Tang San stared blankly at the roof.
He listened to the sound of the fire burning, but no matter how he moved his eyes, there was no light on the right side.
A thick layer of medical cloth was wrapped around his head, completely covering his right eye.
Tang San raised his hand and touched it.
"Don't move."
A hoarse voice came from the bedside.
A rough hand grabbed his wrist.
Tang San turned his left eye and saw Tang Hao sitting in the shadows. The old cloak was still stained with dried blood, and Clear Sky Hammer was leaning at his feet.
There is also a gray-haired healer Soul Master in the room.
The old man took back the hand that was pressing on Tang San's forehead. The three Soul Ring behind him slowly went out, and his face turned a little pale.
"My life has been saved, and the poison on my body has been suppressed for the time being."
Tang San stared at him.
"Where are my eyes?"
The old man avoided his gaze and lowered his head to pack the medicine box.
"The poison has penetrated into the meridians of the eye. The eye can barely be saved, but the meridians inside are all damaged."
"From now on... I won't be able to see you anymore."
Tang San's breathing stopped for a moment.
"Impossible."
He sat up suddenly, and Mysterious Heaven Skill rushed toward his right eye along his meridians.
The pain exploded instantly.
A trace of black and green blood soon seeped out from under the medicine cloth. Tang San let out a miserable groan and fell back onto the bed.
Tang Hao Hold his shoulders.
"That's enough."
"I can see the meridians clearly, I just need to force the poison out..."
Tang San still wanted to continue practicing, but his right eye felt like it was pierced by a red-hot iron nail again. He firmly grabbed the board under him, and his nails scraped several deep scratches on it.
Treatment Soul Master carried the medicine box and did not dare to stay in this room longer.
"I've done everything I can. That's the poison left by Titled Douluo. It's not easy to save your life."
Tang Hao casually threw out a bag of Gold Soul Coin.
After catching it, the old man pushed open the wooden door and hurriedly disappeared into the night without even counting.
The cabin became quiet again.
Tang San was lying on the bed, his chest rising and falling.
Immortal Herb is gone, and the right eye is also useless.
He risked his life and walked for more than two months, but in the end he got nothing and half of Purple Demon Eye was destroyed.
"Dugu Bo..."
Tang San squeezed out the name through his teeth, his left eye filled with growing hatred.
Tang Hao did not persuade him to let go of his hatred. He looked at the blood-stained bandage on his son's head, and the killing intent in his eyes was no less than that of Tang San.
"This account will be settled later."
Tang San turned his face sideways and looked at the tall figure beside the bed.
The memories before coma came back bit by bit.
Nine paths Soul Ring, black giant hammer, and the name Dugu Bo called out.
"Are you really Tang Hao?"
Tang Hao was silent for a moment.
"I am your father."
Tang San's hand holding the wooden board slowly loosened.
In the past few years, Tang Hao only drank and slept every day, and didn't even cook him a decent meal. Tang San always thought that his father was just a down-and-out blacksmith.
But now I find that the down-and-out blacksmith is actually Clear Sky Douluo.
"Have you been following me?"
"Hmm."
"Then why didn't you come out earlier?"
Tang Hao didn't answer. He originally wanted Tang San to experience the danger himself and wanted to see how far this son could go.
But it is meaningless to talk about this now.
Tang San did not continue to ask. He stared at the fire that could be extinguished at any time, and suddenly thought of another person.
"Notting City There is still a person locked up in the prison."
Tang Hao raised his head.
"Who?"
"Yu Xiaogang."
This name made Tang Hao frown.
"Yu Xiaogang of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
"You know him?"
"I've heard of it."
Tang San seemed to have caught something, and sat up with his left hand supporting the bed board.
"He has studied Martial Soul for decades. He may know how to save my eyes, or he may know how to evolve Blue Silver Grass."
At the end of the sentence, Tang San's voice was already trembling. Apart from Yu Xiaogang, he couldn't think of anyone else to go to.
Tang Hao reached out and picked up Clear Sky Hammer at his feet.
"Where is he?"
A few days later.
Notting City Outside the prison, two guards were dozing against the stone wall.
The sound of heavy footsteps came from the end of the long street.
The guard opened his eyes and saw a tall man wearing a ragged cloak walking towards him. He was dragging a huge black hammer in his right hand, and the hammer head rubbed against the ground, leaving a deep crack.
"Stop!"
A guard holds a spear.
"This is the Notting City prison, no one can get close to it!"
Tang Hao didn't stop.
Just as the guard was preparing to warn, the black giant hammer had already left the ground.
Boom!
The whole prison shook violently.
The two gates flew inward and smashed into the courtyard together with the door bolts behind them. Several jailers who rushed over after hearing the sound were knocked out by the waves of air before they could see the person clearly.
"Enemy attack!"
"Go and notify Spirit Hall!"
There were chaotic shouts.
Tang Hao stepped across the door panel, and nine Soul Ring rose up from his feet one by one.
The long knife in one of the jailer's hands fell to the ground.
"Seal...Titled Douluo..."
Tang Hao didn't even look at him.
"Where is Yu Xiaogang locked up?"
No one answered.
Clear Sky Hammer fell heavily on the bluestone ground.
Spider web-like cracks spread around, the entire row of cells shook, and dust continued to fall from the roof.
A jailer's legs felt weak and he raised his hand to point to the innermost part.
"Dungeon... innermost..."
Tang Hao walked in the direction he pointed.
Along the way, the iron gates exploded one after another under Clear Sky Hammer, and nothing could stop him even half a step.
Deep in the dungeon, Yu Xiaogang huddled on a pile of moldy straw.
His hair was already in strands, his right hand was weirdly twisted, and there was almost no feeling below the wrist. After the Dantian and meridians were abolished, he could not even summon Luo Sanpao normally, and his whole body was so thin that there was only a handful of bones left.
The loud noise outside made him raise his head with difficulty, and looked at the cell door with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Bang!
The iron lock exploded into pieces.
Tang Hao stood outside the door, looking down at the man on the straw.
"Are you Yu Xiaogang?"
Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled.
"Who are you?"
"The person who takes you out."
Tang Hao bent down and grabbed the rags on his shoulders, and pulled him up from the straw like a piece of luggage.
Yu Xiaogang groaned in pain, but gritted his teeth and did not struggle.
He didn't know why this man came to save him.
But as long as he could leave here, even if death was waiting for him outside, he didn't want to continue to die in this dungeon.
Tang Hao carried Yu Xiaogang out of the cell door.
A Soul Master who had just arrived from outside saw the black giant hammer and the nine Soul Ring that had not yet dispersed at Tang Hao's feet. The blood on his face instantly faded.
"Clear Sky Hammer..."
"You are Tang Hao!"
Tang Hao looked back at him.
Soul Master felt like he was hit hard on the chest, his body hit the stone wall, and he fainted on the spot.
A moment later, a loud noise came from outside the prison again.
Tang Hao has disappeared with Yu Xiaogang at the end of the long street.
In the ruined temple outside the city, Tang San heard footsteps and immediately sat up from the straw mat.
Tang Hao placed a smelly man next to the fire.
The firelight illuminated the thin and deformed face.
Tang San recognized it after just one glance.
"Grandmaster."
Yu Xiaogang trembled all over.
He raised his head and saw the medicine bandage wrapped around Tang San's head, and also saw the left eye filled with only hatred.
"Tang San?"
Tang San crawled in front of him, as if he didn't smell the rotten smell on his body at all.
"Grandmaster, my right eye was disabled by Poison Douluo. My First Soul Ring is only a ten-year white ring."
"You have studied Martial Soul for so many years, there must be a way, right?"
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth.
His eyes moved away from Tang San's face and fell on Clear Sky Hammer at Tang Hao's hand.
After a while, Yu Xiaogang slowly straightened his rickety back, and his face reappeared with a look that belonged to Grandmaster.
"Mistress, we need to slowly figure out a solution for the eyes issue."
"As for Blue Silver Grass..."
He paused for a moment, his voice hoarse.
"Take me to Flender."
"As long as we Golden Iron Triangle get back together, I can find a new path for you."