Weapon Master

And just as Tang Huan had expected, after a month had passed, the pearl within the "Nine Sun Divine Caldron" once again revealed the tyrannical power of the sucking. After devouring the power contained within the forty Profound Spirit Ghost Beads, the white bead once again went into hibernation.    

This gave Tang Huan a headache. In another month, the scene from last night would reappear.    

Right now, he only had two Holy-ranked "Magic Source Stone" and more than twenty "Profound Spirit Demon Pearls". Even together, they were not even enough to make one sucking from the white bead.    

However, treasures like the Saint-rank "Magic Source Stone" and "Black Yin Soul Ghost Demon Pearl" were not casually found, and there was no point in being anxious. Tang Huan decided not to think too much about it. Just as dawn arrived, he took the offerings out the door and headed towards the northwest suburbs of Nulang City.    

This time, when he went out, not only was he carrying the little girl, he was also carrying the Little Blue. The two little fellows had been in the smithy for ten days, and had long since been bored out of their minds. Tang Huan could only bring them all along.    

Along with Tang Huan, Tang Xiong and a few hundred other people also set out.    

There was a wide flat land ten li away from the city, surrounded by mountains on three sides. The hills of earth were protruding from the ground. They were densely packed, and the end of them could not be seen at a glance.    

This was the biggest cemetery outside the Nulang City.    

Some of the mounds were overgrown with weeds and overturned tombstones. It was clear that no one had come to worship in years, while others had been cleaned up.    

Between the graves, the roads were crisscrossing.    

Tang Huan followed his memories and went around left and right.    

After about half a quarter of an hour, Tang Huan, who was walking in front of a grave could not help but be stunned.    

Although there were no traces of a recent sacrificial offering, the surface of the mound only had some sparse and tender grass. It was as if the mound had been shoveled once before, but it seemed to be too clean.    

"Could it be that during the time I left Nulang City, Old Fatty came over?" Tang Huan was a little surprised, but he did not think much about it. In a moment of thought, his gaze fell on the tombstone.    

Therefore, the tomb of Ji family, the late parents!    

Child, stand!    

On the tombstone, there was no sign of Tang Huan's name after the word "child". This was because at that time, the young Tang Huan wanted his mother to once again return to the Tang Family, and then bury his mother in grave. After this was done, he would imprint his name onto the grave.    

Furthermore, Tang Huan already knew that he was not related to Tang Tianren or the Tang Family in any way.    

As for "Ji Rumian", it was Tang Huan's mother's name.    

To Tang Huan who was on Earth, Ji Rumian was just a young woman who had never met before. However, after receiving the young man's memories, this woman's beautiful face and voice, was directly branded in the depths of Tang Huan's soul. Not only did it not fade with the passage of time, it had instead become even clearer.    

Before Tang Huan was reborn into this world, he was already thirty years old, and when he died, he was only in his twenties.    

If not for that memory, Tang Huan would never have considered Ji Rumian as his own mother no matter what, but now, this matter was completely logical to him. As time passed, he and that youth had long become one, two, two, and become one.    

However, as Ji Rumian's every frown, smile, and every single action surfaced in his mind, Tang Huan's parents from his previous life also uncontrollably flashed before his eyes.    

Unknowingly, Tang Huan's eyes had already started to moisten.    

After a long while, Tang Huan finally calmed himself down, and inserted the Dragon Phoenix Spear into the ground. He then placed the little girl, and placed the offerings in front of the tombstone one by one and lit up a stick of incense. However, when Tang Huan was serious and prepared to kneel down, the little girl beside him suddenly giggled.    

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Huan frowned, somewhat displeased.    

"There's no one inside. Why are you worshipping a pile of soil?" The little girl curled her lips and said.    

"No one? "What do you mean?" Tang Huan couldn't react for a moment.    

"You don't even understand this, which means this is an empty tomb?" The little girl snorted with her nose wrinkled.    

"Empty tomb, how is that possible?"    

Tang Huan could not help but laugh, how could this be an empty tomb?    

When his mother had died that year, it was clear that he had personally buried her with the help of the old man and the old fatty. Even this mound was slowly being built up by him.    

The scene was still vivid in his mind even after more than ten years had passed.    

How could such a tomb become an empty tomb?    

"Little girl, stop talking nonsense. Don't think that I won't spank you once you recover a little bit!" Tang Huan snorted, and growled in a low voice. Tang Xiong and the rest had stopped tens of metres away, not worrying about being overheard, but it wasn't wrong to be cautious.    

"It's really difficult for a good person to do it!"    

The little girl's face slightly blushed, and said angrily, "Tang Huan, I've already reminded you anyways, if you don't believe me, you can't blame me."    

Hearing her tone and seeing her expression, it did not seem like she was spouting nonsense. Could it be ?    

Tang Huan looked at the little girl suspiciously: "Why do you think this is an empty tomb?" In front of the little girl's chest, Little Blue quietly poked its head out from its cloth bag a little. Its dark blue eyes rolled between Tang Huan and the little girl, as if it was confused.    

"Of course I do."    

The little girl raised her head, seeing that Tang Huan's face had turned black, she explained in a childish voice, "After a person dies, they will all have an aura of death, and even if the bones have disappeared and turned into a pile of dirt, the aura of death will continue to exist for a period of time before dissipating. "The other tombs in the area reeked of death, but your mother's grave reeked of death."    

Tang Huan frowned: "Death aura? Why can't I smell anything? "    

"Do you think anyone can smell this death aura?" The little girl unhappily rolled her eyes at Tang Huan, "As one of the Eight Great Demon King s of Devil Clan, I stayed with her for a long time before I learned how to distinguish the aura of death from her."    

"Xuan Ming Ghost King!"    

"My mother's grave was dug out by someone, and it was dug out within half a year!"    

In that moment, he finally understood why there was only a little bit of green grass in this mound, and why there were scour marks on the surface of the mound. All of this was due to the fact that the grave had been dug out recently.    

After realising this point, Tang Huan's face instantly turned green. He suddenly took a large step forward, and his hands hooked up like a hook, quickly digging through the ground.    

Dust flew, and the mound grew shorter and shorter.    

"Brother Tang Huan, what are you doing?"    

An alarmed and uncertain voice suddenly sounded out, it was Tang Xiong who saw Tang Huan's abnormal movement from afar, and rushed over like a tornado, his rough face had an unconcealable look of astonishment and disbelief, the Tang Huan who came to pay his respects to his mother, actually dug out his mother's grave?