I don't have soul skills, I can kill Douluo

On the west side of Holy Soul Village, three adobe houses stood in the distance, and the sound of clanging sounds echoed in the air.

Lin Manshan carried a lunch box in one hand and a wine jar in the other, following Old Jack.

"Little San?" Looking at Tang San who was hammering the iron in front of the house, Old Jack suddenly had a look of embarrassment on his face and walked closer with a cane, "Little San, why are you working? Your dad Woolen cloth?"

After saying that, he turned around and shouted into the house, "Tang Hao! Tang Hao!"

"Why are you making noise? It's disturbing the peace." A slightly angry voice came from inside the house, and then the door curtain was lifted, and a strong man with a slovenly beard walked out.

"Tang Hao, what's the matter with you? How can you be such a father? My mistress is only six years old, how can you let him do such heavy work?" Old Jack glared, raised his neck, and became angry on the spot.

"This is my son. I can do whatever I want. You don't need to worry about it." From the corner of his eye, Tang Hao glanced at Lin Manshan and his belongings beside Old Jack. "Why, you still want to persuade me?" His tone was not polite at all.

"You, cough!" Old Jack was shaking with anger and couldn't help but cough lightly.

"Grandpa, please calm down." Lin Manshan quickly comforted him.

"Tang Hao, I'm not as knowledgeable as you." Old Jack stroked his chest and glanced at Tang Hao in disgust, then turned to look at Tang San who had already put down the hammer and walked forward, his face regained its peace, "Xiao San, come here, grandpa I brought you delicious food to celebrate your martial soul’s awakening of soul power and your destiny to become a great soul master and bring glory to the village.”

"Haha, bringing glory to the village, this is your goal, right?" Tang Hao said lightly: "But, I haven't agreed that Xiao San should go to Notting College. Who will cook for me after he leaves? If nothing happens, you can go now."

"Tang Hao!" The anger in Old Jack's heart was ignited again, and he turned to glare at Tang Hao, "It doesn't matter if you want to continue to be decadent and become a useless person, but don't harm Xiao San. If you don't become a soul master, you won't become a soul master in the future. Are you being bullied by those aristocratic men? Don’t you have to marry a wife or have children in the future? If those aristocratic men come over and take a fancy to your son’s wife or your granddaughter, will you just watch it? Are they being kidnapped and bullied?"

"That's enough!" Tang Hao shouted loudly with a cold light flashing in his eyes as if he had been poked into a painful spot.

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. Get out of here!"

Seeing that his only relative turned blue after being scolded, Tang San's expression suddenly turned cold and his tone was calm.

"Grandpa Jack, since my father won't let me become a soul master, then I won't be a soul master. If there's nothing else, please leave."

"Little San." Old Jack was stunned for a moment, feeling an inexplicable lump in his heart. Then his face darkened slightly, and he turned to look at Lin Manshan, "Xiao Wu, put your things down, let's go home." After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Manshan again. Tang Hao said sincerely.

"Tang Hao, when I was young, I saw with my own eyes the servants of nobles leading people to the villages to abduct beautiful girls. I heard that those girls were eventually sold to other big cities and have not been heard from since. Tang Hao , even if you don’t think about yourself, you should think more about your mistress.”

"Although my Xiaowu is not good enough and his innate soul power is not as good as that of Xiaosan, at least if he works hard, I believe he will definitely become a soul master in the future and protect our village from being bullied. So, old man, I can't take advantage of you. I That’s all there is to say, think about it yourself.”

After Lin Manshan put the things aside in the open space, Old Jack turned to look at Tang San again.

"Mistress, I will keep the food and wine. You two will have a good meal tonight. I will come back tomorrow to collect the food boxes."

After saying that, Tang Hao and his son turned around and left without waiting for anything to say.

Lin Manshan quickly followed Old Jack. When he was far away, he looked back at the adobe house, clenched his fists, and his eyes flickered.

Not long after, the two returned to their residence and had an unpleasant dinner.

After dinner, Lin Manshan returned to the room, sat on the bedside, and immediately punched the edge of the bed, swearing.

"Fuck, Tang Hao and Tang San, these two fools, they really treat each other like donkeys with good intentions."

"It's not too late, let's practice soul power first." If you don't have the strength, you can't do anything. Lin Manshan knows this truth very well.

Two hours later, Lin Manshan slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of joy on his face, "After my first attempt, my body seems to have adapted. I am not as sore as before, and I can practice longer." ."

After clenching his fists and feeling his obviously more powerful body, Lin Manshan smiled and fell backwards.

He moved to a comfortable position and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Lin Manshan got up early and went out. It was mid-February, and swallows and magpies were already appearing in the fields. With simple bird-catching tools and plenty of patience, he successfully captured a magpie, and then found another one in the house. A spider.

In the bedroom, Lin Manshan placed the bamboo tube containing the spider on the table, slowly stretched out his right hand and placed it in the opening.

Shen Xin activated his soul power, and suddenly a faint green aura rushed towards the spider.

As the spider's eight limbs kicked around, a faint feeling of struggle entered his mind, and then images kept flashing by.

Spinning silk and weaving webs, waiting, shaking spider webs, tying prey, and eating, that's all the scenes go back and forth, and it doesn't take long.

"The memory of spiders is really short, and it's really disgusting." Seeing spiders eating flies and mosquitoes from a first-person perspective gave Lin Manshan a chill in his heart. "But it's a good thing it's not devouring souls, otherwise I would have to experience the feeling of a spider eating."

"That must feel uncomfortable." Lin Manshan trembled all over and withdrew his right hand.

It is obviously very easy to control such a small animal, which is not even a soul beast.

Looking at the spider in the bamboo tube, Lin Manshan's consciousness suddenly moved. The spider immediately moved in the direction he wanted. His consciousness sank a little, and the picture suddenly changed in front of his eyes. He saw the bamboo tube wall from the spider's perspective, but the picture was also a human visual color. .

"It's quite interesting." Lin Manshan marveled, "I just don't know how much this spider's memory has been improved with the blessing of soul power. If the retention time is still as short as before, then we can only watch it in real time."

The injection of soul and soul power is not only to control the creature, but also to greatly improve the memory ability of the creature so that it can be read at any time. After all, no one is willing to squat in one place all the time to watch live broadcasts, it would be a waste of time.

Moving the bamboo tube aside, Lin Manshan pulled the magpie bird, whose legs were tied with long strings, over.

Holding it in his hand, Lin Manshan immediately focused on separating the soul and injecting soul power. This time, he obviously felt his mind numb. It was obvious that controlling the magpie bird required much more soul and soul power than a spider.

Moreover, the memory fragments that flash through my mind are much longer.