is dead—just as you said, he died while being hunted by the Spirit Hall!"
"This thing in front of me is just a wandering ghost who has taken over my son's body. I will never let him desecrate my son's body—never!"
(End of chapter)