Along the way, many villagers greeted Old Jack, and when they saw Tang San, a stranger, they all cast curious glances.
Tang San smiled and nodded in greeting one by one, but they were thinking about other things.
Soon, they arrived in front of Blacksmith Shop at the east end of the village.
As Old Jack said, Blacksmith Shop has been sold to others.
The original adobe house has been renovated, and a new signboard is hung at the door, which reads "Wang's Blacksmith Shop". There is the sound of tinkering inside, and a shirtless strong man is sweating like rain inside.
"Lao Wang, you're busy!" Old Jack shouted towards the inside.
"Hey, it's Village Chief Jack!" The strong man stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his face, and said with a smile, "What kind of wind brings you here?"
"It's okay, let's show a young man from out of town." Old Jack said, "Isn't this Blacksmith Shop who belonged to Tang Hao's family before? He wants to see where Tang San lived before."
"Oh, that's it." The strong man nodded, "Then you can take a look, there's no one inside. After Tang Hao left, I haven't moved the small room in the back, it's still the same as before."
"Thank you, Lao Wang." Old Jack said.
Tang San followed Old Jack and walked into the hut behind Blacksmith Shop.
The cabin was very small, only about ten square meters, and it was empty. There was only a dilapidated wooden bed, a table with a missing leg, and a cabinet with peeling paint. The walls were covered with spider webs, and some rusty scrap metal was piled in the corner.
There is a faint smell of rust and mildew in the air.
"Look," Old Jack pointed to the old wooden bed and said, "Tang San used to sleep here. Tang Hao slept in the big house outside. At that time, Tang San would get up before dawn every morning, first make breakfast for Tang Hao, and then go chop wood and carry water. After finishing all the work, he could eat something by himself."
Tang San walked to the wooden bed and reached out to touch the rough bed board.
The bed board was very cold and there were some scratches of varying depths on it.
He seemed to be able to see a small figure curled up on this cold bed, crying silently in the darkness.
He seemed to be able to hear that little figure calling "Mom" softly on countless nights.
Tang San's heart felt like it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.
This is where his younger brother, who shares the same blood with him, lived since childhood.
The culprit behind all this is their stupid biological father, Tang Hao!
"After Tang Hao left, this cabin has been empty." Old Jack sighed and said, "I originally wanted to demolish it and build a new warehouse. But when I think of that filial child, I can't let it go. Maybe one day, he will come back to have a look."
Tang San didn't speak, just stood there quietly.
His eyes scanned every corner of the hut, and finally landed on a loose brick in the corner.
He walked over and gently knocked on the brick.
Brick made a hollow sound.
Tang San used a little force to pull out the brick.
Behind the bricks is a small hidden compartment.
In the secret compartment, there is a worn cloth bag.
Tang San picked up the cloth bag and opened it to take a look.
In the cloth bag, there was only a small grass windmill woven with Blue Silver Grass.
The weaving is very rough, and it can be seen that the person who weaved it is not very good at craftsmanship, but every Blue Silver Grass is weaved extremely carefully.
Tang San held the windmill, his fingers trembling slightly.
He could feel that there was a faint Soul Power fluctuation left on the ring.
This is knitted by my younger brother Tang San himself.
Perhaps, this was the only toy he had when he was a child.
Tang San put the grass ring back into the cloth bag and carefully put it into his arms.
Then, he put the bricks back into place and restored them to their original appearance.
"Let's go." Tang San turned around and said to Old Jack. His voice was very calm, but there was a hint of inexplicable emotion in his eyes.
"Okay." Old Jack nodded and led Tang San out of the hut.
When we walked out of Blacksmith Shop, the sun was already setting in the west.
The golden sunset shines over Holy Soul Village, giving this dilapidated small village a warm golden edge.
Smoke rose from the village, and the aroma of cooking filled the air.
The children chased and fought in the village, laughing happily.
Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.
Tang San stood at the door of Blacksmith Shop and looked back at the dilapidated hut.
Then, he turned around and bowed deeply to Old Jack: "Thank you for your hospitality today. It's getting late, I should go."
"Leaving so soon?" Old Jack said with some reluctance, "Why don't you stay in the village for one night? It's not too late to leave tomorrow."
"No, I have other things to do." Tang San shook his head and said, "I will come back to see you when I have the opportunity in the future."
He's going to Suotuo City.
He wanted to see the brother who had the same name and surname as him, the same bloodline, but a completely different childhood.
He also wanted to see what the father who abandoned him was like now.
If Tang Hao dares to use Tang San as a tool for his revenge like he did with Ah Yin, he will not mind doing justice to God and solving this so-called "father" with his own hands.
"Okay then." Old Jack sighed and said, "Be careful on the road. If you encounter any difficulties, just come back to Holy Soul Village. We Holy Soul Village people are all warm-hearted."
"I understand, thank you Grandpa Jack." Tang San nodded again, then turned around and walked towards the entrance of the village.
"Then be careful on the road!" Old Jack stood at the door and shouted to Tang San's back.
Tang San didn't look back, just waved his hand and strode out Holy Soul Village.
The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and his back was tall and lonely, with a cold determination.
But far away in the Luolock Magic Academy in Suotuo City, the original Tang San was accompanying Xiao Wu to feed the fish at the lake. He suddenly shivered and felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Wu glanced at him impatiently.
"Nothing." Tang San shook his head and rubbed his chest, "I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little cold."
"Hypocritical." Xiao Wu rolled his eyes and poured all the fish food in his hand into the lake. "After feeding, let's go and come with me to see Luolock teach them magic!"
Tang Third Company hurriedly followed, with that gentle smile on his face again.
He didn't know that a person with the same blood as him was walking towards him with full of anger and disgust.
He also didn't know that in the eyes of his other son, his father, whom he always respected, was just a selfish bastard who deserved death.
ps: One thing to mention, that one is just a follower of Kui Ba, not the real Kui Ba. Even if he travels to other worlds, he must fulfill the will of Kui Ba.