Douluo Continent: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? A Soul Beast Pagoda!

Chapter 41 Yu Xiaogang's Barbecue

"ah--!!"

Flames instantly engulfed Yu Xiaogang's entire body!

The black robe was set on fire, the hair emitted a burnt smell, and a burning pain shot through the skin!

He frantically jumped up from the chair, patting the flames off his body, and grabbed a book from the table, trying to extinguish the fire with it.

But the flames were exceptionally stubborn and extremely hot.

The pages curled and charred as soon as they came into contact with the flames, rendering them completely ineffective at extinguishing the fire.

Worse still, after spitting out Yu Xiaogang, the crimson figure made a nimble turn in mid-air, aimed at the bookshelf on the wall, and spewed out another mouthful of flames!

"boom--!"

The bookshelf was instantly set on fire!

Those precious books, notes, and documents were quickly reduced to ashes in the flames!

Thick black smoke billowed up!

The fire dragon looked at its "masterpiece" with satisfaction, and with a thought, its figure vanished instantly.

The entire process, from the moment the fire started to the moment it disappeared, took only two or three breaths.

In the office, only the burning Yu Xiaogang and the burning bookshelves remained.

"Help--!!!"

Yu Xiaogang screamed and rolled around on the ground frantically, trying to extinguish the flames.

However, his black robe was made of cotton, which is extremely flammable, and the flames only grew stronger.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the office door.

Tang San originally planned to come and have lunch with his teacher.

He had just reached the third-floor corridor when he heard the teacher's screams, followed by a strong smell of burning.

"teacher?!"

Tang San's expression changed drastically. He rushed to the office door and pushed it open!

The sight before him made him gasp.

The bookshelf was ablaze, billowing black smoke, while Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, engulfed in flames, writhing in agony.

Screams of agony!

"teacher!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot! Almost instinctively, he activated his soul power, his first soul ring lit up, and Blue Silver Grass vines surged wildly from his palm!

"Blue-silver entanglement!"

Several vines shot out like serpents, wrapping around Yu Xiaogang's legs, trying to drag him out of the flames.

However, Tang San is not yet proficient enough in controlling the Blue Silver Grass.

The vines did indeed grab Yu Xiaogang's leg, but during the dragging process, the paralyzing venom of the datura snake seeped into Yu Xiaogang's body along the vines.

Yu Xiaogang was already physically weak, and now he was being burned by the flames, causing him unbearable pain.

Once the paralyzing toxin entered his body, he immediately felt his limbs stiffen, his movements almost stopped, and he couldn't even roll over!

"not good!"

Tang San also noticed something was wrong. His face turned pale, and he quickly retracted the Blue Silver Grass vines.

Watching his teacher struggle in the flames, he was extremely anxious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting heavily!

This is his teacher!

He himself said, "A teacher for a day is a father for life!"

And he almost got his teacher into trouble!

What to do?! What to do?!

Tang San's brain was working at lightning speed.

Water! We need water to put out the fire! But there's no water in the office!

He suddenly remembered there was a toilet at the end of the corridor! There should be water there!

Tang San turned and rushed out of the office, heading as fast as he could towards the restroom at the end of the corridor.

He pushed open the door; the space inside was small, with several wooden barrels against the wall. He rushed over and his heart sank.

Only half of the bucket was filled with water, which looked like it was used by the cleaning staff to mop the floor.

The other buckets were all urine buckets, emitting a pungent, foul odor.

But there's no time to worry about that now!

Tang San gritted his teeth, picked up a half-bucket of water in one hand and a chamber pot in the other, and rushed back to the office!

The flames had spread to the ceiling, and the thick smoke was so choking that people couldn't open their eyes.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, the flames on his body had subsided but were still burning, and he was on the verge of death.

"Teacher! Hang in there!"

Tang San rushed to Yu Xiaogang's side and poured half a bucket of water over his head!

"Splash—"

When water is poured onto the flames, it hisses and produces white smoke.

The flames had shrunk considerably, but were not completely extinguished.

Tang San glanced at the remaining urine bucket in his hand, gritted his teeth, and poured the entire bucket of urine onto it!

"puff--"

The yellow liquid was poured on Yu Xiaogang, mixing with water and ash to create an indescribable, strange smell.

But the effect was significant; the flames were completely extinguished.

Ignoring the pungent smell, Tang San threw aside the wooden bucket, grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arm, and forcefully dragged him out of the office.

A group of students and teachers who had rushed over after hearing the news had gathered in the corridor, and they were all stunned by what they saw.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, soaking wet, emitting a strange smell that was a mixture of burnt and urine.

The black robe was burned to shreds, revealing the scalded and blistering skin underneath.

Most of his hair was burned off, and his face was blackened, like a black preserved egg.

He looked utterly miserable. But he was still alive.

Tang San knelt beside him, shouting hoarsely, "Help! Fire! Put out the fire! Call a healing-type Soul Master!"

Several teachers realized what was happening and quickly ran to fetch water buckets.

Soon, several buckets of water were poured into the office, extinguishing the flames on the bookshelf. However, the bookshelf and the books on it had been burned down to half a charred skeleton and a pile of ashes.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated.

Yu Xiaogang struggled to sit up.

He first looked at his charred hands and tattered clothes, a flash of pain crossing his eyes.

Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly turned his head to look inside the room.

His gaze froze when it fell upon the pile of ashes and charred skeleton.

Those were his research notes, the culmination of his years of hard work, the foundation of his theories—

Gone.

It's all gone.

"No--!!!"

A piercing, beast-like howl echoed throughout the corridor!

Yu Xiaogang stumbled and crawled into the office, lunged at the pile of ashes, his hands trembling as he tried to pick something up, but all his fingers touched were charred fragments and flying ashes.

"My research — my — my theory —"

His voice was broken and shattered, and for the first time, such a violent and profound expression of pain appeared on that zombie's face.

"Why—why did this happen—"

He turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the teachers carrying buckets of water at the door, his voice sharp as a knife.

"Why didn't you come sooner?! Why?! If you had come earlier, my books wouldn't have been burned! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

The teachers looked at each other, their faces grim.

One of the middle-aged male teachers snorted and slammed the bucket on the ground: "Yu Xiaogang, are you even being reasonable? We rushed over as soon as we heard the commotion, and we even helped you put out the fire! Your office caught fire, and you blame us for being late?"

Another female teacher frowned and said, "Exactly. And the way you got angry is strange; we haven't even asked you what happened yet."

"You guys—" Yu Xiaogang wanted to say something, but a sharp pain shot through his chest, and he began to cough violently.

Although his burns were not fatal, they were still quite severe, and his emotional distress aggravated his injuries.

Tang San quickly stepped forward to support him: "Teacher, please don't get agitated! Your injury is more important!"

Yu Xiaogang gave a bitter laugh, tears streaming down his face, leaving two streaks on his charred cheeks.

"Gone—all gone—all gone—"

He slumped to the ground, as if his soul had been ripped away.

Seeing this, the teachers shook their heads, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

The students in the corridor were also dispersed, leaving only Tang San supporting the distraught Yu Xiaogang, and the office that was still smoldering and in a mess.

In the distance, behind the window of a private room on the third floor of the restaurant, Jiang Bai slowly withdrew his gaze.

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