Chapter 268 I can’t understand
"You are Zong Yao's classmate, right?" the woman smiled, and the fierce look in her eyebrows faded a little, "He is doing homework in the study, why don't you go in and join him?"
Huo Xingchen was just about to say that he didn't bring his homework when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders. He turned his head and saw that he had an extra schoolbag.
The woman was not surprised by the changes in his body at all, and she said with a smile: "You just happened to have brought your schoolbag with you. Go ahead. I happen to have company. Auntie will go get you some fruit to eat."
Huo Xingchen hesitated for two seconds, then walked towards the study.
The woman smiled, turned and entered the kitchen.
The study is easy to find. The only door is open. From outside, you can see a child sitting with his back to the door. He is leaning on the table and writing.
Huo Xingchen muttered to himself, this man looked several years older than he was now, how could they do homework together?
He glanced at the kitchen, then turned around the study and went to another room with a closed door. He reached out and grabbed the door handle and pulled it. The door didn't move at all, as if it was locked.
Huo Xingchen frowned slightly. Does this mean he can only enter the study now? He secretly clicked his tongue in his heart and went to the study with an unhappy look on his face.
I hate being arranged, and I hate doing homework even more.
Huo Xingchen didn't do much homework when he was in school. He didn't expect that he would have to experience it again when he grew up.
"Zong Yao?" Huo Xingchen called someone first as he entered the study, "I'm here to do homework with you."
The man sitting at the desk remained motionless.
Huo Xingchen took two steps to the side and turned around just enough to see Zong Yao's hand writing furiously. He called out again in a low voice, "Zong Yao?"
Zong Yao still didn't respond.
Huo Xingchen stepped forward again and stood next to Zong Yao, "Are you taking your homework too seriously?"
Zong Yao didn't look at him, but finally responded to his words, "If you don't do your homework well, your hands will be chopped off. I can't have my hands chopped off again..."
Huo Xingchen felt a shiver in his heart. After careful inspection, he discovered that his left hand was gone and the wound was still bleeding. It happened to be the severed hand that fell to the ground.
The blood has gathered into a small pool under the severed hand. This means that in the ghost realm, if there is so much blood under normal circumstances, the person must have been unconscious for a long time.
"You..."
As soon as Huo Xingchen spoke, Zong Yao turned around and looked over. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were already filled with black eyes. He didn't look like a living person.
Huo Xingchen's expression remained unchanged and he finished speaking calmly, "Your wound seems to be quite serious. Let's bandage it first."
Zong Yao stared at Huo Xingchen with his dark eyes for several seconds, making sure that he didn't have any fear before turning away as if nothing had happened, muttering to himself: "No, I have to finish my homework first." Finish, otherwise my mother will be angry.”
Huo Xingchen didn't understand, "Is homework more important than your life safety?"
Hearing this, Zong Yao stopped writing for several seconds before continuing to write.
Huo Xingchen sighed, took off the schoolbag on his back, opened it and saw that there was really a pile of books inside. When he took it out, he saw that they were all for the third grade of elementary school.
"What's the homework?" Huo Xingchen put the book on Zong Yao's desk without saying anything, pulled the chair next to him and sat on it.
However, he was too small, and the chair was only a head higher than the desk.
Huo Xingchen:...
At this time, a notebook was handed over from the side, and Zong Yao's lifeless voice said, "The homework is all on it."
Huo Xingchen took it and looked through it while sighing, this child is so good, he remembers his homework so neatly. For Chinese, Mathematics, and English, Huo Xingchen carefully selected a Chinese text that did not require writing, and memorized the Chinese text.
He took out his Chinese language book and was about to start reciting it, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed Zong Yao looking at him.
Huo Xingchen turned and looked over, "What are you looking at me for? Have you finished your homework?"
Zong Yao's dark eyes revealed a complicated light, as if he was asking silently - Have you really started doing your homework? Don't you feel anything is wrong?
Huo Xingchen raised his hand and turned Zong Yao's head back, "Don't look at me, I won't write it for you. Do your own thing."
Zong Yao:......
He wanted to try harder when he heard a faint voice coming from beside him, "Your mother is coming in."
With the same conditioned reflex, Zong Yao straightened his back a little, lowered his head and continued to write furiously, not daring to say another word.
Huo Xingchen raised his eyebrows silently, "Young man, you still want to scare me with this little skill."
Not long after, the woman came in with a dinner plate, a plate of cut fruits and two glasses of milk.
"Eat something and then write." The woman put the food and drink on the desk and lowered her eyes at Zong Yao's homework. One second she was smiling as gently as water, but the next second she turned into a cold-faced King of Hell.
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"Why did you write so much?" The woman clattered the milk cup on the table. The milk in the cup jumped. Zong Yao also jumped, and even subconsciously hugged his head.
But he may have forgotten that his left hand was cut off and his head was not held, but the hideous wound was exposed in front of the woman.
The woman's eyes turned red instantly, "Are you blaming me? If you weren't angry with me, would I be able to do such a heavy hand?"
Zong Yao trembled uncontrollably, "No, I, no... I know I'm wrong, I'll write it right away."
The woman was breathing heavily and staring with scarlet eyes, as if she would cut off Zong Yao's other hand with a knife in the next second.
Suddenly, the woman looked at Huo Xingchen, "Is it because of you? You disturbed Zong Yao! I'm going to kill you!" The woman raised her hand and raised the kitchen knife!
Huo Xingchen was confused. Where did this kitchen knife come from? ! Even in a ghost realm, you can't be so unreasonable! He didn't say a few words when he came in, okay?
He was complaining in his heart, and his body reacted very quickly. Taking advantage of his small size, he slipped under the table, then took out the talisman and waited quietly.
Sure enough, Zong Yao was lifted open in the next second. The woman squatted down and reached out to grab him out.
Huo Xingchen shrank back a little more, made room, and put the talisman on the woman's arm.
Instantly, a burst of black smoke erupted from the woman's arm, followed by a scream. The woman seemed to be on fire, starting from her arm and spreading to her body. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of ashes, and then turned into black smoke and disappeared.
Huo Xingchen didn't relax at all when he saw this, but instead frowned even more tightly.
The woman died, but the ghost realm was not damaged at all. He found the wrong master.
"You are so powerful." Zong Yao's faint voice sounded, "Why are you so powerful at such a young age? If only I had been as powerful as you."
Huo Xingchen took out the talisman to defend himself again, got out from under the desk, and looked at Zong Yao at the door of the study.
His hands were broken, and there were stab wounds on his head. His head and body were covered in blood, which was terrifying and distressing.
Huo Xingchen couldn't understand, how could any mother be willing to hurt her own child?
(End of chapter)