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Having nothing to do, Lin Feng decided to go to Saint Spirit Village again to check on Tang San's situation.
He found his direction, traveled thousands of miles in an instant, and arrived at Saint Spirit Village in a few breaths.
As soon as he arrived,
"What kind of rotten wine is this? How dare you give it to me to drink? Get me some good wine!"
He saw Tang Hao, his face full of rage, slam his wine cup heavily onto the ground and curse loudly.
Wine splattered everywhere, and the sound made Tang San's ears, who was cooking, buzz.
"The family can't even afford to eat, so where do we have extra money to buy wine?"
Tang San, with his head bowed, stir-fried the vegetables, his eyes gloomy, and he complained.
At this moment, Lin Feng's gaze happened to fall upon him.
Hiss—
He was wearing a white cloth shirt on top, his smooth hair combed back, with a flower wreath as a hair clip on his head.
Below… were they shorts?
This love for beauty, huh?
Lin Feng suddenly thought of something and realized with a start.
Love for beauty, love for beauty, not love for handsomeness!
So that's how it is.
Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hahaha, what a beautiful little shota, this outfit is quite unique, keep it up!"
Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile.
Fortunately, he was a divine soul, so the sound he made would not be heard by others.
Tang San added firewood to the stove, cooking the meal, while raising his eyes, his gaze towards Tang Hao full of resentment.
He only knew how to drink all day, not caring how the family lived; he truly didn't know the cost of daily necessities until he managed a household!
"Did you hear me?"
Suddenly, Tang Hao, drunk, roared at Tang San again.
"I heard you."
Tang San snapped back to reality and quickly replied.
"Look at you, you look like a girl, not like my son at all? Hurry up and get me some wine!"
Tang Hao seemed not to be done, scrutinizing Tang San from head to toe, and continued to speak with a look of disdain.
Upon hearing this, Tang San's body suddenly paused, and a wave of panic surged in his heart.
After all, he was reincarnated, and this secret absolutely could not be discovered.
But he knew deep down that in this World, the person most likely to notice his abnormality was Tang Hao.
As this thought flashed through his mind, a crazy idea echoed in his head.
Tang Sect Rule No. 23 — Anything that poses a threat must be eliminated when the opportunity arises!
At this moment, Tang Hao, to him, was the greatest threat.
Tang San gritted his teeth, a hint of viciousness flashing across his face.
He quietly took out the pre-prepared medicinal powder and, while Tang Hao wasn't paying attention, poured it into the wine pot.
As a Tang Sect disciple, carrying poison was also part of the Tang Sect rules.
Lin Feng happened to witness this scene, his eyes widening in shock, and he thought to himself.
No way, I only didn't come for one day, how did things change so drastically?
Tang San, this filial son, actually made a move against his own father?
What happened?
Lin Feng was completely unaware.
Tang Hao, oblivious, took the wine pot Tang San handed him and gulped it down.
After a short while,
He felt his head swim and his steps become unsteady.
Seeing this, Tang San was overjoyed in his heart, silently chanting: "Fall, fall, quickly fall!"
Finally, Tang Hao couldn't hold on and fell to the ground with a "thud."
Tang San quickly stepped forward, pretending to be anxious as he shook Tang Hao's body, continuously shouting: "Father, what's wrong?"
It seemed like concern.
In reality, he was checking if Tang Hao was poisoned.
Once he confirmed that Tang Hao's lips were slightly blue and he wouldn't wake up, the anxious expression on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a burst of unrestrained laughter.
"Tang Hao, you always humiliated me, today I'll let you taste what it's like to be schemed against!"
He laughed and cursed at the same time.
All of this was clearly seen by Lin Feng, who was in his divine soul form.
Lin Feng looked at Tang Hao, who lay motionless on the ground, and couldn't help but be filled with doubt, pondering to himself.
Did Tang Hao just die?
He was a Titled Douluo, could Tang San's poison really work on him?
At this moment,
Tang San was still immersed in the pleasure of revenge, and thinking about Tang Hao's previous comments on his attire, the anger in his heart was rekindled.
"You said I dressed like a girl? If you don't understand, don't comment, do you even know what charm is?!"
He yelled at Tang Hao on the ground.
Saying this, Tang San still felt unsatisfied.
He raised his hand and, with a "smack," slapped Tang Hao heavily.
Unexpectedly,
With that slap, Tang Hao's eyelids actually moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, the air in the room solidified.
Tang San and Tang Hao stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"Did you just slap me?"
Tang Hao's voice, a bit hoarse from just waking up, questioned.
"No… no."
"Father, you must be confused from drinking too much, right?"
Tang San's heart skipped a beat, his face turning pale then red, as he stammered in reply.
"You little brat!"
"Still daring to lie to me?"
Tang Hao's eyes instantly widened in anger, and he roared.
He suddenly got up, grabbed the leather whip nearby, first sprayed some wine on it as disinfectant.
Then he swung the whip, striking at Tang San again.
Lin Feng watched the chaotic and explosive scene from the side, his jaw dropped in astonishment, muttering to himself: "What kind of mess is this, it's too exciting!"
"Crack, crack, crack!"
The whip whistled down in Tang Hao's hand, striking Tang San's back.
"Ouch! Ah!"
Tang San trembled all over from the pain, almost falling.
Only then did Lin Feng notice Tang San's old wounds; so, it was Tang Hao who inflicted them!
At this moment, hatred surged in Tang San's heart; with each whip, his resentment towards Tang Hao deepened.
"The humiliation of today, I will surely repay a thousand, ten thousand times over in the future."
Tang San gritted his teeth, clenching his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white, secretly vowing in his heart.
He didn't know how long he was beaten.
Tang Hao, panting, threw down the whip, picked up a jar of wine, and staggered back into the house to sleep.
It was as if he had never sobered up.
Seeing Tang Hao leave,
Tang San endured the sharp pain in his back, dragging his heavy steps to the edge of the courtyard.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his scarred back.
The torn flesh was stained with blood, and the skin at the wounds was curled back, a shocking sight.
Tang San's hands trembled as he picked up the herbal ointment and gently applied it to the wounds.
Each touch was like countless needles piercing deeply into his skin, making his body convulse from the pain.
But he couldn't care less about these; only one thought occupied his mind: why didn't the poison he carefully prepared work?
His eyes were filled with unwillingness and doubt, repeatedly recalling every detail of his poison making.
At this moment,
Lin Feng savored the scene of Tang San's failed patricide, clicking his tongue repeatedly as he looked at Tang San.
What a filial son.
It truly opened his eyes.
Now Lin Feng even wanted to hand the poison to Tang San, to see if he could truly commit patricide.
It was a pity that he was currently just a wisp of divine soul; though he could perceive all things in the World, he could not touch any physical entity.
He couldn't even complete the simplest act of handing over the medicine.
He could only suppress the thoughts in his heart.
Last time, he only changed one entry for Tang San; this time, he would try refreshing all other entries.
"System, refresh Tang San's entries."