Dead Dog Yu Xiaogang

"You..."

Beneath the black mask, the mouth full of leaves was just about to say something.

But through his sunglasses, his pupils had already clearly seen the face of the person he had bumped into.

In an instant, Flender froze.

The next moment, his body began trembling uncontrollably.

He even forgot to pull back his hand, still tightly clutching what he held in his palm.

"You, y-you... it's you..."

Fear seized Flender's mind. The torment he had endured during this time, the pain he had suffered day and night, played over and over in his head.

Although everything had been caused by the person before him.

At this moment, however, there was not a trace of hatred in his heart. He did not dare.

He had merely happened to hear a vendor shouting, and upon taking a closer look, discovered that one of the mysterious soul beast's inflicted conditions matched his own symptoms.

He had originally only wanted to learn more, but he had never expected the true culprit behind his condition to be right before his eyes.

Flender was completely terrified. His mouth tried to move, but he trembled so badly that he could not force out a single word.

His entire body shook uncontrollably.

Ning Yao naturally noticed that Flender had already recognized him.

But he did not react much.

Casually picking up a piece of intelligence, he tossed several Gold Soul Coins onto the stall, then turned and glanced at Flender.

Ning Yao smiled faintly.

"We'll meet again."

The instant his words fell, Ning Yao vanished from where he stood.

Without leaving the slightest trace, as though he had never been there.

Only Flender remained where he was, tense and disordered.

By then, Ning Yao had already traveled several kilometers away.

He had no intention of letting Flender come to his senses.

There had been far too many people gathered there just now. If Flender recovered and started going mad, he would probably cause more trouble and waste even more time.

He did not want that to happen, so he chose to leave directly.

As for those final words, they were naturally true as well.

After all, if Flender continued like this, they would meet again sooner or later.

It was just that what Flender would become by then was hard to say.

After putting distance between himself and Flender, Ning Yao reappeared in a small alley.

After carefully straightening his clothes, he finally walked out.

Since he had only been focused on getting away from Flender earlier and had paid no attention to his exact location, he now seemed to have arrived not far from Spirit City's gates.

This was part of the route he had walked with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo yesterday.

It was also where they had encountered Hu Liena and the other two.

Ning Yao did not particularly care. Since he was already here, he did not bother choosing another direction and simply wandered along yesterday's route.

Time flew by, and soon it was afternoon.

Ning Yao returned to the entrance of Pope Hall.

He planned to move out tomorrow. Since he had not specifically looked for an inn today, he would continue resting at Pope Hall for one more night.

However, before he even reached Pope Hall's entrance, he saw from afar a dead-dog-like figure being dragged out of Pope Hall.

He was not the only one. There were already many people nearby, and all several hundred of them witnessed it.

It was a Holy Knight of Spirit Hall, his aura powerful.

Behind him was a middle-aged man with a short crew cut, barely clinging to life.

His clothes were tattered, but there were no obvious wounds. It seemed he had been treated by a healing-type soul master.

However, anyone with eyes could tell that before the healing-type soul master had acted, this crew-cut man must have suffered quite a bit of torture.

Moreover, whether intentionally or not, only his body had been healed.

His entire face above the neck was still swollen like a pig's head.

Blue and purple with bruises, as though they had deliberately left his face untreated.

The moment many of the onlookers saw Yu Xiaogang's face, they could not hold back their laughter.

Not only did the Holy Knight not stop them, he casually grabbed Yu Xiaogang as if lifting a chick and tossed him outside Pope Hall.

It was as though he had not thrown out a person at all, but a piece of trash discarded at will.

"This is what happens to anyone who dares insult the great Pope of Spirit Hall and Spirit Hall's honored guest!"

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

At that moment, waves of discussion rose all around.

Most of them wondered what exactly this man had done to make Spirit Hall treat him this way.

Quite a few people even spat on Yu Xiaogang, believing he must have committed some grave act of disrespect toward the Pope and that honored guest. Otherwise, Spirit Hall would not have openly thrown him out in such a manner.

All sorts of comments could be heard, but not a single person spoke up for Yu Xiaogang.

After all, the Holy Knight had made it very clear. This man had first insulted the Pope and other important figures.

At this moment, Ning Yao was also quietly watching from within the crowd.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground like a dead dog, even he had nearly failed to recognize him.

Compared to the way he had barked furiously in Pope Hall this morning, Yu Xiaogang's face was now no different from a pig's head. He looked like a completely different person.

Even if Flender and Liu Erlong were brought here now, they probably would not recognize him at first glance.

Ning Yao smiled but said nothing.

He did not need to guess to know that this was surely Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's little amusement.

It seemed the two of them had not held a favorable impression of Yu Xiaogang either.

And given Yu Xiaogang's nature, the Holy Knight probably had not fabricated anything. While being punished, he might truly have exposed some of his sordid affairs with Bibi Dong to prove his own dignity and status.

Yet he had no idea that, in Spirit Hall's eyes, such behavior was simply courting death.

If not for Bibi Dong, what healing-type soul master treating his body? Ning Yao reckoned Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo would have killed Yu Xiaogang long ago. He would never have lived to be thrown out and pick up a second chance at life.

After watching for a little while, Ning Yao no longer lingered. With a flash, he vanished from the spot.

When he appeared again, he was already inside Pope Hall.

He did not hide his aura, so Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo arrived before him immediately.

"My lord."

The two cupped their hands and bowed.

"My lord, Ghost Douluo and I have properly dealt with Yu Xiaogang's matter. Rest assured, we will never allow him to appear before you again and act so presumptuously."

Chrysanthemum Douluo said with a smile. It was clear that he was extremely satisfied with his handiwork.

Although Ghost Douluo said nothing beside him, he wore the same sinister smile.

For the past few days, the two had been acting like grandsons before Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu, and Ning Yao. Today, they finally felt like the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo whose names had once shaken the continent again.