Douluo: Master Yao Chen

Chapter 28 Holy Soul Village, I’m Back
"Teacher, can this person be saved?"

Looking at the man lying in the blue silver grass, Tang Yin squatted on the ground, his eyes lingering on his face with blood coming out of all seven orifices, expressing doubt.

Yao Chen in the ring separated a wisp of mental power to observe the situation outside. He gave a fair evaluation, "The poison has entered his lungs. You must clear the toxins from your body. Otherwise, with your limited healing power, you can only keep him alive."

Hearing this, Tang Yin decisively spread out her hands, looking helpless.

Then he poked Zhao Lei's face, which was deeply poisoned, and said with a particularly regretful tone, "Look, although from what I heard from the two of you, you may be a good person, but you have been poisoned too deeply, and I can't save you. It's not that I don't want to save you!"

"But, when you die, I will collect your body, which will be considered a favor."

"If there is an afterlife, remember to work like a slave for me, as a way of repaying my kindness in this life."

Yao Chen: “…….”

Tang Yin's voice sounded childish and cute, but when it fell into Yao Chen's ears, it actually silenced this knowledgeable man.

It would be fine if this kid didn't show his excellent quality of doing good without expecting anything in return, but he actually wanted others to repay him, and asked them to repay him in the next life if they couldn't repay him in this life.

Okay, okay, you really don’t want to suffer any loss!
Just when Yao Chen was about to speak up and say that it was not actually that difficult to save this person, Tang Yin had already moved in front of the snake-tailed man he had seen earlier, stretched out his hand, and began to feel around his body.

The more he touched, the more Tang Yin's face fell, "What kind of pauper is this? He doesn't even have a copper soul coin on him!"

"You are quite brave, aren't you afraid?"

Seeing that Tang Yin was not afraid of the dead but was jubilant and had learned the skill of touching corpses without any instruction, Yao Chen finally remembered the true nature of this little kid Tang Yin.

When he was in Shenghun Village, Tang Yin was a top-notch expert at picking mushrooms and finding spring bamboo shoots, thanks to his spirit of not letting go of any big or small ones.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Tang Yin wiped his hands on the snake-tailed man's clothes in disdain, "I didn't kill him. Even if I become a ghost, I'll go after him for revenge."

Tang Yin pointed at Zhao Lei who was only breathing his last breath and said, "But, if he couldn't beat him as a human, I think it would be tough if he could become a ghost..."

"That's a bunch of twisted ideas," Yao Chen finally emerged from the ring and flicked Tang Yin's forehead with his finger, "but it's not wrong!"

"I was right, teacher, and you hit my head!" Tang Yin complained, covering his head.

Yao Chen ignored him and just looked at the body of the snake-tailed man. "It's not that he is poor, it's just that you have a narrow vision and have never seen anything good, so you can't understand it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray silver button on the chest of the snake-tailed man flew up and floated in front of Yao Chen.

After taking a few glances, Yao Chen handed it to Tang Yin without any interest, "Here, take it and play with it."

Tang Yin took it and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Yao Chen disagreed, "A soul guide is a small object that can store objects. It can be used as long as a trace of soul power is infused into it. However, this should be a lowest-level existence. The things that can be stored are at most three wooden boxes."

As a country boy, Tang Yin instantly burst into a strong enthusiasm for the gray silver button in front of him, and couldn't wait to pour a bit of soul power into it.

Suddenly, Tang Yin's eyes were filled with gold.

Gold coins, lots of gold coins!

"Teacher," Tang Yin stuttered, holding up the silver buckle in his hand.

Yao Chen, who already knew what was inside, said calmly, "A lot, right?"

"okokokok!"

Tang Yin nodded frantically.

"Treasure it well," Yao Chen said with a mysterious expression, "you will need it in many places in the future."

Tang Yin, who was obsessed with money, naturally didn't hear the strangeness of this sentence. He was already staring at Zhao Lei, who was lying dead beside him, with his eyes shining, and took action. Just when Tang Yin was groping hard, Yao Chen suddenly looked into the distance and said, "Let's go, someone is coming."

"Really annoying!"

Hearing this, Tang Yin's face suddenly fell. He was no longer greedy. The soul power flowed in his right leg, and he flew away from here like a nimble bird.

Holy Soul Village

As the sun sets in the west, the setting sun in the distance looks like shiny fresh duck egg yolks, painting the clouds in the sky with rich and brilliant colors.

After a day's work, the villagers of Shenghun Village were carrying their farm tools and returning to the village one after another. A couple was warmly greeting an old man who was walking towards the village entrance with a cane.

"Village Chief, come to my house tonight. I'll ask my wife to cook a few more dishes today, and we'll have a few drinks tonight!"

"No, no," the old man smiled and politely declined, "You've been tired all day, go back and have a meal and rest. I'm done eating, so I'll go for a walk outside to help digest the food."

"Then please be careful, it's getting dark, go back early."

"You are really thoughtful, kid!"

After saying that, the old man walked towards the village entrance with his cane, leaving the couple staring at old Jack's hunched back from afar.

The husband of the couple mentioned casually, "Ever since Tang Yin was taken away by that soul master, Old Jack has been going to the village entrance to check almost every night."

The woman at the side hesitated, but finally said, "Master, do you think Tang Yin can come back? I heard many people in the village secretly saying that Tang Yin might be..."

"Shh!"

Before the woman finished speaking, the man shushed her, signaling her to shut up. He warned her in a low voice, "Don't bother with those gossipy women in the village. No matter whether they are good or bad, they are all matters of soul masters. They are not something ordinary people like us can get involved in. We should just live our lives well."

The woman nodded immediately. "Don't worry, I know. I'll just say it in front of you."

Seeing that there was no one around, the man continued in a low voice, "It doesn't matter whether that little kid Tang Yin comes back or not. We still have a Tang San in our village."

"No matter who becomes a soul master, the taxes paid by our village will not increase, so we can still live like this."

When it comes to Tang San's family, the woman is less cautious and becomes a little more casual, with a hint of disdain in her voice, "Speaking of Tang San, I wonder if the blacksmith Tang was frightened by the last soul beast that entered the village. He was fine before, drinking during the day and working as a blacksmith in the afternoon."

"Now, you drink all day long. I don't know how you can live like this. Old Jack has been there several times but it's no use!"

The man didn't care at all. "Who cares? Even if they died of drunkenness or starvation, they died in their own home. At most, we can bury them in the mountains. It won't take much effort."

At the entrance of the village, Old Jack sighed, looked at the setting red sun in the sky with melancholy eyes, and fell into memories for a moment.

If Tang Yin were here, he would probably point at the sun and say that it was a salted duck egg yolk that could be eaten with two bowls of rice.

He really couldn't eat or sleep well those days, and he just counted the days every day. He finally made it to almost two months, waiting at the village entrance every day.

"grandfather!"

In a trance, Old Jack seemed to hear an extremely familiar voice.

He squinted his eyes and saw a blurry figure jogging towards him.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and the voice in my ears was getting clearer and clearer, "Grandpa!"

In an instant, Old Jack's arms began to tremble and he could no longer hold the cane, which fell to the ground with a thud.

　I will soon be writing about Nottingham College!

　　(Let me give you a sneak peek: Tang Yin will become the God of Medicine!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)