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"Don't go! Daddy! Don't abandon me!!"
He waved his hands as if desperately trying to grab something, his voice hoarse and desperate.
Xiaowu was startled by his sudden reaction and rushed over to hug him tightly.
"Third Brother, what's wrong? Wake up! Don't scare me!"
Dai Mubo, Auska, and Ma Hongjun were also startled by the commotion and gathered around.
"What's wrong with him? Is he having a nightmare?" Ma Hongjun asked in surprise.
"puff--!"
Just then, the scoundrel suddenly opened his eyes, but his gaze was empty and blank.
Then he opened his mouth again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splattering all over Xiaowu.
Immediately afterwards, two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks without warning.
"Third Brother, you're spitting blood!"
Xiaowu panicked completely, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Say something to me!"
She shook the little rascal's body desperately, her voice filled with helplessness and panic.
The little rascal's body leaned softly against Xiaowu's chest, his eyes gradually regaining focus.
She then looked down at her chest, reached out, and tightly covered the area.
"I...I don't know..."
His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, filled with incomprehensible pain and confusion.
My heart... hurts so much...
"It hurts……"
"It's like... it's like someone hit my heart hard with a hammer, smashing it to pieces..."
"I...I feel like I've lost something very...very important..."
As he spoke, his tears flowed even more freely.
It was a heart-wrenching pain that came from the depths of one's soul.
It felt empty, as if the whole world had lost all its color in that instant.
"I dreamt about my dad..."
He looked up at Xiaowu, his eyes filled with childlike helplessness and grievance.
"He doesn't want me anymore... He's gone... I can't catch up with him no matter how hard I try..."
"Xiaowu...I miss my dad..."
At this moment, he was no longer the calm, collected, and meticulous scoundrel.
It's like a child who has lost their most important loved one and is completely lost.
He didn't know what had happened; all he knew was that he was so sad, so very sad.
"Will not!"
Xiaowu hugged him tightly, trying to give him some warmth with her own body heat.
"It was just a nightmare! Third Brother, listen to me, it was just a nightmare!"
"How could your father abandon you! He's definitely in Holy Soul Village, waiting for you to finish your studies and come back!"
"It's okay, everything will be alright! I'm here for you! I'll never leave you!"
Xiaowu tried to comfort him incoherently, but she couldn't stop her own tears.
She could clearly feel the little brat in her arms trembling violently.
The deep sorrow emanating from him even affected her, causing her heart to ache as well.
Dai Mubo, Auska, and Ma Hongjun, who were standing nearby, also fell silent as they watched this scene unfold.
They weren't familiar with the scoundrel yet.
But at this moment, seeing the little punk in such a vulnerable and painful state, who wouldn't feel sorry for him?
"Um... Tang San, don't be too sad."
Dai Mubai awkwardly offered his words of comfort.
"Men bleed but don't cry. It's just a nightmare, don't overthink it."
“Yes, yes,” Auska quickly added.
"Your dad must be missing you, that's why you dreamed about him. When you're on vacation, why don't we go back to Holy Soul Village to see him together?"
Ma Hongjun scratched his head and leaned over to say:
"That's right, I'll treat you to sausages then. Let me tell you, my sausages are absolutely the best in the world!"
They tried to comfort their companion, whom they had only recently met, using their own somewhat crude methods.
Although they didn't know that the little scoundrel's deep-seated sorrow was not unfounded.
The connection between bloodlines is the most mysterious thing in the world.
At the very moment Tang Hao died and his life ended.
Even the lowly lad at Slade College, deep down, felt the eternal rift caused by the loss of his loved ones.
Right now, he knows nothing. All he knows is that a corner of his world seems to have collapsed.
The instigator of all this, Su Xin, naturally paid no attention to the tragic drama unfolding in the boys' dormitory.
He had already returned to the academy as if nothing had happened. He was giving his final instructions to Flander and Zhao Wuji.
"Remember what I said today."
He simply left those words behind and walked towards his residence without looking back.
Flander and Zhao Wuji stood there, respectfully watching his retreating figure.
Only when the silver-haired figure completely disappeared into the night did they dare to straighten up.
The two exchanged a glance, and in each other's eyes they saw the relief of surviving a disaster, as well as the deep-seated fear.
“Old Zhao…we…” Flander opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse.
“I understand.” Zhao Wuji sighed and patted his shoulder. “Let’s go back and pretend nothing happened tonight.”
"That's all we can do." Flander gave a wry smile, adjusted his glasses, and turned to walk towards the academy.
However, his steps appeared somewhat unsteady.
Chapter 32 The Mysterious Second Martial Soul! Black Dragon Heaven
After returning to his room, Su Xin casually closed the door.
Then he closed his eyes.
An immense spiritual force, like an invisible and intangible giant net, instantly spread out from his room.
His mental energy meticulously swept over every corner of the village, every inch of land, and every leaf.
Only after confirming that it was absolutely safe and that no one was spying on him did Su Xin finally feel completely at ease.
Then, sitting cross-legged on the bed, he summoned the system panel that was twelve years overdue.
A blue light curtain, visible only to him, slowly unfolded before his eyes.
[Task (1): Join Slake Academy. Task Status: Completed.]
[Mission Reward: The system will help the host awaken their Martial Soul. (To be claimed)]
"Receive the mission reward."
Su Xin silently recited in his heart.
The moment the words left his mouth, the personal panel in front of him changed instantly.
The blue light curtain disappeared, replaced by a huge and magnificent golden lottery wheel.
The roulette wheel was divided into more than a dozen squares, and in each square, the name and phantom of a martial spirit shone.
[Heavenly Hammer], [Seven Killing Sword], [Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex], [Six-Winged Angel], [Nine-Treasure Glass Pagoda]...
Su Xin's gaze swept over these names, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
The list on the roulette wheel encompasses almost all of the top martial souls in the entire Douluo Continent.
Whichever one it is, awakening it would be enough to elevate an ordinary Soul Master to the top in one step.
But for Su Xin, these martial spirits were nothing special.
His Demon Blade Thousand Blades, in terms of attack power, far surpasses the Heavenly Hammer and the Seven Killing Sword.
My gaze finally fell on the top of the roulette wheel, on a square with a chaotic color and no pattern that I could make out.
[Mysterious Martial Soul]
Compared to the top-tier martial souls that are already well-known, Su Xin is more interested in this unknown "mysterious martial soul".
"Start the lottery!"
The roulette wheel spun rapidly, its iridescent light flowing through Su Xin's room as the pointer swept across powerful martial spirits.
For once, Su Xin felt a rare glimmer of anticipation.
Finally, under Su Xin's gaze, the pointer slowed down more and more, and slowly and steadily stopped on the grid that exuded a chaotic color.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn a "Mysterious Martial Soul"!]
[The Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony shall now begin!]
The system's cold, impersonal notification tone had just faded.
An indescribable, terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Su Xin's body!