Douluo Dalu: The Story of the Three Dogs of Huo Fu's Ancestors

Chapter 41 Bashu Tang Sect
"Brother Hao, you can't go on like this. You're already seriously exhausted."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm looked at Huo Yuhao, whose face was as pale as paper and extremely pale, and said in an anxious tone.

"It doesn't matter. If you want to be cruel to others, you must first be cruel to yourself!"

After pacifying the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm beside him, Huo Yuhao once again increased the use of the combination of several soul skills with his Lingmou martial soul, and said in his heart.

"Since I can't destroy you physically, I'll try to destroy your spirit!"

The reborn Tang San opened his eyes again in an extreme trance. The world in front of him was extremely clear, but he found that the surrounding environment was no longer the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

But it was the place in his heart that he least wanted to recall, the Bashu Tang Sect!

All the previous memories seemed to be a long-lasting dream. Everything in front of him was real, but Tang San subconsciously rejected it.

Tang San, dressed in grey, stood on the top of Ghost-Seeing Tree, staring at the three Buddha's Wrath Lotuses in his hands with an extremely complicated expression.

I vaguely remember that I was adopted by the Tang Clan when I was young, which enabled me to survive.

He should be 29 years old now. It took him 20 years to finally complete the pinnacle of Tang Sect's outer sect hidden weapons, the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus.

One can imagine the hardships involved, especially having to infiltrate the inner sect before the age of nine and acquire many of the Tang sect's unique skills.

From planning to implementation and finally escaping from the scene, he had completed this complex series of operations before he was nine years old.

His talent and ability are unrivaled in the contemporary world. As for the fact that the means by which he acquired the many unique skills of the Tang Sect were somewhat dishonorable, this is not important.

If the people of Tang Sect were not unwilling to teach him, how could such a pure and innocent person like him possibly steal? The one who was wrong was not himself, but the Tang Sect!
“But why did I come back here?”

Suddenly, seventeen white figures jumped towards Guijianchou from the mountainside at high speed.

Tang San subconsciously summoned his martial soul upon seeing this, but it seemed as if the martial soul had never existed and could not be summoned at all.

The cultivation of these Tang Sect elders has all reached the highest level. In just a blink of an eye, they are about to reach the peak of the Ghost-Seeing Power.

Tang San recalled his previous memories, thinking with amazing wisdom, and suddenly murmured.

"Did I travel through time again or was I reborn?"

After Tang San came to this conclusion with amazing wisdom, he suddenly pounced on the Ghost in front and leaped towards the clouds in the mountain stream. Now he did not want to face these Tang Sect elders.

During the rapid fall off the cliff, an expression of fear only remained on Tang San's face for a moment. He tightly grasped the three Buddha's Wrath Tanglians in his hands, wanting to take them with him when he crossed over.

Suddenly realizing that only the soul could travel through, Tang San was unwilling to give up and stuffed the Buddha's Wrath Lotus into his mouth.

He wanted to swallow it into his body to see if he could travel through time together, but the Buddha's Wrath Lotus was a bit too big for his mouth to contain, so he could only barely hold two of them.

Looking at the last Buddha's Wrath Lotus in his hand, his face showed an extremely anxious expression. His amazing wisdom started to work, and in a flash he suddenly remembered that there was another place in his body where he could put it.

He stuffed it in instantly, with a look of intoxication on his face, and finally he couldn't help but say with joy in his heart.

"Douluo Continent, here I come! Xiao Wu, here I come!"

The Tang Clan dungeon, hidden deep in the dark mountains, is a forbidden place that few people go to.

The dungeon was filled with coldness and deathly silence. The wet ground was covered with endless moss. The almost enclosed space was filled with a strong smell of blood and decay. The faint candlelight flickered inside, making the entire space seem even more eerie and terrifying.

The most horrifying thing is the rows of various horrifying torture instruments on the walls. Time seems to have frozen here, and every second becomes extremely long. The fear and despair of the people imprisoned become more and more intense as time goes by.

In the deepest part of the Bashu Tang Clan dungeon, there was an execution platform made of various hard metals, on which was tied tightly a young man who had fallen into a coma, and next to him stood an old man in a white robe.

The deepest part of the dungeon was filled with a depressing atmosphere, and the air was filled with fear and despair. Here, life was as insignificant as an ant, and there was only endless pain and torture. This was a den of ghosts, a corner of hell, which gave rise to an unspeakable fear in the depths of one's heart.

The moment he opened his eyes again, the world before his eyes was extremely clear, making Tang San feel fortunate that this seemed to be the real world.

Then I suddenly realized that the environment in front of me was a dark dungeon.

He was tied tightly to the execution platform. Just as he was about to take a close look at the surroundings, an old voice sounded beside him.

"Heh, Tang San is awake?"

Hearing the voice, although he didn't see the person, Tang San immediately realized who it was. It was the second elder of the Tang Sect who was known for being impartial and just. Anyone who broke the sect's rules would surely suffer in his hands.

He tried desperately to break free from the restraints, but he couldn't break free no matter what. Seeing that Tang San refused to repent, the second elder of the Tang Sect said in a cold tone.

"Tang San, as an outer sect disciple, you sneaked into the inner sect and secretly learned our unique skills. This is an unforgivable crime. According to the sect rules, you deserve to be put to death!"

Hearing this, Tang San saw that he was at the mercy of others and subconsciously defended himself.

"I, Tang San, can swear to heaven that I have never revealed any of the secret skills I learned secretly. I, Tang San, have never forgotten my roots, not before and not in the future."

After hearing this, the second elder suddenly spoke.

"Really? The founder of the Tang Sect in Douluo Continent?"

The moment he heard this, Tang San's heart suddenly stopped, his eyes flashed with extreme fear, and endless fear at this moment completely engulfed him like a tide.

"Haha, you have nothing to say, right?"

The second elder of the Tang Sect picked up the cruel torture instruments hanging on the wall and prepared to let Tang San taste them one by one.
From the Tang Clan dungeon hidden deep in the gloomy mountains, shrill screams were heard. After a long time, they turned into intermittent whispers and faint whimpers.

The moment Tang San opened his eyes again, the world in front of him was extremely blurry, making him subconsciously think that it was a fake world.

Xiao Wu, who suddenly saw his wife working part-time as the Shura Sword Scabbard, immediately felt certain in his heart.

“This is definitely the real world!”

The various dreams he had experienced before had a great impact on his psychology, and Xiao Wu was like his last straw. As long as Xiao Wu was there, he would never collapse.

Xiao Wu, who was sitting on a chair nearby, saw Tang San waking up from his bed and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Third brother, why did you wake up just after falling asleep?"

When Tang San heard Xiao Wu's voice, it was as if all the depression in his heart was swept away. He wanted to hold Xiao Wu's soft little hand, but the latter dodged for some reason.

At this moment, he urgently needed Xiao Wu's warmth, so he reached out to her again. The latter dodged again, looking embarrassed and speaking hesitantly.

"Third brother, what are you doing?"

Without waiting for Tang San's reply, Xiao Wu continued to speak.

"Brother San, go to sleep. You are sleepy..."

"I have to go out now for something"

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu, who was dressed very well and looked like she was going out to meet her lover. Suddenly, he felt extremely sleepy and fell asleep quietly.

(End of this chapter)