Inside a somewhat dilapidated wooden house.
Yu Xiaogang lay on the bed, wailing in agony, while Flender sat beside him with a helpless look on his face.
"Xiaogang! I already checked it for you. It still works. Why won't you believe me?"
"Flender, you're lying. You're still deceiving me!"
Yu Xiaogang roared madly at Flender.
Ever since waking up, he had kept trying to help his brother stand up.
But even now, no matter what method he used, his brother was like a pile of mush, impossible to prop up.
He once again began roaring helplessly at Flender.
"My brother hasn't even been used on 'them' yet, and he's already died young."
"Flender, you bastard, why? Why didn't you kill that Corrupt Soul Master Liu Yanyang?"
Like a vengeful ghost, Yu Xiaogang ignored his still-unhealed injuries and grabbed Flender by the collar, glaring at him with resentment written all over his face.
"Xiaogang, there may be a Titled Douluo behind Liu Yanyang!"
Flender explained earnestly before saying somewhat angrily.
"You shouldn't have accused Liu Yanyang of being a Corrupt Soul Master without any evidence. If the Titled Douluo behind him gets angry, Shrek Academy could be buried alongside you because of one sentence."
Yu Xiaogang staggered back two steps in terror. If there really was a Titled Douluo, forget his little brother—even he might not be able to protect himself.
Flender stepped forward, patted Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, and said helplessly.
"Xiaogang, don't overthink it. Get some rest. I'm leaving first."
After saying that, Flender shook his head and left the wooden house.
Watching Flender's retreating figure disappear, Yu Xiaogang lay weakly on the bed. The resentment in his eyes remained as he cursed Liu Yanyang inwardly.
"Teacher, are you all right? I came to see you!" Tang San's weak voice