CH 27

[It was overcast.

The group of celestial masters that were trapped in a group of ghosts were covered with blood, and had used nearly all their resources.

"Heaven be merciful! Sinful ghost! You’ve killed so many people, aren't you afraid of falling into hell forever?" An elderly celestial master looked sadly at the corpses and pieces of broken flesh scattered throughout the city.

This was a countrywide disaster!

They were incapable of fully sealing his hatred, so in the end the ghost king broke the array and destroyed many cities in anger.

The man with black hair stood out in the sky, and couldn't stop laughing when he heard him.

His smile was like that of a lunatic’s.

After a while, he seemed to have calmed down as he stretched out his palm, and said to the toys below: "This is entertaining, you’re welcome to send a few more next time ~"

Then clenched his hand into a fist.

In an instant, everyone nearby became dust in the wind, and the smell of blood permeated the entire street.

In the end, only one old man walked out of the city alive.

He staggered, covered with blood, step by step, to notify his fellow celestial masters of the tragedy.

"Ghost King ... Ghost King ... Ghost King !!!"

The old man yelled at the soldier who came to rescue him, his eyes bloodshot, and fell down. 】

——From Her Strangeness 3

Late at night.

Zhou Yu was lying in bed, Feng Xing beside him.

Fortunately, it was a large bed, or it would have really been crowded.

Lying in bed thinking about what had happened recently, Zhou Yu felt as if he was dreaming.

However, Zhou Yu was a little uncomfortable, because he had never been so close to people in bed before, let alone Feng Xing who was a girl a few days ago.

This kind of gender disorder made Zhou Yu a bit embarrassed. He always felt that he was taking advantage of Feng Xing, but he (FX) insisted on lying with him.

In another perspective, this was the sad story of the perverted uncle Zhou Yu successfully abducting the school flower Feng Xing, then starting the highest death sentence in three years.

In order to alleviate his embarrassment, Zhou Yu had to desperately find a topic to talk about, fell asleep after talking about it, and everything went well.

"By the way, junior brother, what is your real age?" Zhou Yu compared Feng Xing's former look with his current one in his heart.

"I don't know, what about Senior?"

"How old am I? Fifteen." Although the actual age was more than thirty.

Zhou Yu blinked in guilt, feeling more and more like an elderly uncle.

Feng Xing turned his head, looking at the slender and lean body of his senior and the skin exuding youthful vitality, the love in his eyes deepening.

He remembered his life and naturally knew his own age.

He was abducted by his adoptive mother Wu Yun when he was one year old, and his biological parents died when he was three years old.

For a long time after that, his growth was controlled by Wu Yunzhang's use of magic drugs, and he stagnated.

For four years, he had been experimented on all day long, not knowing if he would still be alive tomorrow.

After that, Wu Yun's injuries worsened, and she was too lazy to use those medicines. He began to develop normally, and wandered with her in the following ten years.

When he began to enter puberty, his growth began to slow down due to the curse he had been implanted with since childhood. The changes were not obvious. In addition, with the deliberate manipulation that Wu Yun started, his sense of his own gender blurred and distorted his personality.

In the end, he was nineteen years old.

Too old.

Feng Xing reached out and blocked his eyes, covering the madness emerging.

Too old, too old, too old!

I am so old, what should I do if I am rejected by Senior?

Had it not been for the fact that spells wouldn’t work on a ghost, he would have suppressed himself to the age of 13 or 14 again.

"What a coincidence, I’m nearly the same age as Senior! Just one year older, sixteen." Feng Xing narrowed his eyes and smiled sincerely.

Zhou Yu looked at Feng Xing's smile with soft eyes.

So ah, he’s a little kid, it's really reassuring.

"Haha, shouldn't the person called “junior brother” be you?"

Feng Xing looked at Zhou Yu with bright eyes.

Zhou Yu: "..."

Junior brother, are you serious?

No, don't call it so resolutely, would he have any face left if he did? (S: Face= self-respect/ others respect for you)

Zhou Yu was silent for a while, then closed his eyes, and said, "Schoolmate, I'm going to sleep. See you tomorrow morning!"

Feng Xing looked at the senior’s shameless appearance, and for a moment he smiled.

Senior is so cute.

The handsome boy was lying on the bed, and after a while, his breathing smoothed out, and he fell into a deep sleep. There was a black shadow beside him to tuck him in. After kissing the boy's forehead, it disappeared into mist.

Outside, soft moonlight rained down, reflecting the warmth of a room.

Daybreak.

Zhou Yu got up very early today, because Father Zhou came back, it was just before dawn when the door was knocked on loudly, although he didn’t hear orz. (S: orz is the shape of a person kneeling, in guilt or repentance. It’s okay if you didn’t know, because I was confused for the longest time as well.)

Feng Xing hid his actions very well.

Because Zhou Yu slept too much, this big man without a key spent nearly half an hour in the car outside, smoking in the car for a long time, and was nearly anxious enough to call the police.

Fortunately, the housekeeper came over to cook, and he followed her into the house.

When Zhou's father entered the building, Zhou Yu was still sleeping in his bed. He got up to wash when he heard the sound, and wanted to take care of it and go on.

But when he was half-washed, he heard the original’s father shouting his name constantly, looking very anxious.

Zhou Yu brushed his teeth quickly, washed his face with water, and went downstairs.

In the living room on the first floor, Zhou Yu looked at a middle-aged man with heavy bags in front of his eyes, wondering, "Dad? How did you get here today? Is there anything wrong?"

Well, it was still a bit uncomfortable. Zhou Yu was reluctant to call someone else “Dad”, but the situation forced him to use this call obediently.

Father Zhou sighed, glanced at the woman next to him, and gave her a vacation. She didn’t need to clean up today.

The housekeeper was a little embarrassed and was afraid of being dismissed because she didn't do well enough, but after looking at the heavy atmosphere in the living room, he didn't dare to say anything, just quickly packed and left.

Zhou Yu felt this tense atmosphere and his expression turned a little serious.

"Son, it's good to see you're okay! I, uh, I've made arrangements, next month you will go to your mother and study in a foreign school!" Father Zhou, Zhou Guotian, frowned, and puffed his cigarette.

The living room was instantly smoky.

Zhou Yu was uncomfortable, barely holding back. He didn't like the smell of nicotine, but it was his father after all, and he couldn't say anything.

Zhou Father had more to say, but the cigarette in his hand suddenly went out.

Upset, he simply stopped smoking. He pressed the cigarette in the ashtray and said, "Yesterday, I got a message from the police station."

"A major incident has occurred in your school, and many people have died. Except for those in the second and third grades, all the students in the first grade have disappeared, and it was basically confirmed that they are dead."

"It's chaotic in China. I'll send you abroad, and you can get a good diploma. Things here won't delay you." Father Zhou watched with affectionate eyes the son who had grown into a man in front of him. Inwardly, there was a sense of pride and fear.

His son was so excellent that he had not been able to make friends with other children in these years. This was the only seedling of his family. If something went wrong, he really wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Zhou Yu was silent for a while, and said, "How many people died? On the first day, there seemed to be three or four hundred people ..." Maybe it was more than that.

Zhou Yu glanced unmarkedly at the shadowy Feng Xing beside him, who was being moody.

With so many people dead, how many of them should be the same age as Feng Xing?

Feng Xing did not speak, his eyes still soft, it seemed that the senior was his world.

No one could see that at this moment he was such a murderous ghost.

"I see, Dad, I don't want to go abroad. Send me to S City in a while. The environment there is better."

"Well then, it's better to develop abroad!"

Zhou Yu smiled, and finally convinced Father Zhou not to send him abroad.

He knew that now was a good opportunity for domestic development, and going abroad would close many opportunities.

Zhou's father was shocked. He pulled Zhou Yu and said something for a long time. Zhou Yu listened very carefully, so that his father, who had never talked to his son, was filled with a lot of fatherly love.

"Well, son, since you insist, then father will not object! As long as you’re safe, it’s fine with me!" Father Zhou looked at his watch. It was almost ten o'clock, and he said, "Dad will leave for a while. I’m going to a meeting. You must stay at home these days and don’t run around. It’s not safe outside! ”

"Well, I know dad!" Zhou Yu nodded with a smile.

Father Zhou left.

Zhou Yu stood in the living room, looking at empty space, and asked, "Did they also become ghosts?" Those who died.

Feng Xing stood beside the senior and blinked uneasily, carefully responding, "No." Because they were all eaten by me.

Zhou Yu heard this answer and suddenly felt fatigue fill his whole body.

Maybe I'm a very selfish person. Even though Feng Xing is so sinful, I still think he is a poor child.

He should not have suffered so much.

Now, because of his miserable life, he had become a fierce ghost, should he still be put to rest?

"..."

Zhou Yu lay down on the sofa weakly, covering his upper face with his arm.

His three views were really messed up, maybe because he hasn't witnessed the death of so many innocent lives with his own eyes, he selfishly felt that he wouldn’t die. (S: 3 views = outlook on life, values, and something else, I forgot)

"Promise me not to indiscriminately kill innocent people in the future!" Zhou Yu suddenly spoke, voice a bit husky.

"Senior, they are not innocent. Each of them had watched my bullying, everyone ..." Feng Xing was afraid that the senior would hate him for killing so many people, and he desperately wanted to explain.

"I know ..." Zhou Yu sighed, got up and hugged the panic-stricken teen, and struggled with his emotions.

"But killing is no good. Promise me not to kill again in the future! Myths and legends all say that ghosts guilty of murder will fall into hell. I don't want you to be like that!" Zhou Yu demanded strongly with an upset tone.

Feng Xing took hold of the senior in his arms, nodded, and said, "I will listen to Senior’s words, I will not kill anyone again, I promise!" As long as Senior is still with me, hurting others is not necessary.

The next moment, Feng Xing's fingers were entangled with a wisp of black mist.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the still-sulking senior. He said, "Senior, let's go to the school. Someone broke in. Let's save them. I promise not to kill anyone!"

Feng Xing made a very well behaved look.

Zhou Yu was still in a heavy mood, but when he heard someone broke into the ghost place, he nodded and agreed.

In front of the city's No.1 Campus.

A group of heavenly masters in Taoist attire stood in front of the door, looking somber.

"Dear friends, let's go in. It's dangerous to go here, but for the sake of China, we can't take a step back!"