Douluo: The Peerless King Dong'er's Restarted Life

Chapter 389 Master: What? I'm a murderer?
"What's going on!" a somewhat hoarse voice rang out.

Old Jack didn't dare to respond at all and walked even faster, while Tang San subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

He was a middle-aged man who was somewhat thin, around forty or fifty years old, with an ordinary appearance and a somewhat decadent demeanor.

"Sir, please wait a moment." The man quickly stepped forward and stopped Old Jack and Tang San.

Unexpectedly, Old Jack suddenly pushed Tang San aside and roared, "Run, Little San! Grandpa will hold him off for you!"

Middle-aged man: ?
What is this mess?

Tang San was also a little stunned, not knowing what Old Jack wanted to do.

"Run!" Old Jack shouted at Tang San as he blocked the middle-aged man's path.

Then, he looked at the middle-aged man and said, "It's you!"

"You killed him and are trying to frame this old man, aren't you!"

"You damned beast!"

Middle-aged man: ? ?

What? He's a murderer? And he's trying to frame this old man?

What is this all about?
But after glancing at Tang San, he suppressed his temper.

The moment he saw Tang San, he felt that this child was destined to be with him.

"Grandpa, don't worry."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he released his two yellow spirit rings.

The aura of a Great Soul Master erupted, and Old Jack was instantly knocked back like a candle in the wind.

Tang San's gaze immediately froze.

The doorman was just an ordinary person, but this hideous middle-aged man actually tried to use his Soul Master strength to coerce Old Jack?
There is a way to die!

Tang San subtly raised his left hand, ready to shoot the hidden arrow toward the middle-aged man's throat should the man make any further moves.

The middle-aged man was completely unaware that he had been targeted by Tang San, who seemed to have a connection with him. He simply released his Great Soul Master aura and then withdrew it.

"Old man, you see, I am a Great Soul Master. Why would I need to frame you to deal with an ordinary person?"

Despite his fear, Old Jack still stubbornly asked, "What happened to the Great Soul Master?"

"Aren't the high-ranking officials in the Spirit Hall in charge of Soul Masters like you who kill people?"

"I'm warning you, you'd better turn yourself in to the Spirit Hall right now!"

As he spoke, Old Jack secretly glanced behind him and was surprised to find that Tang San had not left yet.

He dragged this out for so long just so that Tang San could escape. What was Tang San doing?
When the middle-aged man heard Old Jack mention that the Spirit Hall was in charge of him, his expression darkened.

But he couldn't actually kill old Jack in the street.

He didn't actually kill the doorman; Old Jack just pinned the blame on him.

If we were to kill Old Jack as well, then it would truly be a disaster.

“Sir, I am a teacher at Notting College. You can ask the other students at the college; they all know me.”

"Tell me, how could I possibly kill the gatekeeper of our academy?"

"Huh?" Old Jack looked at the Notting College sign and then at the middle-aged man.

Just then, a voice came from inside the academy gate.

"What's going on? Master? You're here too?"

A figure strode out of the academy, first checking on the young gatekeeper, then looking at the middle-aged man known as "Master" with a grim expression.

"Master, what did you see? Why did he die? This is someone challenging the prestige of Notting Academy!" Seeing him appear, the master breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly, "I don't know either. He was already dead before I came here."

"This old man should know something."

Old Jack was trembling like a leaf.

Did he really identify the wrong person?

Is this great soul master really a teacher at Notting Academy?

So who exactly is trying to frame him?
He was just an ordinary old village chief; what was there for the other party to notice?
Having proven his innocence, the master felt a surge of relief, as if he had been constipated for a long time and suddenly his bowels were cleared.

The master said, "Old man, please tell me what just happened?"

Old Jack recounted the entire conflict in detail.

Not long after hearing that Tang San had pushed the gatekeeper down, and that the gatekeeper had suddenly coughed up blood and died with his eyes wide open, the master's eyes flickered slightly.

Old Jack was just a village chief. The fact that he brought this boy named Tang San to Notting Academy to enroll meant that Tang San must be a work-study student from the village who had only recently awakened his martial soul.

It's easy for a Soul Master to kill an ordinary person, but a Soul Warrior who hasn't obtained a Soul Ring is at most a little stronger than an ordinary person.

Moreover, it's someone like Tang San.

It seems that someone is indeed trying to frame someone.

However, after causing such a commotion, the other party may have already fled, making it impossible to trace their origins.

“Alright, I understand the situation,” the master said. “Notting Academy will continue to investigate this matter.”

The teacher standing nearby secretly pursed his lips.

Our Nottingham College? This dean's friend has really been staying here a long time and is getting quite rude.

He keeps saying he's not from Notting College, but when something happens, he immediately drags Notting College into the fray.

I really don't know why the dean treats him like an honored guest and a friend.

Recalling the strange sense of destiny he felt when he first saw Tang San, the master asked, almost as if possessed, "Old man, could you prove to me that Tang San has awakened his martial soul?"

Old Jack could tell that the master was of high status and was even addressed as "master," so he immediately knew that this was an important person and quickly handed over Tang San's martial soul awakening certificate.

The master took the Martial Soul Awakening Certificate, glanced at it, and immediately froze.

"A Blue Silver Grass martial soul with innate full soul power?"

Old Jack, thinking the master didn't believe him either, immediately said, "Master, this is a certificate issued by the Spirit Hall, there's no mistake. Look, there's even the Spirit Hall's seal on it!"

"I have no doubts about you." The master came to his senses. "Leave Tang San to me to take into the academy. Old man, you can go back with peace of mind."

"Oh, okay, thank you, Master, thank you, Master." Old Jack quickly bowed and thanked him.

"Xiao San, you should go in with this master. You must be obedient in the academy."

Tang San nodded.

No matter how hard these people investigate, they will never be able to trace it back to him.

But this person is called a master?

Tang San recalled the words spoken by the self who claimed to be a future god.

Could this master be his future teacher?

Upon closer inspection, the master's appearance is merely ordinary; his mouth is a bit large and his lips are a bit thick, far from being repulsive.

He had only used his Soul Master strength to calm Old Jack down, which was clearly different from the condescending doorman.

(End of this chapter)