At this time, Xiaohong could no longer recognize Yan Zixiu. Her pupils were pitch black, and blood was flowing out of the hole in her throat.

Blood kept dripping from the hem of her skirt to the ground, as thick as wet paint.

Gu Shi had seen Xiaohong many times before, and although she looked even more terrifying now, he could still barely keep his composure.

Yan Zixiu and Jing Shaoci were of course dismissed, but Li Fengzhi's eyes widened in shock.

At this time, his hair stood on end, and in the middle of summer he felt as if there was a lump of ice in his chest, his heart was squeezed to his throat, pulling his temples down continuously.

Xiaohong was directly refined after being caught by Ji Ting. This place is also a place where evil gathers. The yin energy and fierce energy condense, forcing out all the resentment Xiaohong had in her life.

Xiaohong looked at Yan Zixiu, her neck turned stiffly twice, making a series of perceptible crackling sounds.

She was hesitating.

Seeing this, Yan Zixiu immediately stretched out his hand to her, "Xiaohong, come here, be good."

Xiaohong's grim pupils trembled slightly, and then her fingers like dead branches twitched and rose up little by little.

Just when the fingertips of the two were about to touch each other, Ji Ting gave a sinister smile, took out a copper bell and shook it a few times.

In an instant, Xiaohong's whole face was distorted, she hugged her head in pain, and even blood began to seep out of her mouth and nose.

"Kill them!" Ji Ting pointed directly at the four people.

Xiao Hong raised her head and let out a piercing scream, almost piercing Gu Shiyi and Li Fengzhi's eardrums.

Yan Zixiu subconsciously raised his hands to form a seal, but when Xiao Hong really grabbed him, he pulled up Jing Shaoci's arm and shouted at Gu Shiyi and the other two: "Run--"

Looking at the backs of the four people running away, Qin Ye covered his stomach and laughed, and sarcastically said: "It's his mother's Heavenly Master, I think it's a Heavenly Dog, hahahahahahahahahahahaha."

It only took Yan Zixiu a raise of his hand to beat Xiao Hong. And Xi Dujia.

But he couldn't.

No matter how powerful a ghost is, it can't be in the sun for a long time. This will not only corrode the soul, but also alarm the ghost messenger in the underworld.

So Yan Zixiu took the other three people and ran into the building, just to lure Xiaohong in.

At the moment when Xiaohong chased into the building, the red line on Yan Zixiu's wrist instantly shot out and tied her limbs tightly.

But when the blood mist seeped out of Xiaohong's body, the red lines broke one by one.

Seeing that he was about to be tied up, Yan Zixiu quickly pinched the incantation with both hands.

"The Emperor of Heaven is bright, the sun and the moon are shining, the greedy wolf pillars cover the body!"

Yan Zixiu turned his finger, and four giant pillars with golden light fell from the sky, directly trapping Xiaohong.

Li Fengzhi had been in a state of extreme shock just now, and now seeing these giant pillars, he was almost scared silly.

Now even if someone pointed at the moon and said the sun, he would not think there was anything wrong.

"Finally, we are trapped." Gu Shiyi panted and walked to Yan Zixiu, holding his chest and asked: "Brother Yan, what's wrong with Xiaohong?"

Yan Zixiu's eyebrows were full of coldness, and he said: "She is a powerful ghost, and now she has been refined by Ji Ting and has completely lost her mind."

"Fuck, that bastard." Gu Shiyi cursed.

Although Xiaohong is a female ghost, except for the initial fear, he really thinks Xiaohong is cute.

"Brother Yan, what are you going to do now?" Gu Shiyi asked suddenly nervous, "You are not going to let her soul fly away!"

He remembered that all the movies he watched when he was a child played like this.

Yan Zixiu did not answer his question, but turned to Jing Shaoci and said, "What has happened to the Qin family recently?"

Jing Shaoci looked at him and said, "Good luck."

Although his answer was brief, Yan Zixiu immediately understood what he meant.

It was obvious that Ji Ting's purpose in offering Xiaohong was to use her as a trap to boost the Qin family's fortune.

Yan Zixiu clenched his five fingers and restrained the anger in his heart.

After taking a few deep breaths, he stepped in front of Xiaohong.

Although Xiaohong could not move now, she was still struggling. As soon as she saw him approaching, she bared her bloody gums.

Yan Zixiu raised his hand and waved it. Xiaohong was stunned and her black pupils trembled violently.

He walked closer and said, "Xiaohong, do you believe..."

"You've been lying to me all the time!" Xiaohong interrupted him with bloodshot eyes and kept roaring, "You will never avenge me. I wanted to kill them, but you stopped me from going. I hate you! Yan Zixiu, I hate you!!" Yan Zixiu

's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he still looked at Xiaohong calmly and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I am protecting you."

"Protect me? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Xiaohong raised her head and laughed, her laughter echoing in the empty concrete building, sounding extremely sad and ethereal.

But a moment later, her laughter was mixed with sobs, "Don't advise others to be kind unless you have experienced their suffering."

Xiaohong looked at Yan Zixiu with trembling body, roaring: "Do you know how much torture I have suffered in my life? Every moment of my life is like purgatory for me!"

Yan Zixiu's fingers hanging by his side moved. He wanted to touch Xiaohong's head like before, but now, he couldn't.

"Those old things are all in the past."

"Yes, of course you can just say it lightly." Xiaohong sneered with tears in her eyes, "Because people like you who are in the light will never experience that kind of despair."

Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and looked at his fingertips silently.

Suddenly, a slender big hand inserted into his fingers and pressed against his palm.

Yan Zixiu raised his eyes and saw Jing Shaoci looking at Xiaohong coldly. He said, "If he didn't do it for your own good, why would he restrict you? A piece of talisman paper can destroy you completely without any effort."

This sentence directly angered Xiaohong, who was only half conscious. Her black hair suddenly stood up and stabbed at the two people through the gap of the stone pillar.

Yan Zixiu drew a talisman in the air, and saw flames everywhere. The hair was burned to ashes, but the black hair continued to grow and filled the whole room in a blink of an eye.

Gu Shiyi's stomach was churning. He immediately turned around and hugged Li Fengzhi, pressing his face into his chest.

At this moment, Yan Zixiu suddenly bit his fingertips, drew something on his palm, and pressed it directly on Xiaohong's forehead.

"If I can get out of the despair you have experienced, you must not commit murder."

As soon as the voice fell, everything around Yan Zixiu changed.

He was sitting in a bright and clean classroom with a test paper in front of him. A number was written in red pen at the beginning of the paper: 135.

It was break time, and there was a constant noise around him, but he just looked at the test paper in front of him quietly, without moving.

Suddenly, a ball of paper hit him on the head, and after a burst of laughter behind him, something else hit him.

There were erasers, rags, and even a bunch of keys.

But his expression was numb, as if he felt nothing.

A few seconds later, Yan Zixiu felt someone kick his stool hard, and his body tilted and almost fell over.

"Song Ange, what are you looking at?" A boy lay on his desk, chewing gum and said in a teasing tone: "You didn't come to school yesterday, where did you go to have fun?"

Yan Zixiu felt his hands trembling, and this subconscious fear made him cold all over.

He didn't say anything, but the boy raised his eyebrows ambiguously, raised his hand and touched his shoulder, "Why, you don't want to..."

Yan Zixiu avoided his fingertips, the boy's face suddenly changed, and he spit the chewing gum directly on his face, "Song Ange, are you pretending to be your mother?"

Yan Zixiu, who was treated like this, had no idea of ​​resisting at all.

He just sat there with his head down, letting the chewing gum stuck on his face fall on his legs.

The boy stood up and thought about what to do, but the bell for class rang, so he had to sneer and walked back to his seat.

The bell sounded like a redemption, pulling back the remaining breath of Yan Zixiu.

Forty-five minutes later, the teacher picked up the book on the table and walked out of the classroom.

Yan Zixiu took out a peeling water cup from his desk pocket. He twisted the lid and took a sip. A sour and bitter plastic taste flowed directly into his throat.

He took the cup and looked at it. A thick liquid was precipitated in the shaking boiled water.

It was glue.

A strong feeling of nausea came over him. He couldn't help but want to vomit, but he didn't even dare to open his mouth.

Yan Zixiu sat for a while, then looked around with his peripheral vision as if he was walking on thin ice.

When no one was paying attention, he quickly stood up from the stool and walked towards the water dispenser at the back of the classroom.

Just as the hot water was added to the cup, a girl walked up to him.

Yan Zixiu shuddered all over, and loosened his fingers pressing the switch as if he had been scalded.

"Bitch."

These two words were like poisoned needles, piercing through Yan Zixiu's flesh and blood.

But he didn't even dare to look at the girl, just holding the cup tightly in both hands.

Just as he was about to return to his seat, someone bumped into him hard from behind.

He fell to the ground, and the cup in his hand rolled far away.

"Hahahahahahaha, Song Ange is too funny."

"You are pretending again, you will definitely cry and complain to the teacher soon."

Yan Zixiu's palms and elbows were scratched, and the burning pain made him purse his lips.

Every minute and every second was torture.

The moment the school bell rang, Yan Zixiu picked up his schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom first.

He hid in the last toilet until the teaching building fell silent.

Yan Zixiu walked from the school gate to the bus stop, and after getting on the bus, he sat in the last row by the window.

He looked at the colorful lights outside the window, but there was a dead silence in his eyes, as if the neon lights of this world had nothing to do with him.

When he reached the door of his home, Yan Zixiu took out the key from the bottom of his schoolbag.

After entering the house, he first turned on the light in the living room, and then put his schoolbag on the floor next to the sofa.

The person in the bedroom heard the noise, opened the door and walked out.

"Why did you come back so late again today? Doesn't evening self-study end at eight o'clock?" A middle-aged woman in pajamas said sharply.

Yan Zixiu opened his mouth numbly and called out "Mom".

"You are like this when you come back. I am exhausted after a day's work, and I have to look at your face when I come back. Don't call me mom. I think you are my mom!"

Yan Zixiu opened his mouth and whispered, "I ran in the physical education class today, and I am a little tired."

He was not trying to find an excuse, but he knew clearly that if he didn't say anything, it would make his mother more angry.

"What's so tiring about going to school? If you don't study hard now, you will be a waiter and sweep the floor for others in the future. I don't think you will complain about being tired."

The woman's voice became louder and louder. Suddenly, a male voice came from the bedroom: "Can you speak more quietly?!" The

woman became irritable in an instant, strode to the bedroom and said, "You don't care about anything all day, and you get angry when I say a few words. You pretend to be a grandson at work, and you come back to be a grandfather for us mother and mother..."

Yan Zixiu listened to the sound of his parents quarreling, and the back of his head was pulled and hurt.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face.

After standing up, he looked at the face in the mirror, his eyes full of dullness.

The girl was very beautiful, with a kind of pure beauty, set off by her pale cheeks.

But even at such a young age, there was no liveliness on the girl's face.

He slowly raised his hand, pulled up the sleeves of his school uniform, and saw the crisscrossing scars on his wrists.

The nightmare began because he did not copy the paper for a girl during a monthly exam.

The girl's family conditions were good, and she had a brother who was involved in gangs and was very popular in the class.

After this girl showed obvious hostility towards him, the whole class began to isolate him.

How easy is it to destroy a girl? Just say something exaggerated, and if this girl happens to be pretty, then everyone will help you to slander her.

The ugly rumors spread more and more, and he became a flirtatious bitch in everyone's mouth.

Glue poured into the cup, garbage stuffed in the schoolbag, these things that ordinary people cannot tolerate are even just child's play in those people's mouths.

He did tell the teacher, but it was lightly classified as a "small conflict between classmates".

He also told his parents, but in return, only misunderstanding and scolding.

"What disease can you get at your young age? You say you have depression when you quarrel with your classmates. Why don't you get depressed when you play with your mobile phone? ! '

In this world, it seems that he is the only one who is willing to listen to himself, and he is stuck in the quagmire.

After coming out of the bathroom, Yan Zixiu took out the test paper from his schoolbag.

He kept waiting, waiting for the quarrel in the bedroom to disappear.

"Mom, the teacher asked us to sign this test paper."

The woman looked at the score at the top of the paper, then rolled up the paper and slapped him in the face.

"Last month it was 142, this time it's 135. Your dad and I work hard to make money to support you, but you just spend the whole day slacking off. You can find anyone you want to sign. I can't afford to lose face like this!"

After saying that, she threw the test paper on the ground, turned around and slammed the bedroom door.

Yan Zixiu bent down to pick up the paper and walked back to the bedroom numbly.

The next day, geography class.

Yan Zixiu was taking notes with his head down, and the girl sitting in front of him suddenly raised her hand.

"Teacher, Song Ange farted, it was very smelly, and it made me sick."

As soon as the words fell, the people around him pinched their noses and kept fanning themselves with their other hands.

Seeing this, the teacher had no choice but to say, "Students sitting by the window, please open the window, and the rest of you can continue to attend the class."

The girl in the front row turned her head and glanced at him, unable to hide the smugness in her eyes.

Perhaps in the adult world, this was just a harmless joke, but adolescent boys and girls are particularly sensitive, not to mention this kind of deliberate embarrassment.

It was raining outside after school that day.

Since the day he was isolated, he no longer brought an umbrella, because it would be damaged if he brought it, and he would be scolded when he got home.

Just as he was walking towards the bus stop with his schoolbag on his back, three boys stopped him.

"Song Ange, there is no evening self-study today, I will take you to KTV to have fun?" said the leading boy.

Yan Zixiu lowered his head and said nothing.

The other two boys laughed, pointed at him and said some unbearable words.

Just as the boy grabbed his slender wrist, a clear voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Song Ange, didn't you say you would go buy books with me today?"

A black umbrella was propped over his head. The boy who had touched him saw the person coming, said "no", and led the other two people away.

Yan Zixiu still lowered his head. He didn't thank him, and didn't even look at the person next to him.

He walked towards the bus stop, but he was no longer wet by the rain.

After getting on the bus, the boy stood beside him, and when someone squeezed over, he would raise his hand to protect him.

One day, two days, this boy named Ruan Yue was always with him.

They walked together after school, and ran from the next class to talk to him during breaks. He even accompanied him up the stairs during the breaks in exercise.

No one's heart is born as hard as ice. Although this boy named Ruan Yue looks ordinary, he can accompany him like this when everyone is isolating him.

Just relying on this courage is enough to open Song Ange's lonely heart.

He doesn't want to fall in love, he just longs for this warmth.

Yan Zixiu began to speak, and even occasionally showed a smile.

Every time at this time, Ruan Yue would raise his hand to hook his hair behind his ears, look at him and say, "Ange, you are so good-looking."

In a blink of an eye, it was the end of the semester, and after the exams, it would be winter vacation. He would not see Ruan Yue for a long time.

Yan Zixiu secretly bought wool and knitting needles, knitted and unwoven, and at the cost of only sleeping four hours a day, he finally knitted a pair of gloves.

Although Ruan Yue looked ordinary, his hands were very beautiful. Every time I held his hand, I felt warm.

Yan Zixiu bought a beautiful packaging bag and for the first time mustered up the courage to stand at the door of the next class.

But until only a few people had left, he did not see Ruan Yue come out.

"Classmate." The moment the other party looked over, Yan Zixiu grabbed his trouser seam tightly, "Excuse me, can you please tell me if you have seen Ruan..."

"You are looking for Ruan Yue, right?" The other party said directly: "He was just called to the rooftop."

Yan Zixiu's eyes widened, and the blood in his body seemed to have frozen.

Those memories that he thought were already blurred came up again, and even though he clenched his teeth, his whole body began to tremble.

But despite being so scared, Yan Zixiu still went to the rooftop.

At this time, Ruan Yue was holding a cigarette with his beautiful fingers, and his expression did not show the usual sincerity and sunshine.

"How can Song Ange still be arrogant?" Ruan Yue took a puff and exhaled the smoke, "Now if you say a few words to him, he can be moved to tears."

After that, he hooked his little finger frivolously and said with a sneer, "As long as I hook my finger now, he can't wait to throw himself into your arms, hahahahahahahaha."

I ran away for a long time, because of your appearance, I began to waver.

I thought you were my salvation, but even you lied to me, all those warm likes were fake.

Yan Zixiu looked at the girl who took the lead in bullying him standing next to Ruan Yue, laughing and looking very happy.

The sound of the bag falling to the ground was clearly heard by these people.

They saw Song Ange standing there, like a rose blooming in a dark corner.

These people grabbed him, and the door to the rooftop was slammed shut.

Later, the rose tore off its petals and was completely trampled into the mud.

When the last boy left, he waved his phone at Yan Zixiu who was lying on the ground, "Song Ange, if you dare to tell anyone about this, don't blame us for posting the photos here on the Internet."

That night, he stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

The next morning, Yan Zixiu told his mother that he wanted to take a leave, but he was scolded.

He went to school with his schoolbag on his back. Although he was late, the bulletin board in front of the teaching building was crowded with people.

Soon, the principal and teachers came, and more than half an hour later, his mother also came.

"Until we find out who posted these photos on the bulletin board, the school has decided to temporarily suspend Song Ange."

His mother led him out of the office. It was during the break, and everyone was craning their necks to look at him, as if they wanted to see the dirty marks on his body through his clothes. With

a crisp sound of "slap", his mother, who could no longer bear it, slapped him in the face.

"You have no sense of shame." Unlike the previous noisy voice, the woman's voice was trembling, "Why don't you just die!!!"

One slap after another, the feeling of his hair being pulled seemed to tear him apart alive.

He saw those who bullied and trampled on him, and laughed wantonly and arrogantly, and his smile was so brilliant.

After returning home, Yan Zixiu was locked in the bedroom.

From that day on, he never said a word again. No matter how his parents scolded or beat him, he never said who he had done such a dirty thing with.

"Zixiu has been unconscious for so long, he won't be in trouble, right?" Li Fengzhi was very uneasy.

Jing Shaoci held Yan Zixiu in his arms and looked up at Xiaohong who was also in a coma.

He didn't know what the person in his arms did, but he thought he should be trying to save Xiaohong.

Jing Shaoci raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on Yan Zixiu's forehead, and then couldn't help pinching his earlobe.

Yanyan, wake up quickly.

At this moment, Yan Zixiu suddenly raised his hand, but his eyes were still closed.

He seemed to be holding something in his hand. After scratching his face a few times, he moved his right hand down and pointed it at his throat.

"What's wrong with Brother Yan?" Gu Shiyi asked in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, tears of blood slowly seeped out of Yan Zixiu's eyes.