The principal's office is on the fifth floor, and this teaching building is an old-style building that was not equipped with an elevator when it was built.
Old Dao and I had no choice but to use the most primitive method, climbing up step by step.
When Lao Dao and I went up, Lao Dao's body couldn't hold on any longer.
"Oh my god!"
Old Dao was panting heavily when he saw the principal's office and suddenly exclaimed.
I followed Old Dao's gaze and was also surprised by the image above—an owl was carved right there on the door!
"Brother Chen, could this Cao Dajun also be connected to the gods?"
Old Dao asked me tremblingly; he was genuinely a bit bewildered.
I shook my head; I really didn't know that.
I went inside and carefully examined the owl; its eyes were bright and alert.
Although it's slightly different from my previous tattoos, the overall difference isn't significant. The most crucial point is that this owl exudes a subtle sense of oppression.
"So, Brother Chen, is this real or fake?"
Old Dao watched me observe for a while, then continued to ask.
I shook my head and told Lao Dao that I couldn't tell yet, but the power emanating from it was indeed very oppressive.
"Holy crap, this is fucking amazing!"
Old Dao couldn't help but swear. There was something familiar at the office door, which really surprised the two of us.
I held my breath and knocked on the door, but there was no response. I knew there was no one inside.
Seeing this, Lao Dao kicked the door open.
Old Dao's current strength is indeed astonishing, much stronger than when I first met him.
With one kick, the padlock was knocked off, and the door was wide open.
When we came in, there were three desks in the office, and the one at the very back had a lot of documents on it.
A withered man was sitting at the table tidying up his things. Even when we came in, he didn't react at all, as if he hadn't seen us at all.
I stared at the withered man, frowning slightly. I compared him to the photo and realized that he should be the vice principal.
Because there was no name on the photo, I had no way of knowing what the man in front of me was called.
Judging from his position, he should be at the level of a vice principal.
I looked at the man through my third eye and was shocked to the bone, because he was surrounded by an aura of death!
Death permeated the air from the inside out, but what struck me as odd was that, in addition to the deathly aura, life was surging forth on the other side of my body.
One side of his body was filled with deathly energy, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.
The other side of his body was full of vitality, the life force as vast as the sea.
"Something's not right with this person!"
I pulled Lao Dao aside and whispered a reminder to him.
"Brother Chen, have you noticed that this guy looks a lot like someone else?"
Old Dao's words suddenly reminded me. I carefully examined the man, and sure enough, I felt like I had seen his face somewhere before.
"He Feilong!"
After staring at the man for a long time, she finally blurted out that the man looked very much like He Feilong.
The biggest difference is that He Feilong is a fat man, while this guy is skinny.
It was because of these physical differences that I overlooked the connection between the two of them.
"I didn't expect you two to come. Since you're here, let's make the best of it and sit down. We can talk!"
The man looked up at me and Lao Dao, then waved his hand and pointed to two chairs in front of him, which automatically pulled apart.
I exchanged a glance with Lao Dao, then I quickly moved forward and sat down on the left side, while Lao Dao sat down on the right side.
"May I ask your surname, Vice Principal? You're not surnamed He, are you?"
After I sat down, I went straight to the point and asked this pointed question.
The two look very alike, so I boldly guess that they must be some kind of relative of He Feilong.
Although He Feilong said that all 17 members of his family perished, it now seems that not a single punctuation mark in what that guy said can be trusted.
"My name is He Feihu! The He Feilong you know is my elder brother!"
He Feihu spoke softly, and his very first words defined his own character.
Just as I thought, there was already a connection between the two of them.
One is a flying dragon, the other a flying tiger; one is a fat man, the other a thin man.
One is in the Ho residence, and the other is at the school, but the two places are connected.
It is known that He Feilong is an old monster. If He Feihu is He Feilong's brother, then it is very likely that this guy is also an old thing that is hundreds of years old.
"You've come to kill me, haven't you?"
He Feihu noticed that neither Lao Dao nor I were saying anything, and slowly observed us.
Old Dao and I looked at each other, wondering where he got that idea from.
My initial purpose in coming to the office wasn't to kill anyone; I mainly wanted to see if there were any clues inside.
"You didn't come here because of Lin Momo?"
He Feihu blurted it out.
"You know about Lin Momo?"
I was stunned. Originally, I didn't even want to ask about Lao Cao anymore.
Unexpectedly, He Feihu provided a new clue, the most crucial one being that He Feihu said, "I came to kill him, again for Lin Momo."
"Looks like you guys aren't as strong as I thought!"
He Feihu remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter these words to me, and I felt insulted.
Anyway, Lao Dao couldn't stand it, so he grabbed He Feihu by the collar and was about to slap him twice.
"It doesn't matter if I tell you, since the matter has already been settled, and I was just a pawn to begin with!"
After being captured by Lao Dao, He Feihu's expression stiffened, as if he had seen through life and death, and he gave a bleak smile.
"My purpose in life was to provide you with spoils of war, but it seems you are not worthy of them!"
He Feihu's face gradually began to rot, emitting a strong stench of decay, and his body began to dissolve like soil.
Startled, Old Dao quickly withdrew his knife.
I quickly got up, pulled Lao Dao back, but what I feared didn't happen; He Feihu just turned into a puddle of mud.
Before his death, He Feihu only uttered one sentence.
"The information you want is all on the table. Go and take a look if you want it!"
A life for a life, I don't owe that girl anything anymore!
After leaving those words, He Feihu's body quickly dissipated without leaving a trace.
It's as if they never existed in this world.
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