Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Chapter 2 After Parents' Death

That morning, Yu Xiaohui, at the request of Village Elder Tom, delivered some farm tools to the neighboring Holy Soul Village for repair.

Recently, the blacksmith in Wanghun Village suddenly left due to some business, and many villagers' farm tools have become damaged due to long-term use and need to be repaired.

I heard that a drunken blacksmith has recently come to the neighboring Holy Soul Village. Although he likes to drink, he is quite good at crafting things and is quite famous in several nearby villages.

Ultimately, the village elder, Tom, organized Yu Xiaohui and a few others to take a horse-drawn cart to the neighboring Holy Soul Village for repairs.

But when the group returned, a giant hammer fell from the sky, killing several villagers who were transporting farm tools instantly. Yu Xiaohui was crushed to death before he could even activate his martial spirit.

When the village chief came to deliver the news, Yang Yulan, the mother, collapsed to the ground, while Yang Ping'an felt dizzy and disoriented. He never imagined that his father, who loved him so much, would suddenly suffer such a terrible blow.

When Yang Yulan and Yang Ping'an arrived at the scene, they were completely stunned.

All that remained at the scene was a large crater containing several very indistinct bodies, more like fragments than corpses.

Although the shape of the body could still be barely seen, the whole person seemed to have turned into a puddle of flesh, with only the coarse linen clothing on the surface indicating that it was a person.

Yang Yulan was trembling all over. Only by touching the corner of the clothes she had sewn herself in the pit could she confirm that her husband was dead.

Yang Yulan gently stroked the hem of her dress with both hands. The familiar stitches were still there. She fainted instantly.

Yang Ping'an, supporting his mother, thought of his father's love for him and how his father personally taught him martial arts. His face became extremely ferocious, and two lines of tears streamed down his face.

Village elder Tom immediately reported the incident to the authorities, but after the officials arrived and investigated the scene for a long time, they could not find any useful clues other than the large pit and the corpse. They only knew that it was probably caused by an extremely powerful Soul Master.

With the help of many villagers, Yang Yulan and Yang Ping'an finally buried Yu Xiaohui on the back mountain.

Others may not know who the murderer is, but Yang Ping'an knows very well that the only person who could cause such harm and has a motive is probably Tang Hao.

Tang Hao hid in Holy Soul Village with his son, disguised as an alcoholic blacksmith. However, the Spirit Hall's pursuit of him did not stop at all, and was even more urgent and serious now.

As for his father, Yu Xiaohui, who was a steward of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, he probably had seen Tang Hao's face before. In order to hide his whereabouts, Tang Hao did not hesitate to ambush and kill him on the way.

Tang Hao is now a titled Douluo, so killing an ordinary Soul Emperor would be too easy for him. Rather than moving his base and hiding, he might as well just silence him. No one would ever guess that the murderer was this alcoholic blacksmith.

But I am just a four-year-old child, practically powerless, and haven't even learned all the characters yet. How could I possibly deal with Tang Hao, a titled Douluo?

The biggest problem facing me now is how to survive, how to live, and how to awaken my martial spirit to avenge myself in the future.

Since her father's accident, her mother, Yang Yulan, has fallen ill. As an ordinary person, hearing this devastating news felt like the sky had fallen.

The doctor who came only said that Yang Yulan's mind and spirit were damaged due to excessive worry, and that she probably didn't have much time left.

Despite seeking treatment from various doctors and spending a considerable amount of money, the condition only lasted three months before Yang Yulan, the mother, seemed to be on her deathbed.

That night, Yang Yulan, lying in her hospital bed, looked at Yang Ping'an's thin figure, who had been busy for several months and seemed to have become even more haggard.

Yang Yulan was almost lifeless. She looked at Yang Ping'an with a pained expression and used all her strength to say, "Ping'an, I'm afraid I'm not going to make it. You must grow up well and live a peaceful life, get married and have children."

Yang Ping'an looked extremely haggard: "Mom, you'll get better. Believe me, I will cure you."

With tears welling in her eyes, Yang Yulan shook her head: "I know my own body better than anyone else. I'm just worried about how you'll live in the future. You're only four years old."

Yang Ping'an was also in tears, but he still spoke with a resolute expression: "Mom, don't worry, I will live well, and I will avenge Dad."

Yang Yulan's voice became increasingly hoarse: "Ping An, I know you've always had your own ideas and ambitions since you were little, but don't think about revenge anymore. The enemy is probably more powerful than you imagine."

"Don't think too much about it. Besides the money in the house, there's a small box under the floor tiles at the foot of the bed. The contents inside will help you grow up safely, but you must never show it off easily. Exposing your wealth can easily bring disaster."

Yang Ping'an said with a serious face, "Mom, don't worry, I know what to do. I will do everything I can to survive."

Yang Yulan took one last look at her son, seemingly filled with endless worry, before finally closing her eyes.

Yang Ping'an, with tears streaming down his face, clenched his fists, and even bit his teeth until they bled, quietly looked at his deceased mother.

From this day forward, I will have no family left, only hatred.

Over the next few days, under the guidance of village elder Tom and with the help of some villagers, Yang Ping'an buried his mother, placing her alongside his father.

However, right after the funeral, Yang Ping'an invited Old Tom, the village elder, and several other elderly people from the village.

Everyone looked at the young Yang Ping'an with great pity and concern for his future growth.

It must be said that no matter where you go, ordinary villagers are relatively simple and honest, but Yang Ping'an also understands that there are absolutely no completely simple and honest people in this world, and that interests are everything.

Yang Ping'an bowed three times to old Tom: "Thank you, Grandpa Tom, for helping with my mother's burial. I have a few things to ask you to help me with next."

Old Tom also looked quite sad: "Ping An, just tell us what's wrong. We've watched you grow up."

Yang Ping'an took out a small bag from his person, placed it directly on the table and opened it. Inside were thirteen gold coins, which was all of Yang Ping'an's assets on the surface.

Yang Ping'an bowed to Old Tom again: "Grandpa Tom, this is all our family's property. I would like to ask you to help me keep it safe. This is what I will use for school and life in the future."

Many of the simple and honest villagers looked at the gold soul coins on the table with a hint of greed. For them, this was a considerable fortune. One gold soul coin was enough for a family of three to cover their normal expenses for several months, and more than ten gold soul coins were an enormous fortune for ordinary people.

Old Tom looked worried: "Ping An, what are you doing? Keep it for yourself. How will you live without this money?"

Yang Ping'an shook his head: "Grandpa Tom, I'm too young right now. Please keep this safe for me. I'll ask you for help if I really need it in the future."

Although Yang Ping'an was young, he had already secretly observed the villagers. Old Tom had been the village chief for so long, so he naturally had a certain prestige in the village, and could even be said to have a certain level of shrewdness and power. Rather than having these gold soul coins in his hands and being coveted by others, he might as well hand them all over and deal with the future later.

Moreover, there is still some food at home, and a grown adult's mind will not starve.

As for Old Tom, given his reputation in the village, he wouldn't risk his life for those gold soul coins.

(End of this chapter)