From Douluo to Godhood: Chapter 15

Jiang Chen turned around in confusion, only to discover that the person calling him was none other than Tang San's father, Tang Hao.

He had observed Tang Hao from afar in the past, but this was his first time being this close to a Title Douluo.

Tang Hao was as disheveled as ever, his hair a bird's nest that looked as if it hadn't been washed in weeks.

His face was weathered, his frame burly, and his clothes were covered in patches.

Tang Hao was the only blacksmith in the surrounding villages; logically, he shouldn't have been living such a difficult life, but unfortunately, he spent every cent he earned on alcohol.

"Uncle, is there something you need?" Jiang Chen asked curiously.

He could now freely control the corpse qi within his body, so he was no longer afraid of Tang Hao, assuming Tang Hao wouldn't be cruel enough to smash him with a hammer.

"You were the one who brought a fish to my little San the day before yesterday, weren't you? That was very thoughtful of you. Come over to my place today to hang out. You and little San are about the same age; you should interact more," Tang Hao said with a smile.

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and replied, "Alright."

Tang San, standing to the side, was stunned. He had never seen his father smile in all these years, and he never expected him to smile because of that detestable Jiang Chen.

Tang San stared at Jiang Chen as if he were looking at a monster, though deep down, he felt a sense of gratitude.

For years, his father had drowned his sorrows in alcohol, living in a daze, yet now he was smiling because of Jiang Chen—this was undeniably a good thing.

Seeing that Jiang Chen had agreed, Tang Hao's smile grew even gentler. He reached out to take Jiang Chen's hand, but Tang San grabbed him tightly.

Tang San held onto his father's arm with both hands, exerting force from his waist and legs while utilizing the Thousand-Catty Drop technique to prevent Tang Hao from walking toward Jiang Chen.

"Dad, don't go near him, he's dangerous!" Tang San shouted urgently.

Even he had almost fallen victim to it before, and he was deeply worried that if his father were eroded by Jiang Chen's corpse poison, he would surely fall deathly ill.

Moreover, the spectacle Jiang Chen had just created during his awakening, with the black mist radiating from his zombie martial soul, contained corpse poison far more potent than before. In Tang San's mind, Jiang Chen's danger level had risen by another major tier.

"Hm?" Tang Hao looked down in surprise. He knew Tang San was strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong at only six years old.

With a slight exertion of his arm, he easily lifted Tang San, who was using every ounce of his strength.

Tang Hao laughed, "What danger could a child like him possibly pose?"

Suspended in the air, Tang San was shocked by his father's immense power. He had secretly channeled his soul power, giving him several hundred catties of force, yet he had been lifted up with ease.

He had no choice but to let go and drop to the ground.

"Dad, you don't understand. Jiang Chen has a nickname—the God of Plague. Anyone who gets close to him easily gets poisoned," Tang San said worriedly.

Jiang Chen wore a playful expression, his eyes, bright as black gems, rolling around before he ran up and threw an arm around Tang San's shoulder.

Caught off guard, Tang San stiffened, his entire body bristling like a startled hen.

"Uncle, let's go," Jiang Chen said with a bright, beaming smile, his arm hooked firmly around Tang San's shoulder.

Tang Hao smiled and nodded, leading the way.

"Let's go, little San," Jiang Chen whispered, leaning close to Tang San's ear and licking his lips.

Looking at the two small fangs exposed near his neck, Tang San recalled the sight of Jiang Chen's martial soul transformation and felt a chill run down his spine.

He was genuinely afraid that Jiang Chen's teeth would pierce his neck, puncture his blood vessels, and drink his blood.