Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious.

Chapter 1098 Glutton

"go back!"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling excrement at Yu Tianheng with almost a hoarse shout!

He was gratified that Yu Tianheng had pulled him out of the cesspool, but he disliked Yu Tianheng's tightly furrowed brows! This nephew was the last vestige of kinship he maintained within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. He had been back for so long, and even his father, Yu Yuanzhen, had only visited him once when he first returned, and hadn't seen him since.

He's had enough of this!

Therefore, he intended to spare Yu Tianheng's life!

"!!!"

Seeing the excrement that Yu Xiaogang was spitting out, Yu Tianheng, even though he was trying to suppress his nausea, couldn't bear to let the excrement splash on him. He quickly took a step back and retreated.

"Second uncle..."

"Enough! This distance is perfect. Tianheng, go! Leave this sect and never come back before I'm still alive!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as he watched Yu Tianheng retreat, and he roared again.

Yu Tianheng retreated further and further away, looking at Yu Xiaogang with a face full of confusion. This second uncle, who had once been spirited and radiant even without cultivation, couldn't help but ask, "Why? Second Uncle, what do you mean by that?"

Yu Xiaogang turned his wheelchair and slowly moved towards the inner room. In a hoarse, emotionless voice, he explained, "Your charity towards me will only turn into their ridicule! Even... those old fogies dislike you because they hate me. Haven't you noticed that they've already sided with that good-for-nothing Yu Tianxin?!"

"Get out! The farther the better! The farther away from me, this piece of trash who loves to eat shit, the better!"

"Second Uncle?!"

Yu Tianheng froze on the spot. His second uncle liked to eat shit?

He had certainly heard these rumors within his clan, but he had never witnessed them firsthand. He only knew that Yu Xiaogang was often inexplicably thrown into latrines. Could it be that these weren't just rumors?!

"Second Uncle, don't listen to their nonsense!"

Yu Tianheng snapped out of his daze and immediately tried to give chase.

But Yu Xiaogang's door made a loud bang, and it was locked tight. No matter how much Yu Tianheng pushed, he couldn't open it.

Yu Xiaogang was in the room, sitting in a wheelchair, and didn't even glance at the bathroom.

He was already used to the stench on his body.

He didn't know when it started, but whenever he secretly went to the latrine to steal food, someone would ambush him from behind and kick him into the pit.

Yu Xiaogang knew he was ill, and seriously ill. Imprisoned in the outhouse by the Spirit Hall without food or water, he could only desperately try to survive. This left him with extremely serious and shameful aftereffects.

But is that the reason his tribe despises him? Just because he's a good-for-nothing?!

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot. He let the excrement drip from his body, grabbed a teapot from the table, and poured it over his wrist. After rinsing his right hand clean, he took out a small knife and slashed his arm. Blood gushed out, slowly dripping down Yu Xiaogang's still relatively clean right hand and into the teapot.

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

The sound of blood splattering continued.

Yu Xiaogang stared intently at a slightly worn booklet on his desk.

That was a gift given to him by Hun Feng when he visited the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan before Hun Feng, along with Xue Beng and Mo Wuchang, went to the Heaven Dou Empire to plot their usurpation of the throne. (End of Chapter)