Chapter 325 Schrodinger's Tang San

Tang Hao felt his consciousness withdrawing from the darkness. Light gradually appeared in front of his eyes. His rigid mind was spinning. His vision returned and he saw his grandfather's face.

"Grandpa, am I resurrected?"

Remembering that his previous memory was tortured by Lin Bai, and then he fell into darkness, Tang Hao sensed that his new body was intact, much better than the body that had been injured countless times before, and even some details were exactly the same.

"Well, how do you feel? Tell me how uncomfortable you are."

Tang Chen was not very skilled at resurrecting people for the first time, but he probably wouldn't have such an opportunity in the future.

Thinking of the underworld and Lin Bai, Tang Chen's eyes were complicated, and then he shook his head to dispel the thoughts. At this point, they could no longer be Lin Bai's opponents and could only rely on him to survive. It was better not to cause trouble.

"This is Xiaosan's soul, come and see."

Tang Chen took out Tang San's soul.

Tang Hao frowned immediately after taking a look: "Xiao San is not so mature, how could his soul become like this?"

Tang Chen sighed: "This is exactly what I want to say. His soul does not match his appearance. It is very similar to the legendary rebirth of a dead body. Are you really sure that he is the mistress and your son?"

Tang Hao looked at Tang San's soul in a daze, and all the previous incongruities were magnified.

He has never cried or fussed since he was born. He has been fed rice porridge since he was a child. He has taken the initiative to help him with housework since he could walk. He has been responsible for cooking and chopping firewood since he was five or six years old.

After becoming a soul master, he became even more uncontrollable. He had several powerful self-created soul skills, mysterious hidden weapons, knowledge far beyond his peers, and an attitude of indifference to life...

One after another, each one illustrates Tang San's specialness.

Tang Hao subconsciously ignored all this before, but now that he thinks about it, maybe he has been unwilling to admit deep down in his heart that his son has died a long time ago, and died on that heavy rainy night.

"Back then... Qianxunji and I fought for three days and three nights, and Xiaosan was in my arms the whole time. Nothing happened after that. I thought I protected him very well."

Tang Chen's lips were dry and he found himself speechless.

Tang Chen slowly closed his eyes, looked up at the sky and shook his head.

"Even if a newborn child can withstand three days of hunger, how can it withstand the aftermath of a Titled Douluo battle? You just broke through the Titled Douluo, so how could you have so much extra energy?"

"Grandpa, what should I do?"

Tang Hao was confused.

It would be okay if Tang Chen didn't tell the truth, but once he did, he became worried about gains and losses. He was unwilling to admit that Tang San was his son, and couldn't let go of the relationship they had spent together over the years.

"Do you still recognize him as your son?"

Tang Chen asked back.

"have no idea."

Tang Hao shook his head and looked at Tang Chen in confusion. Tang San had always been very good to him and really regarded him as his father. He could still feel this, and the blood of this body at least belonged to his son, but according to the soul After resurrection, is it really his son's bloodline?

Tang Chen answered him: "The bloodline will not change, I will take the initiative to control it. The main thing is to see what you think. If you are willing to recognize him as your son, I will seal your memory and treat it as if nothing happened. Otherwise, Lin Bai has become the god of death, and we can send him to reincarnation."

This is the best way Tang Chen came up with after thinking about it.

There was light in Tang Hao's eyes again, "Grandpa, seal my memory. I am willing to admit that he is the mistress, and he is my son!"

Escape is shameful, but useful.

Tang Chenyou sighed, "Since it's your decision, I respect your choice."

The bloody divine power knocked Tang Hao unconscious from behind. Tang Chen carefully sealed his resurrected memory, put it aside, and then began to resurrect Tang San.

Tang San's resurrection cannot be based entirely on his soul, otherwise when he is resurrected, he will definitely know that his identity has been exposed, and Tang Chen can't predict what problems will arise.

"Fortunately, the memory of the gods is very powerful. I remember what Xiaosan looked like."

Tang Chen invested many hundred thousand year soul bones, otherwise resurrecting peak Tang San would require too much divine power, and the burden would be too heavy for him.

After the surge of divine power, Tang San was awakened.

Tang Chen and Tang Hao stood aside. Tang San covered his head and stood up: "Great-grandfather, father, am I resurrected?"

When he calls them two, he really treats them as elders.

Tang Chen's face became more complicated and he waved his hand: "Just wake up. Resurrection consumes a lot of divine power. I'm going to take a rest and let your dad explain to you the changes in Douluo Continent."

Maybe we should really consider Lin Bai's suggestion and ask Bo Saixi for another one.

"Father, what happened to great-grandfather?"

Tang Chen asked.

Tang Hao shook his head, "Maybe it's because of Lin Bai. He has now become the King of Gods, the God of Time, Space and Death. The Haotian Sect can no longer afford to offend him. It is normal for my grandfather to feel lonely."

"So that's it, so many things happened after we died."

Tang San's face was pale, and he always felt that his resurrection was not so perfect, as if his current body was too small, but how could that be possible? When he looked inside, his body was exactly the same as before his death.

The two rested for a while and then walked out of the room in the evening. They looked at the bustling Soul Fighting Island. There were many earth-type soul masters building bridge piers. They seemed to be preparing to build a cross-sea bridge. Many other soul masters were assisting. This scene made the two Everyone feels extremely strange.

How could a majestic soul master do such menial tasks?

It was simply an embarrassment to their soul masters!

But look at the newly erected stone tablet on the Douhun Island. Points are earned based on labor, and points are distributed according to labor. Five thousand points can be exchanged for a God-given soul ring, which can obtain a soul skill that is perfect for oneself.

Tang San wanted to go a little. His Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit still lacked a few soul rings. Even if it was a soul ring of a fierce beast, it might not be suitable for him.

There is no such worry for the God-given soul ring.

His Blue Silver Emperor martial spirit has strong vitality, and it must be very useful to help build the bridge.

Sensing Tang San's intention, Tang Hao moved his lips and nodded: "Go, grandfather's resurrection cost us a lot of divine power, so don't bother him with these things. If we can solve them ourselves, we can solve them ourselves."

He also decided to help, at least to let Tang San break through the peerless Douluo as soon as possible. Taking advantage of the rapid development stage of Douluo Continent, maybe Tang San's talent can obtain a god position.

"Okay, father."

With someone accompanying him, Tang San decisively discarded his useless self-esteem. He has always been like this. He is a pragmatist. Face is worthless. Getting benefits is the best outcome.

The two of them signed up for the work together. The father and son were connected and cooperated well. They soon devoted themselves to the construction of the cross-sea bridge. The huge vines of the Blue Silver Emperor were extremely tough and it was very convenient to transport construction materials. The points they obtained every day were considerable, and it was just around the corner to exchange them for God-given soul rings.