Douluo the god of justice

Chapter 102 Parents
"I will send someone to do these things. Your parents have already arrived in Wuhun City. You go to meet them and stay with them for a few days. Then I will take you to get the spirit ring. Go and let yourself relax for a while." God, there may not be many opportunities like this in the future."

Speaking of this, Bibi Dong sighed lightly for some reason, and seemed a little bit dispirited.

Yang Jian nodded lightly, "Thank you teacher."

Bibi Dong watched Yang Jian walk out of the hall, feeling somewhat lost for some reason.

As soon as Yang Jian came out of the hall, he saw ghosts waiting at the door, "Boy, let's go, I'll take you to meet your parents. Speaking of which, you haven't seen them for a long time."

Yang Jian nodded silently, following behind the ghost, Yang Jian was also a little at a loss, parents, this word seems a bit far away from Yang Jian, even if they are parents in this world, why did Yang Jian ever want to face them with indifference.

But even during the six years when Yang Jian was in the city lord's mansion, he rarely saw them. Yang Jian could naturally guess what they thought of him. Feeling afraid of the abnormality, naturally alienated Yang Jian more and more.

Yang Jian didn't mean to blame them, it's human nature, but as time passed, Yang Jian's character became more and more withdrawn, and he didn't even want to face them.

The ghost seemed to see something, and slapped Yang Jian on the head, "What's wrong with you kid, aren't you happy to see your parents?"

Yang Jian shook his head and didn't say anything. The two of them didn't walk for long, and stopped in front of a mansion. This place is not far from Wuhun Palace, and it belongs to the center of Wuhun City. This kind of place can be said to be real Every inch of land is worth every penny.

Even if you don't have a certain identity, you can't buy it. It seems that this should be arranged by Bibi Dong, not waiting for Yang Jian to think too much about the ghostly voice.

"Boy, your parents live here now, so I won't disturb your reunion. You can go by yourself and call me whenever you need it."

As soon as the words fell, the ghost's figure had disappeared, Yang Jian did not hesitate, knocked on the door, and waited in front of the door.

Soon the door was opened, and it was Yang Po who opened the door. Yang Po was in his prime, and his appearance hadn't changed much over the years, but Yang Jian had changed a lot. Yang Po didn't seem to recognize Yang Jian immediately.

"You are?" Yang Po asked very politely.

Yang Jian showed a smile to Yang Po for the first time, as if joking, "My name is Yang Jian, why? I even forgot."

Yang Po was stunned, and looked at Yang Jian carefully. There were indeed some shadows of the past, but he grew up a little faster. Yang Jian is only 14 years old now, and his height is about the same as Yang Po, and there is no trace of childishness on his face. No matter how you look up, you must be eighteen or nineteen years old.

Yang Po smiled awkwardly, and quickly turned his body, "Jian'er, you've grown so tall, come here, come in quickly."

Yang Jian followed Yang Po into the yard, Yang Jian didn't show any fluctuations in expression, but Yang Po seemed a little excited.

"Jian'er, you didn't say you came back to see me and your mother all these years. Are you used to staying here? Has anyone bullied you?"

Speaking of which, Yang Po patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, "You are growing up really fast, I almost didn't recognize you."

Yang Jian didn't evade, and let Yang Po's hand fall on his shoulder, "I've been busy practicing these years, sorry."

Yang Po laughed indifferently, "I'm sorry for what you said, so many years have passed, what is your cultivation level now, I'm already level 59, and it won't be long before I can break through to the Soul Emperor."

Seeing Yang Po's showy expression, Yang Jian didn't want to hit Yang Po, so he didn't speak.

Yang Po continued to say to himself, "Jian'er, with your talent, you should be a soul respecter. Even if you say you are a soul sect, I won't be surprised."

"By the way, Jian'er, why did you suddenly bring us to Wuhun City? Who are you, Dugu Bo? He should be quite strong, and he is quite respectful to us."

Knowing that Yang Jian didn't like to talk, Yang Po didn't force him, so he took Yang Jian to the gazebo in the backyard, and the two sat facing each other.

"Jian'er, how long are you going to stay when you come back this time?"

"I'll leave after I come back to see you. I have other things to do."

Yang Jian paused for a moment, and said awkwardly, "Father, the reason for bringing you here this time is because the mainland is going to be unstable, and it's best for you not to leave Wuhun City."

Yang Po wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yang Jian.

"Don't ask too much about other things. If you need anything, you can tell the people in Wuhundian. You can enjoy your happiness here with peace of mind. Don't worry about me. I'm doing well."

Yang Po frowned and sighed lightly, but he didn't say anything, the two just sat opposite each other, neither of them spoke again.

It's been a long time.

"I should go. I'm going to hunt for soul rings in a few days, and I have to do some preparations." Yang Jian stood up and said calmly.

Yang Po also stood up and said, "Since we have all come to Wuhun City, you can move here and live with us."

Yang Jian shook his head, didn't speak, and walked out. After sending Yang Jian away, Yang Po closed the door and sighed again.

Yang Jian walked on the street, the residents of Wuhun City seemed to be much less, and there were only sporadic figures on the street.

A ghostly figure appeared next to Yang Jian, jokingly said, "Why don't you get close to your parents, kid? I thought you only showed me your ugly face, but I didn't expect you to treat your father like this."

Yang Jian shook his head, instead of answering this question, he asked, "Where is the soul beast brought back by Bai Chen settled?"

"In the dungeon, there is no other place to place it other than the dungeon. After all, it is a ten thousand year spirit beast. If it runs around, it will easily hurt people."

Yang Jian frowned, "Elder Ghost, please take me to the dungeon to see it."

Guigui nodded, the dungeon of the Wuhun Temple is located in the underground of the Wuhun Palace, it is not a good place, most of the prisoners are traitors of the Wuhun Palace, or spies from other forces.

And the person in charge of the dungeon happened to be the ghost. The entrance of the dungeon was a black hall, above which there were two huge black sickles crossed.

There is not a single window in the entire hall, and the inside of the hall is extremely dark. There are no extra decorations in the hall, and there is only one passage leading to the ground.

Yang Jian followed the ghost down the passage, and arrived at the first floor within a few steps. There were no cells on this floor, and there were huge crosses on the left and right sides, and various instruments of torture were placed beside the crosses.

The crosses were covered with bloodstains, and there were even a few mummified corpses hanging on the crosses. Yang Jian walked past without the slightest change of expression.

There was a man hanging on a cross with scars all over his body, even the wounds were already smelly, and the blood had turned black, but the man seemed to be still alive.

The man felt someone passing by, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but he closed his eyes tightly, as if he didn't dare to open them.

Ghost kept paying attention to Yang Jian's expression, and nodded in satisfaction, "These people deserved their crimes for betraying the Wuhun Palace, and they deserved it. Let's go, it's still at the bottom."

(End of this chapter)