He suddenly found himself speechless, because he saw a large patch of grayish-black spreading upward from the young man's neck. Before long, the grayish-black color had crawled across the young man's entire face.
The young man sat there stiffly, unable to move at all. He could not even make a sound; only his still-rolling eyes revealed endless terror.
"What's going on?" The middle-aged man frowned and suddenly turned toward Jiang Chen. "Little friend, you..."
Before he could finish, Jiang Chen walked over, took hold of the young man's hand, and drew out that tiny trace of Corpse Poison.
In a fit of anger just now, he had injected a thread of Corpse Poison. It would not kill the young man, but it would definitely leave him bedridden for several months.
Even though he had now extracted that thread of Corpse Poison, much of the young man's bodily function had already been damaged. He would need at least a month to recover.
The blackness faded from the young man's face, but his complexion was now pale as paper. Looking at Jiang Chen standing before him, he shrank back in terror.
The middle-aged man was currently holding Tang San's hand, staring at Jiang Chen with an astonished expression as if he were looking at something novel.
"Let's go inside." He smiled at Jiang Chen, then led Tang San in by the hand.
Jiang Chen followed behind them. By now, he was basically certain that this was Master Yu Xiaogang.
He could not exactly say that he liked this character. Besides, his current cultivation had already far surpassed Yu Xiaogang's theories. With a system, did he still need to suck up to Master?
The answer was no. Since Master could not offer him any help, there was no need for him to take