Chapter 60 The Death of Yu Xiaogang
Article 3 of the General Outline of the Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Record:
Once you've identified your opponent as an enemy, show no mercy if they're determined to die; otherwise, you'll only create more trouble for yourself.
Tang San recalled the teachings from the Tang Sect's "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record" from his previous life, and his eyes instantly turned cold.
"Now that you recognize me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Heartless?"
Yu Xiaogang, as if he'd heard a joke, pointed at Tang San's nose and angrily shouted, "You're just a six-year-old brat, how dare you lecture me?!"
"Farts are like smoke, hypnotizing and sedating Luo Sanpao!"
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang's second spirit ring lit up, and a puff of yellow gas shot out from Luo Sanpao's chubby buttocks, filling the air and having a hypnotic effect.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The mechanism made a loud, sharp, and short burst of noise.
At the same moment Luo Sanpao unleashed his second soul skill, Tang San pulled the trigger of the Zhuge Crossbow in his hand, and sixteen iron arrows shot out from the sky as fast as lightning.
Both Luo Sanpao and Yu Xiaogang were within range.
"Pfft!"
Yu Xiaogang had no time to make any effective dodge or defense, and Luo Sanpao was in a state of stiffness because he released his soul skill.
Yu Xiaogang felt a chill in his chest as blood stained his clothes.
Luo Sanpao let out a mournful cry, his entire body was pinned to the floor by the iron arrow, and he began to become transparent, turning into specks of light and dissipating.
"cough!"
His martial Spirit was damaged, and blood gushed from Yu Xiaogang's open mouth.
He staggered back a few steps, looked down in disbelief, and saw that the iron arrows had pierced his legs, leaving several penetrating wounds.
"You...you..."
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only bright red blood kept gushing out.
A strong sense of regret and absurdity welled up inside me.
He spent his life studying martial Spirit theory and considered himself a master of wisdom, but he never expected to be defeated by a six-year-old child in the end.
"I didn't want to kill you."
"You asked for it yourself, you can't blame anyone else!"
Tang San closed in step by step, the Zhuge Crossbow aimed at Yu Xiaogang's heart again: "You previously said my brother's soul skills were unorthodox and that his business was nonsensical. Now, tell me again?"
"Cough, cough!"
Yu Xiaogang adjusted his posture, leaning against the table leg, his soul power surging within him to suppress the internal injuries caused by the damage to his martial soul.
"I...I'm telling the truth."
"Soul Masters should prioritize cultivation. Tang Chuan's obsession with street trading will inevitably hinder his soul power improvement..."
"Hehe!"
Tang San coldly interrupted him: "Your theory is worthless."
"And my brother's and my path are none of your business. Your words have caused your downfall; you brought this upon yourself!"
As he spoke, Tang San was about to pull the trigger.
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was overcome with fear of death: "You...you can't kill me!"
"I can provide you with resources!"
"I can help you establish yourself in the world of Soul Masters!"
"My father is a Title Douluo, the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. If you kill me, he will not let you get away with it!"
Yu Xiaogang pleaded while threatening, "You and Tang Chuan will both die without a burial place!"
He tried to make a last-ditch effort by leveraging his family background, hoping to intimidate this seemingly young but actually ruthless child.
However, his words were like adding fuel to the fire!
The last trace of hesitation in Tang San's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a resolute killing intent.
"The Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"
Tang San scoffed, his voice filled with disdain: "So what?"
He won't know what happened tonight.
"You'll just be... a missing person!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San pulled the trigger again.
Sixteen crossbow bolts pierced Yu Xiaogang's chest and penetrated his heart.
Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened, his pupils dilated, and blood gushed from his mouth. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only let out a hoarse, leaking sound. Blood quickly spread beneath him.
His head lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing completely.
His eyes dimmed, filled with endless astonishment and resentment, as he disappeared from this world.
Tang San strode forward, cautiously confirming that Yu Xiaogang was completely dead, his brows furrowing slightly.
After the killing, what happens next?
This is Nottingham College, not some desolate wilderness. The corpse of a teacher will surely cause a huge uproar after dawn.
He didn't have the corpse-dissolving powder from the Tang Clan of his previous life, so he couldn't make the corpse disappear completely.
The wounds caused by the crossbow bolts were too distinctive and would be easily traced, so they had to be treated.
Looking around, Tang San's mind raced.
Handling the body on campus is too risky; the body must be moved.
He remembered the blacksmith shop in the west of the city, where there was a furnace, blacksmithing tools, and plenty of ironware, making it the perfect place to destroy the body and cover up the crime.
After thinking it over, Tang San quickly checked his surroundings.
Collect the crossbow bolts from the floor one by one, then use a dagger to smash the hole, making sure no items related to yourself are left behind.
He then forcefully pulled out the crossbow bolt that was stuck in Yu Xiaogang's body.
A little blood splattered out, which he nimbly avoided.
He then quickly searched the room and found an old piece of Yu Xiaogang's clothing. He tore it into strips and professionally used them to tightly bind the arrow wound in Yu's chest, minimizing blood splatter and leakage.
Next, he cleaned up any traces he might have left behind, such as footprints and fingerprints.
Especially the bloodstains on the ground, the footprints in the dust on the windowsill, and the fallen mask—the movements were so practiced that they didn't seem like those of a six-year-old child.
After doing all this.
Tang San then wrapped Yu Xiaogang's body, along with the blood-stained clothes, in a bed sheet and carried it on his shoulder.
Extinguish the oil lamp and lock the door.
He hoisted Yu Xiaogang's body out of the window and, just as he had come, his figure blended into the night. Relying on his familiarity with the streets of Nottingham, he deliberately chose dark and deserted alleys and headed towards the blacksmith's shop.
The blacksmith shop was deserted late at night.
Tang San carried the corpse on his back, took out the key he had previously made, gently opened the door, and dragged the corpse to the largest furnace.
He skillfully added firewood to start the fire, gradually making the flames grow stronger.
Orange flames rose up, bringing a scorching heat that illuminated his tense profile.
Tang San, expressionless, picked up the blacksmith's hammer and smashed Yu Xiaogang's bones with mechanical and efficient movements.
Crack!
Crack!
The sound of bones cracking was incessant.
Once the fire was blazing, Tang San used iron tongs to pick up bits of meat and bones and toss them into the fire little by little. The grease dripped onto the charcoal, making a sizzling sound and emitting a pungent burnt smell.
laugh!
Tang San suppressed the churning in his stomach and kept adding firewood to the furnace to keep the flames burning brightest. His pupils reflected the leaping and dancing flames as he watched Yu Xiaogang carbonize in the high temperature.
In the end, it turned into a pile of charcoal and ashes.
Next, he used an iron shovel to repeatedly turn over the ashes to ensure that no bone fragments remained.
Only after all that remained in the furnace was a patch of grayish-white ash, and after confirming that there were no other traces left, did Tang San begin to clean up the scene.
Use fire tongs to carefully clean the furnace chamber and restore everything to its original state.
He crushed the ashes, mixed them with coal ash, shoveled them into sacks, and planned to take them to the mass grave outside the city to dump them at dawn.
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