Chapter 2 Behind Parents

Chapter 2 Behind Parents
That morning, Yu Xiaohui sent some farm tools to the neighboring Shenghun Village for repair as requested by the village elder, Old Tom.

Recently, the blacksmith of Wanghun Village suddenly left for some business, and many villagers' farm tools were damaged due to long-term use and needed to be repaired.

I heard that a drunkard blacksmith had come to the neighboring Holy Soul Village. Although he liked to drink, he was pretty good at making things and was quite famous in several nearby villages.

Finally, the village elder Tom organized Yu Xiaohui and others to use a horse-drawn carriage to pull all the broken farm tools in the village to the neighboring Shenghun Village for repairs.

But when they came back, a huge hammer fell from the sky, and several villagers who were transporting farm tools died on the spot. Yu Xiaohui was crushed to death before he even had time to activate his martial spirit.

When the village chief came to inform them, his mother Yang Yulan collapsed completely, and Yang Pingan felt dizzy. He could not believe that his father, who loved him so much, would suddenly suffer such bad news.

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

There was only a big pit left at the scene, with several very blurry bodies in the pit. Rather than being called bodies, they were more like blocks of fragments.

Although the shape of the body could still be seen, the whole person seemed to have turned into a pool of meat paste. Only the layer of coarse linen on the surface could still show that this was a human being.

Yang Yulan was shaking all over. She only touched the corner of the clothes she had sewn herself in the pit, and only then could she confirm that it was her husband who died.

Yang Yulan gently stroked the corner of her clothes with her hands. The familiar needle and thread were still on the corner of her clothes. She suddenly fainted.

Yang Ping'an supported his mother, thinking of his father's love for him and how his father had personally taught him kung fu. His face became extremely ferocious and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The village elder, Old Tom, immediately called the police, but after the officials arrived and investigated the scene for a long time, they could not find any useful clues except for the big pit and the corpse. They only knew that this was probably caused by an extremely powerful soul master.

Finally, with the help of many villagers, Yang Yulan and Yang Pingan buried Yu Xiaohui on the back mountain. Of course, the name on the tombstone was Yang Xiaohui.

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

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

And his father Yu Xiaohui, as the deacon of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, must have seen Tang Hao's face before. In order to hide his tracks, Tang Hao did not hesitate to rob and kill him halfway.

Tang Hao is now a Titled Douluo, so it would be too easy for him to kill an ordinary Soul Emperor. Instead of moving his position and hiding, it would be better to kill him directly. I'm afraid no one would have thought that the murderer was this alcoholic blacksmith.

But he was just a four-year-old child now. He was powerless and had not even learned all the characters. How could he possibly deal with Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo?
The biggest problem facing him now was how to survive, how to stay alive, and how to awaken his martial soul to avenge himself in the future?
Ever since my father's accident, my mother Yang Yulan has been ill. As an ordinary person, when she suddenly heard the bad news, it felt as if the sky was falling.

The doctor who was invited just said that Yang Yulan was mentally and physically damaged due to excessive worry, and she might not live long.

Although we hired various doctors for treatment and spent a lot of money, it only lasted for three months, and my mother Yang Yulan seemed to have run out of energy.

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

Yang Yulan had no life left in her body at this time. She just looked at Yang Ping'an with a bit of heartache, and spoke with all her strength: "Ping'an, I'm afraid I can't make it. You must grow up well, live peacefully in the future, and get married and have children."

Yang Ping'an looked very haggard at this time: "Mom, you will definitely get better. Believe me, I will definitely cure you."

Yang Yulan shook her head with tears in her eyes: "I know my own body better than anyone else. I am just worried about how you will live in the future. You are only four years old now." Yang Ping'an also burst into tears at this time, but he still spoke with determination: "Mom, don't worry, I will live well and I will avenge my father."

Yang Yulan's voice became increasingly hoarse: "Ping An, I know you have had your own ideas since you were a child, and you have great ambitions, but don't think about revenge, the enemy may be stronger than you think."

"Don't think too much about it. In addition to the money at home, there is a small box under the floor tiles at the foot of the bed. The things inside can help you grow up safely, but you must never show it easily. Exposing money can easily bring disaster."

Yang Ping'an's face was full of seriousness: "Mom, don't worry, I know what to do, I will definitely try my best to survive."

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

Yang Ping'an was in tears, his hands were clenched into fists, and there was even a trace of blood from his teeth. He looked at his deceased mother quietly.

From now on, I no longer have any relatives, only hatred.

In the next few days, under the auspices of the village elder Tom and with the help of some villagers, Yang Pingan buried his mother together with his father.

However, just after the funeral, Yang Ping'an invited the village elder Tom and several elderly people in the village.

Everyone looked at the young Yang Ping'an, and seemed to feel extremely sympathetic for him. They were also extremely worried about his future growth.

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

Yang Pingan bowed three times to Old Tom: "Thank you, Grandpa Tom, for helping me bury my mother. I need your help with something else."

Old Tom also looked sad: "Ping An, just tell us what's the matter. We watched you grow up too."

Yang Ping'an took out a small bag from his body, placed it directly on the table and opened it. There were thirteen gold coins in it, which was also all the property Yang Ping'an had now.

Yang Pingan bowed to Old Tom again: "Grandpa Tom, this is all our family property. I would like to ask you to keep it for me. This is what I will need for my schooling and living in the future."

Many simple villagers looked at the gold soul coins on the table with a trace of greed in their eyes. For everyone, this was a considerable fortune. You know, one gold soul coin was enough for the normal expenses of a family of three for several months, and these more than ten gold soul coins were a huge fortune for ordinary people.

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

Yang Pingan shook his head: "Grandpa Tom, I'm too young now, please keep it for me. If I really need it in the future, I will come to you then."

In fact, although Yang Ping'an is young, he has been secretly observing everyone in the village. Old Tom has been the village chief for so long, so he naturally has a certain prestige in the village. It can even be said that he has a certain degree of scheming and power. Instead of letting others covet these gold soul coins in his hands, it is better to hand them all over. As for the future, they can talk about it later.

Moreover, there is enough food at home, so the adult's mind will not starve to death.

As for Old Tom, given his reputation in the village, he would not kill himself for these gold soul coins.

(End of this chapter)