Tang Hao Believed Him

"So, I need to find the inheritor and try to stop this disaster before it becomes powerful."

He looked directly at Tang Hao and asked word for word, "Brother Tang, did you ever notice any unusual aura or unusual signs in Slaughter City back then?"

"Based on Brother Tang's understanding of Slaughter City, who do you think... is most likely to be contaminated or get that inheritance?"

After Fu Shiyan finished speaking, Tang Hao's hand holding the cup paused in mid-air.

Rakshasa... Inheritance?

In Slaughter City?

The first thing that flashed through his mind was the scene of that city - the scarlet mist that lingered all year round, the overwhelmingly thick smell of blood in the air, and the faces twisted in madness and despair.

Yes.

That kind of place...

If there really is any inheritance of "evil gods" in the world, there really is no more suitable breeding ground than Slaughter City.

He raised his eyes and looked at the solemn-looking Fu Shiyan opposite.

Hidden family...Beichen Fu Clan...

No wonder.

No wonder this person is young, has unfathomable strength, and has Titled Douluo like Fu Ze following him.

No wonder his understanding of Martial Soul, cultivation, and even the secrets of the mainland is far beyond ordinary people.

It wouldn't be surprising if those ancient families with truly long-standing heritage and unknown to the world knew this.

Tang Hao's mind was spinning rapidly. As for whether Fu Shiyan lied to him?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!

What does he want?

If this person really had malicious intentions, with the methods he had shown and the cultivation he had given Xiao San, he would have had the chance to strike, so why would he go around in such a big circle?

What's more, when he mentioned "Rakshasa appears, the mainland will be in chaos", his solemnity did not seem to be fake.

Tang Hao himself crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

He knows all too well what it feels like when a real crisis comes.

Fu Shiyan felt like this to him at this moment.

So, this is...

Thaksin!

Tang Hao was silent for a moment. He closed his eyes and frowned, thinking about where Rakshasa Inheritance might exist in Slaughter City.

And the memory of Slaughter City, filled with endless blood, madness and darkness, began to reappear in his mind.

After a while, he opened his eyes suddenly, as if he thought of something, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Slaughter City's God of Slaughter, in the past hundred years, including me, there are only three people."

He continued in a cold voice, "My grandfather Tang Chen, I, and..."

He paused, and a name came out from between his teeth. "Bibi Dong."

Fu Shiyan's eyes moved slightly, and he followed his words and asked, "Brother Tang, do you think it's her?"

"My grandfather has been missing for decades. There is no news and his life and death are unknown."

Tang Hao's voice had no fluctuations, but contained deep-seated hatred as he continued:

"Of course I am not."

He clenched his fist again, his joints crackling slightly, and said in a cold voice, "The remaining one... other than her, who else is worthy of that evil inheritance?"

Fu Shiyan nodded slowly, as if he was thinking carefully about Tang Hao's words.

"What Brother Tang said does make sense. Bibi Dong is Pope. She has immense power, and her character and means are very human. If she is really Rakshasa Inheritance, it is not impossible."

But he changed the subject and raised doubts. "However, Spirit Hall was created by the Angel God lineage after all, and has been passed down for more than a thousand years."

"If the contemporary Pope has long since become the successor of the evil god, how could Angel God Great Elder of the Worship Hall's lineage be unaware or unresponsive? This is a difficult question to solve."

He looked at Tang Hao with deep eyes and said slowly, "Perhaps, Rakshasa Inheritance has not officially chosen a master yet and is still waiting for the opportunity. Or maybe..."

He paused slightly and his voice became deeper:

"In that place where evil gathers, the fourth 'God of Slaughter' is about to be born."

Tang Hao's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, like a knife blade unsheathed, he stared at Fu Shiyan and asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to go in?"

Fu Shiyan shook his head slowly and said in a calm tone, "Now is not the time."

"If you rush into such a desperate situation before the time has come and you don't have enough strength, you may not only alert the enemy, but also put yourself in danger."

"When Xiao San's foundation is more solid and they have the ability to protect themselves, I may make arrangements. This matter needs to be considered in the long run and made before taking action."

Tang Hao was silent for a moment, the sharp aura around him subsided slightly, and nodded.

"As long as you have a plan, Slaughter City... it's no small matter, it's a real hell on earth! If you decide to go in, be sure to let me know in advance."

He looked at Fu Shiyan calmly and added, "I'll go with you."

Fu Shiyan handed over his hand and solemnly said, "Thank you, Brother Tang."

The two chatted in a low voice for a few more words and finalized some details on how to transmit simple signals through "Seed of Vegetation" in case of emergency.

Tang Hao stood up again.

"It's time for me to go," he said, looking involuntarily towards the courtyard again, to the window that shined with warm orange light.

That's Tang San's room.

He just stood there quietly, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate the window paper, and he saw the figure of the young man inside who was meditating cross-legged and practicing hard.

In the depths of his eyes, expectations surged, and guilt settled. In the end, they all turned into a deep peace that belonged to his father.

He looked at it for a long time.

Finally, he slowly withdrew his gaze and turned around. His tall and straight back cast a long shadow under the cold moonlight.

"Brother Fu, take care."

"Brother Tang, be careful along the way and be sure to take it seriously."

Tang Hao didn't look back, he just raised his right hand and waved casually and forcefully at Fu Shiyan behind him.

The next moment, he took one step forward.

The whole person seemed to have blended into the ink of the night, disappearing quietly outside the courtyard wall without any trace or sound.

Fu Shiyan stood alone in the quiet courtyard, looking at the direction Tang Hao was leaving, and stood in silence for a moment.

The night wind gradually picked up, carrying the coolness of late autumn, blowing the hair on his forehead.

He withdrew his gaze from afar, turned his head, and looked in a completely different direction - that is the distant position where Sunset Forest is located.

"Yue Guan over there..."

He whispered to himself, his clear eyes reflected the few stars in the sky, twinkling slightly.

"The time is almost here."

Void Reality Illusion Domain, even if Fu Ze maintains it with all his strength with level ninety-five Soul Power, with his current carefully constructed field of Soul Saint level, he can still trap a Peak Douluo like Yue Guan for an hour at most.

I was delayed for a long time by Tang Hao, but I can say that I deceived him away.

He must rush over immediately to complete the last and most important "closing the net".

Fu Shiyan Without any further delay, he quickly turned around and returned to the house.

Then, his figure swayed slightly, and like a line of blue smoke blending into the night, silently passed over the eaves and merged into the boundless darkness outside the window.

Increase the speed to the extreme and gallop away in the direction of Sunset Forest.