Chapter 183 The Unforeseen Future

"what happened?"

Tang San leaned weakly against the bedside, tremblingly took out a bottle of healing potion, slowly uncorked it and poured it into his mouth.

The slightly cool liquid enters the stomach and invigorates the spirit.

Tang San managed to pick up his energy, sat upright on the bed, and started to use the Xuantian Technique. A little Zhou Tianhou showed confusion on his face, but it didn't look like he was sick.

"With no visible lesions, this unexplained feeling of weakness is more like the legendary art of aversion to victory."

The Tang Sect is located in the middle of Shu and is a killer sect, so it is no stranger to this method.

Tang San turned pale and came up with an idea: "Most overpowering techniques are afraid of strong Yang Qi. Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Spirit should have a similar effect."

He struggled to get up, took out a sword and used it as a crutch, and limped out of the dormitory.

"Tang San, go...what's wrong with you?"

Oscar happened to come back and saw a weak Tang San.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who heard the sound, walked out of the dormitory and walked over, looking at Tang San worriedly.

"Someone is using evil methods to plot against me. Fatty, give me some of your blood."

Tang San was leaning on his sword, feeling weak and weak, visible to the naked eye.

"Is the fat man's blood good? Don't make his evil fire phoenix more evil. Just eat a detoxifying intestine."

Oscar recited the soul spell and made a fragrant detoxification intestine.

Tang San nodded: "Let's try it together. I feel weaker and weaker. I must find a solution as soon as possible."

Oscar didn't waste any time and activated Taotie Sacrifice's talent to detoxify Tang San.

"How much do you want?"

Ma Hongjun gestured with the dagger on his arm, unable to remove it for fear of pain.

"I come!"

Dai Mubai snatched the dagger and accurately drew it on Ma Hongjun's arm, leaving a medium-deep wound. Blood flowed out quickly, and there was a sense of dryness in the air.

"Be good, Fatty, this blood is no worse than some medicines."

Dai Mubai couldn't help but sigh, and then realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, so he hurriedly changed his words: "I haven't used it, I just heard it introduced by others, don't get me wrong."

"Then why are you anxious, Boss Dai?"

Ma Hongjun had endured the pain, but now he almost laughed out loud.

Tang San also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling even more exhausted all of a sudden, "Stop talking, Oscar's detoxifying intestines are not very effective, give me blood."

"Ah, do you want to drink it?"

Ma Hongjun looked awkward and couldn't bear to express his arms.

"Need not."

Tang San replied that he didn't feel anything wrong inside his body. This evil spell should be from the outside in, and he was also afraid that Ma Hongjun's blood would have other effects.

He stretched out his fingers and stuck them on Ma Hongjun's blood, using it as cinnabar dots on his eyebrows, shoulders, and chest.

The strong yang energy dispersed the lingering evil thoughts, and Tang San suddenly felt much better, but it only felt better for a while. After a few breaths, Tang Hao's negative emotions continued to nourish the curse on him.

Tang San's face darkened, he lowered his head and thought, his heart flashing with murderous intent. With this constant stream of negative curses, it wasn't that the other party couldn't kill him, it just made him miserable.

Before he could think of a solution, a familiar yet unfamiliar call sounded: "Xiao San, why is your breath so weak?"

The shadow blocked the setting sun. Tang San suddenly looked up and saw the figure of his father, Tang Hao, whom he had not seen for many years.

Tang San had tears in his eyes and he was in a daze, "Father."

The sudden appearance of the figure startled Dai Mubai and the others. When they heard Tang San's name, they relaxed and then looked at Tang Hao curiously.

Tang Hao was holding the Clear Sky Hammer, and the residual aura from the battle with Chen Xin was still fierce. The three of them felt uncomfortable after staying nearby for a while, and hurriedly moved away.

"Mistress, don't talk. Let me take a look."

Tang Hao held down Tang San's shoulders, inputting mental and soul power into Tang San's body, and turned around completely, but also found no problem.

Tang San felt the warm and rough palms on his shoulders, feeling the sense of reality and closeness in his heart, and felt that the curse on his body was lighter.

But in the next moment, Tang Hao could not find out the reason for Tang San's weakness, and negative emotions arose. Tang San suddenly cried out in pain, his body went limp and lost strength.

With such a close distance, negative emotions were transmitted with almost no loss. Tang San fully experienced the negative emotions of a ninety-sixth level titled Douluo. If it weren't for the dual attributes of soul master and profession, he would have turned into a vegetative state all of a sudden.

It can be considered a throwback to our ancestors, laugh.

Lin Bai turned off the round light technique, and the mirror image of the outside world disappeared. He teleported away from Shrek Academy. When Tang Hao reacted, he would probably go to him and find a suitable place to fight.

"Mistress, are you okay?"

Tang Hao looked worried. Tang San calmed down a little and waved his hand: "Father, I'm fine. It's just that the feeling of weakness suddenly became stronger and all the senses were weakened. I'm fine now."

"Who did it? My father stood up for you and used his blood to wash away the curse for you."

Tang Hao's mood fluctuated, and Tang San immediately knelt down and looked at Tang Hao in shock.

Tang Hao also realized that whenever he was angry, Tang San would suffer.

He has seen a lot in the past two years, but he has never seen such a curse. He was about to rebuke, but thought that he could not be angry. He suppressed his anger and cursed: "What a vicious curse, I know who did it, mistress." , I will find someone to lift the curse for you, can you still persist?"

"It's okay, kid."

Tang San heard that it was his father who had caused him trouble, and he did not blame his father at all. Since he was his father's enemy, he was his enemy, and of course he had to choose to face it together.

"Well, he is indeed my Tang Hao's son."

Tang Hao praised Tang San, hugged Tang San, and rose into the sky.

After he left, Oscar looked puzzled: "Tang Hao, such a familiar name, Boss Dai, have you heard of it?"

There was still a bit of shock on Dai Mubai's face. Hearing Oscar's question, he quickly covered his mouth: "Don't call His Majesty Haotian by his name. I didn't expect that Tang San was the son of Haotian Douluo. No wonder he is like this." genius."

"Haotian Douluo!"

Oscar and Ma Hongjun are not nerds who don't listen to what is going on outside the window. Naturally, they have heard of this famous Titled Douluo in the mainland, and their faces were shocked when they heard this.

"But since Haotian Mian took Tang San away, will Tang San never come back?"

Oscar suddenly thought of the important point.

"That's right! It sounds like Tang San has been cursed by his father's enemy. He will definitely not be able to stay in Shrek Academy any longer. Hey, the teacher will definitely be sad because he lost an outstanding student for no reason. Maybe his good friend will also follow. Leave together."

Ma Hongjun felt sorry for Flender.

"It will most likely be what you said."

Dai Mubai echoed.

Because of the appearance of the dungeon, all the soul masters were busy with leveling up and rarely had time to go to class. Therefore, except for the members within the team, everyone was not very familiar with each other. At this time, except for a little regret and sadness, there was not much sadness about parting.