Flender... Was in Mortal Danger!
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was filled with the thrill of the impending killing and the rewards of the Godly Trial, and he didn't care about Tang San's attitude at all.
He even forgot about the wound on his forehead, and hastily wiped his face with his dirty sleeve, which only made the bloodstains spread even wider.
He gave Tang San a smile that he thought was one of deep gratitude, but was actually twisted and strange. Then, he rushed out of Tang San's dormitory with great eagerness, almost using both hands and feet, and ran outside. His figure was unsteady but carried a strange sense of excitement.
Yu Xiaogang hurriedly closed the door with a muffled thud.
The room fell silent instantly. Only the lingering smells of blood and sweat remained in the air, along with a faint burning sensation from Yu Xiaogang's violent energy, which carried the scent of sulfur.
Tang San stood there, motionless for Jiujiu. He slowly raised the arm that Yu Xiaogang had just grabbed, looking at the dirty finger marks and a little bloodstain left on the sleeve.
His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only a deep, icy coldness.
He lightly dusted off his sleeves, as if trying to brush away some filth.
The light of the Purple Demon Eye flowed Youyou deep within its depths.
' Nine-Infant Powder... colorless and odorless... takes effect in one minute... confusion lasts three minutes...'
'Dean Flender... Spirit Saint...'
'Yu Xiaogang... that abnormal power... killing intent...'
All the clues, like cold chains, instantly and clearly connected in Tang San's mind!
Yu Xiaogang wasn't doing this to protect himself at all!
He's going to kill someone!
The Nine-Infant Powder he gave Flender was a carefully prepared stepping stone to his death!
Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted into a cold dot.
A chill ran up my spine.
He underestimated Yu Xiaogang's madness!
He originally thought that Yu Xiaogang was within his control Gust.
Even if Yu Xiaogang were to desperately poison Flender, given his cultivation level, the Nine-Infant Powder would at most cause Flender to faint for a moment. Flender's powerful Soul Power and physique would be enough to withstand it, and he himself could detoxify in time.
This would both teach Yu Xiaogang a lesson and completely sever ties, while also leaving Flender with the helpless image of someone who "thought of old feelings but was powerless to stop it."
Flender... is in mortal danger!
He himself handed the poison to the murderer who killed Flender!
Although Flender's humiliation of Yu Xiaogang was understandable, and although Shrek was disgraced because of Yu Xiaogang, and Flender had also Frustration on him... Flender was, after all, the dean of Shrek Academy, the nominal mentor of the Seven Devils, and had once protected him.
If he truly dies because of this, and the cause of death is directly related to the poison he provided... then the consequences...
Tang San's forehead instantly broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat.
He had calculated many things, but he hadn't anticipated that Yu Xiaogang would obtain such a strange and powerful external force! One wrong step led to another!
He turned abruptly, rushed to the window, and his gaze swept like lightning in the direction where Yu Xiaogang had disappeared.
Where can you find any trace of that gaunt figure?
As night fell and the college lights dimmed, Yu Xiaogang vanished without a trace, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
Tang San took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
On second thought, that doesn't seem right either; am I overthinking things?
How could Yu Xiaogang possibly kill Flender!
Did they intend to kill Flender with Luo Sanpao's farts?
Tang San laughed when he thought of this!
After leaving Tang San's hut, Yu Xiaogang was like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins; his heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost as if it would jump out.
He clutched the cold porcelain bottle tightly to the inside of his chest pocket, feeling the unparalleled sense of "security" and "power" it brought.
'It's done! The first step is complete! God of Wrath, bless me!'
He no longer concealed the ecstasy and bloodlust in his eyes, greedily licking his chapped lips.
The pain from the wound on his forehead now seemed like a medal of victory.
He quickly determined his direction, his goal clear—to leave the college area and head to the market outside.
It was getting late, but the street stalls had not yet completely packed up.
With the few Copper Soul Coin he had left, which Flender had given him as a handout, Yu Xiaogang bought the cheapest, low-quality ale and a few greasy cooked dishes from several different stalls.
Half a roast chicken, a packet of braised tofu, and a few hard flatbreads.
The portion was just enough for two people to barely have one meal.
He carried his things, walking quickly but casually turning into a dark alley.
After confirming that no one was around, he tremblingly took out the small black porcelain bottle.
Pulling out the cork released a barely Frisk aroma with a slightly bitter almond scent, which was instantly masked by the musty smell in the alley.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he pointed the bottle at the braised tofu that looked the worst and whose flavor was the easiest to mask.
The bottle was tilted, and the powder inside, like slippery black sand, silently dissolved into the greasy tofu.
Yu Xiaogang carefully stirred the powder with his fingers a few times to distribute it more evenly.
After doing all this, he quickly stuffed the cork back in, hid the empty bottle in the innermost layer, and then casually tidied up the oil paper package, his face once again displaying that miserable, fearful, and slightly ingratiating expression.
They went straight to Flender's room.
The thumping sound was exceptionally clear in the silent corridor, carrying a heart-pounding urgency and a hypocritical humility.
"Dean... Boss Fu... it's me, Brock..."
Yu Xiaogang's voice was deliberately tearful and trembling, like a child begging for forgiveness after doing something wrong.
"I know I was wrong... I really know I was wrong... Please... please, for the sake of... all these years of friendship... give me another chance... I... I bought some food and drinks... to apologize to you..."
Flender's room, with its heavy wooden door, blocked out the silence of the corridor, but it couldn't block out the incessant "thump-thump" sound from outside, like a leech clinging to a bone.
Each strike felt like a blunt object hitting Flender's taut nerves, making his already gloomy mood even more irritable.
"Roll!"
Flender growled, his voice echoing in the room with suppressed anger.
He scratched his head in frustration, Four-Eyed Owl sharp eyes now bloodshot and filled with impatience.
Does he lack those few drinks and snacks?
However, the sounds outside the door did not stop; instead, they took on a mournful, weeping tone.
"Dean... Boss Fu... it's me, Brock... I know I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..."
Flender suddenly stood up, his Spirit Saint- level Soul Power overflowing uncontrollably from his body, making the papers on the table rustle loudly.
He really wanted to kick the door open and throw this useless bastard who had disgraced Shrek Academy out of Heaven Dou City!
Yu Xiaogang's hypocrisy, cowardice, and incompetence had long since exhausted the last bit of friendship he had for his classmates, leaving only endless contempt and Frustration.