The Tang Family's Furry Clan

At the same time, amidst his fury, Tang Hao also felt a fear he could scarcely put into words.

He remembered that everything he had done was seamless, leaving not a single trace behind.

Even Ah Yin, who had sacrificed herself for him, had done so willingly, never suspecting that all of this was his carefully orchestrated scheme.

So why did the Heavenly Curtain know everything so clearly?

A terror born from the depths of his heart rose within Tang Hao.

Elsewhere, not far from Tang Hao, Tang San stood frozen in place.

After seeing the Heavenly Curtain, his emotions were tangled. He truly had not expected that his father's moral character would be just like his own—so utterly...

He didn't finish the thought, but it was all thanks to his father's selfishness. If Tang Hao hadn't schemed to force Ah Yin into sacrificing herself for him, then Qian Xunji would never have found Ah Yin.

If Qian Xunji hadn't found Ah Yin, then the child of Tang Hao and Ah Yin wouldn't have been killed by the shockwave of Qian Xunji's attack.

If that child hadn't died, then he, Tang San, wouldn't have smoothly taken over that dead body, nor would he possess the peerless talent of the Twin Martial Souls—Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Sect.

In fact, if Ah Yin and Tang Hao's child had lived, then he, Tang San, would likely have had to find some other dead person to possess.

If his luck had been bad, and he had possessed a waste like Yu Xiaogang, his entire life would have been ruined.

Even though Tang Hao had saved him, still, to put it another way—

A man like Tang Hao was too sinister, almost catching up to him, Tang San.

To trade his own wife and child for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring—how ruthless!

While Tang San was sighing, Xiao Wu's expression shifted to anger and fear.

Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a Titled Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect, and Tang Hao's wife was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

When Xiao Wu first heard this news, she had been excited.

After all, her future father-in-law had also married a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had reincarnated as a human, so surely he wouldn't mind his son doing the same.

That meant she and her Tang San-gege could naturally end up together, right?

But now that she had seen Tang Hao's true face, Xiao Wu didn't dare anymore. She was almost afraid to stay by Tang San's side.

Xiao Wu was genuinely terrified that Tang Hao would force her to sacrifice herself for Tang San, just like Tang San's mother had done.

At this moment, Xiao Wu wasn't yet deeply in love with Tang San; the bond between them hadn't reached the point where she would give everything for him without hesitation.

So, weighing the pros and cons, Xiao Wu's love-struck mind slowly faded, and reason regained the upper hand.

Just as Xiao Wu was thinking rationally again—

Wait!

Suddenly, Xiao Wu realized something.

She was only at level thirty, nowhere near the mature stage of a soul beast's reincarnation as a human. Any human Titled Douluo could recognize her identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast at a single glance.

And Tang Hao was a Titled Douluo. Moreover, when Tang San had come to study at Notting College, Tang Hao had never left.

This Titled Douluo had probably been watching Tang San from the shadows all along.

And she, Xiao Wu, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, had been by Tang San's side all these years.

There was no way Tang Hao hadn't noticed her. And as a Titled Douluo, there was no way he hadn't detected her identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

So that meant—all these years, Tang Hao had said nothing, never exposed her true nature.

The more she thought about it, the more terrifying it became!

Maybe, even now, Tang Hao was somewhere in Shrek Academy, watching her.

At that thought, Xiao Wu instantly felt as if a pair of dark, devouring eyes were staring at her from the shadows, making her body tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, Tang San, who had been questioning his own existence, also noticed Xiao Wu's unusual trembling.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, what's wrong?"

As he spoke, Tang San reached out his hand to touch Xiao Wu's forehead, wanting to check her condition.

But faced with Tang San's concern, because of the Heavenly Curtain's exposure, Xiao Wu instinctively stepped back.

"Huh??"

Seeing Xiao Wu retreat, Tang San's outstretched hand hung awkwardly in the air, the smile on his lips gradually freezing.

Witnessing this scene, the other members of Shrek Academy around Tang San and Xiao Wu also noticed the two of them acting strangely.

They stared fixedly at Tang San's hand suspended in the air, then looked at Xiao Wu, who was avoiding him. The expressions on their faces grew meaningful.

Faced with the unblinking stares of Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, even Tang San couldn't maintain his composure.

He awkwardly lowered his hand, rubbed the back of his head, and deliberately looked at Xiao Wu with a puzzled expression, asking in confusion:

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xiao Wu also snapped out of her earlier fear. Facing her San-ge, who had been by her side day and night for over six years, her emotions were a tangled mess.

Her San-ge probably wouldn't be like his father, right? He wouldn't trick her into sacrificing herself for him in the end.

Xiao Wu thought it over. Then, suddenly, she remembered that the Heavenly Curtain had said her San-ge wasn't actually Tang Hao's real son—he was someone from another world.

So her third brother couldn't possibly be like Tang Hao on the Heavenly Curtain, tricking her into sacrificing herself for him.

Besides, Tang San was destined to become a god in the future—how could he ever stoop to such tricks?

Finally, after a round of self-soothing, Xiao Wu managed to convince herself.

Then, acting as if nothing had happened, she bounced over to Tang San and threw herself at him, feigning a coquettish tone:

"I'm fine, third brother. I was just spacing out a bit earlier. Please don't be mad."

Seeing Xiao Wu rushing toward him, Tang San finally let a long-missing smile spread across his face:

"It's fine, it's fine. How could I ever be angry with you?"

On the surface, Tang San and Xiao Wu had made up.

But the Tang Hao exposed on the Heavenly Curtain and Xiao Wu's earlier flinch had both driven a thorn deep into their hearts.

The rift between them was growing wider and wider.

The others from Shrek, who had been watching the whole time, also noticed the awkward atmosphere, and no one dared to speak.

Except for Ma Hongjun, who had no sense of the situation.

Seeing no one stepping in to ease the tension between Xiao Wu and Tang San, he blurted out loudly:

"Yeah, Xiao Wu, don't worry. Third brother's nothing like his dad. He wouldn't do something like sacrificing his own wife."

"After all, when you get down to it, third brother isn't even Tang Hao's real son, haha!!"

No one responded. The atmosphere grew even more eerie.

Ma Hongjun finally realized something. His laughter trailed off.

He looked around and felt as if countless icy eyes were fixed on him.

He had truly opened the wrong pot—managing to offend Xiao Wu, Tang San, and even Tang Hao all at once.

Just as Ma Hongjun felt he was about to be crushed by an invisible pressure, the Heavenly Curtain spoke up and saved him.

"Tang San is just like his old man. You could say the Tang family is a bunch of Furries!"