Chapter 2 After the Death of Parents
This morning, Yu Xiaohui sent some farm tools to the next door Saint Soul Village for repair according to the request of the village elder Tom.
Recently, the blacksmith in Wanghun Village suddenly left because of something. Many villagers' farm tools were damaged due to long-term use and needed to be repaired.
And I heard that there is a new alcoholic blacksmith in the Holy Soul Village next door. Although he likes to drink, he is pretty good at making things and is quite famous in several nearby villages.
In the end, the village elder Tom organized Yu Xiaohui and others to use a carriage to pull the village's broken farm tools to the next door Saint Soul Village for repairs.
But when a few people came back, a giant hammer fell from the sky. Several villagers transporting farm tools died on the spot. Yu Xiaohui was smashed to death before he could even activate his martial spirit.
When the village chief came to notify her, her mother, Yang Yulan, collapsed, and Yang Ping'an was also spinning. She never expected that her father, who loved her so much, would suddenly suffer such bad news.
When Yang Yulan and Yang Pingan arrived at the scene of the incident, they were shocked.
There was only a large pit left at the scene. There were several very blurry corpses in the pit. They were more like lumpy fragments than corpses.
Although the shape of the body can still be barely seen, the whole person seems to have turned into a puddle of flesh. Only the layer of coarse linen on the surface can still show that this is a person.
Yang Yulan was trembling all over, and she could only confirm that it was her husband who died by stroking the corner of the clothes she had sewn by herself in the pit.
Yang Yulan gently touched the hem of her clothes with her hands. There was still familiar needlework on the hem, and she suddenly fainted.
Yang Ping'an supported his mother, remembering his father's love for him, and remembering that his father personally taught him boxing and kicking skills, his whole face became extremely ferocious, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
The village elder Tom reported it to the officials immediately. However, after the officials arrived, they surveyed the scene for a long time. Apart from the big pit and the corpse, they could not find any useful clues. They only knew that this was probably an extremely powerful soul master. caused by.
Finally, with the help of many villagers, Yang Yulan and Yang Pingan buried Yu Xiaohui on the back mountain. Of course, the name on the tombstone was Yang Xiaohui.
Others may not know who the murderer is, but Yang Ping'an knows very well that Tang Hao is probably the only one who can cause such harm and has a motive.
Tang Hao took his son to hide in the Holy Soul Village and transformed into an alcoholic blacksmith. However, at this time, the Wuhun Palace's pursuit of him did not stop at all, and was even more urgent and serious now.
As for his father Yu Xiaohui, as the steward of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, I am afraid he has seen Tang Hao's face before, and Tang Hao did not hesitate to kill him halfway in order to hide his whereabouts.
Tang Hao is now a dignified Titled Douluo. It is too easy to kill an ordinary Soul Emperor. Instead of moving his position and hiding, it is better to silence him directly. I am afraid that no one will think that the murderer is his name. An alcoholic blacksmith.
But now he is only a four-year-old child. It can be said that he has no strength and has not even learned the Chinese characters. How can he possibly deal with Tang Hao, a titled Douluo?
The biggest question in front of him now is how to survive, how to survive, how to awaken the martial soul to avenge the future?
Since her father's accident, her mother, Yang Yulan, has become very ill. As an ordinary person, when she suddenly heard the bad news, her whole body felt as if the sky had fallen.
The doctor who was invited just said that Yang Yulan was mentally and physically damaged due to excessive worry, and that she might not have much time left.
Although various doctors were invited for treatment and a lot of money was spent, it only took three months. My mother, Yang Yulan, seemed to be exhausted.
That night, Yang Yulan in the hospital bed looked at the thin figure of Yang Pingan, who had been busy for several months, and she seemed to become more haggard.
At this time, Yang Yulan's whole body had no life left. She just looked at Yang Ping'an with a little distress, and said with all her strength: "Ping'an, I'm afraid I can't survive. You must grow up well and live in peace in the future. Marry A wife gives birth to a son.”
Yang Ping'an looked very haggard at this time: "Mom, you will be fine, you believe that I will cure you."
Yang Yulan shook her head with tears in her eyes: "I know my own body better than anyone else. I'm just worried about how you will live in the future. You are only four years old now." Yang Ping'an also burst into tears at this time, but He still said resolutely: "Mom, don't worry, I will live well, and I will avenge my father."
Yang Yulan's voice became hoarse: "Ping An, I know you have had your own ideas and ambitions since you were a child, but don't think about revenge. The enemy may be stronger than you think."
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"Don't think so much first. In addition to the money at home, there is a small box under the floor tiles at the foot of the bed. The things inside can help you grow up safely, but you must not show it easily. It is easy to expose money. Bringing disaster.”
Yang Pingan's face was serious: "Mom, don't worry, I know what to do, and I will definitely try my best to survive."
Yang Yulan took one last look at her son, seemingly filled with endless worry, and finally closed her eyes.
Yang Pingan, with tears streaming down his face, clenched his hands into fists, and even bit out a trace of blood with his teeth, looked at his deceased mother quietly.
From now on, I no longer have any relatives, only hatred.
In the next few days, under the auspices of the village elder Tom and with the help of some villagers, Yang Pingan buried his mother together with his father.
But just after the funeral, Yang Pingan invited the village elder Tom and several elderly people in the village.
Everyone looked at the young Yang Ping'an and seemed to be very sympathetic, but also very worried about Yang Ping'an's future growth.
It has to be said that no matter where they go, ordinary villagers are relatively simple, but Yang Ping'an also understands that there are absolutely no completely simple people in this world, and interests are everything.
Yang Ping'an bowed three times in succession to Old Tom: "Thank you, Grandpa Tom, for burying my mother. I will ask Grandpa Tom for help if I have something to do next."
Old Tom also looked sad: "Ping An, just tell me if you have anything to say. We have watched you grow up."
Yang Pingan took out a small bag from his body, placed the bag directly on the table and opened it. There were thirteen gold coins in it, which was all Yang Pingan's apparent family property now.
Yang Ping'an bowed to Old Tom again: "Grandpa Tom, this is all the property of our family. I would like to ask grandpa to help keep it. This will be used by me for school and life in the future."
Many simple villagers looked at the gold soul coins on the table with greedy eyes. For everyone, this is a considerable fortune. You must know that one gold soul coin can cover the normal expenses of a family of three for several months. , and these more than ten gold soul coins are simply a huge wealth for ordinary people.
Old Tom looked a little worried: "Ping An, what are you doing? Just keep it yourself. Without this money, how will you live in the future?"
Yang Ping'an shook his head: "Grandpa Tom, I'm too young now. Grandpa, please help me keep it. If I really need it in the future, I'll come back to you."
In fact, although Yang Ping'an is young, he has secretly observed everyone in the village. Old Tom has been the village chief for so long, so he naturally has a certain prestige in the village, and can even be said to have a certain city and power. Compared with these golden souls, The coins are in my hands and others are worrying about them, so it is better to hand them all over and talk about the future later.
Moreover, there is still a certain amount of food at home, so the minds of dignified adults will not starve to death.
As for Old Tom, given his reputation in the village, he would not kill himself for these gold soul coins.
(End of chapter)