It's not easy to be a little heart of an abusive male protagonist

It has nothing to do with it, but I met a teacher by chance, he taught me how to read, taught me that a gentleman should put his studies first, and have the thoughts of the world in his heart. At that time, I thought that I could realize my ambition and shine in the family. Mister turned out to be..."

"What is it?" Du Chengzhen was quite interested in listening at the beginning, thinking that teaching and educating people is a good deed worthy of respect, but just listening, Cheng Zixiao changed the subject and provoked him asked rather curiously.

Seeing the blush gradually rising from the sky, Cheng Zixiao stretched out his right hand in fear and raised it in front of his shoulder. Following his movements, a red paper umbrella embroidered with golden plum blossoms covered his face, and Ling waited to continue listening. Du Chengren, who told the story, suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, only to hear the person in front of him speak slowly and continue:

"That gentleman, under the guise of teaching and educating people, privately... coaxed and deceived in private, so that the handsome young man who has not yet passed the weak crown voluntarily became his child molester."

"Absurd! Simply absurd! How can you ruin the reputation of scholars so much? How can you get involved in those young men who are as clean as glass palaces? They are simply beasts... they are simply scum among gentlemen. If he is a niche, he will definitely be..." Du Hearing this, Cheng Bing immediately became furious and reprimanded, but when he thought of Rong Lian, he stopped talking again, more cautiously, and confirmed with a little panic:

"Then Mr. Rong refuted his idea, and was kicked out, so he can no longer go to school?"

Cheng Zixiao was really sleepy. Hearing this, he walked forward and continued:

"No, he was holding a knife and wanted to be frivolous to me, and I had no self-defense weapon, so I could only run. He grabbed me back and broke my legs, but I would rather die than do it, and use the spikes on the candlestick pierced his neck and died in front of him."

Hearing this, the sun had already revealed a halo, Cheng Zixiao turned around and trapped Du Chengzhen with a red enchantment, and said with an expression of "I have explained everything, we will talk next time if I have anything to say": "Young master, stay away , You and I met by accident, but gave up our lives to save each other. This kindness should be remembered by Rong Lian, and there is no way to repay it, but people and ghosts have different paths. After Rong Lian finds out, he will definitely help and say goodbye!"

"Young Master Rong!" Du Chengqi patted the barrier, regretting that he couldn't have a few more words with Rong Lian.

For example, there is no shelter in that temple anymore, where is the young master going?

For example, I hit it off with the young master, but I don't know if I can become a bosom friend with the young master?

For another example, which school Mr. Rong said the gentleman is from.

He looked at the place where Rong Lian disappeared, feeling a little lost in his heart.

41. Mr. Ghost

◎They are ghosts◎

The dark passage was a bit narrow. Cheng Zixiao took out a white candle and blew on it, and the candle lit up with a dim yellow light.He walked in the cave, and the candle in his hand swayed without any wind.

There was water dripping from the stone wall in the cave, making a "click" sound, Cheng Zixiao's legs shook, and he gritted his teeth and cursed himself: "You are also a ghost yourself, you are afraid of farts!"

He frowned, and continued to move forward at a slow pace, when suddenly the candle in his hand went out.

At that moment, he almost shouted, "There are ghosts killing ghosts!" ' He swallowed it into his stomach with a "gudong".

The candle lit up again with a "swish", but instead of the original dim yellow color, it turned into a faint green, which looked even more creepy.

Cheng Zixiao knew that he had entered Mr. Ghost's enchantment - that academy.

Sure enough, he took a step forward and stepped into a classroom.

The classroom was covered with long black hair, like pieces of black silk cloth. Cheng Zixiao raised his eyes and saw this scene. He took three steps back in shock and hit the barrier wall.

"Hanging the head on the beam, stabbing the thigh with the awl! Hanging the beam on the head and stabbing the buttocks~Hanging the beam on the head and stabbing the buttocks..." The blood-red awl pierced into the student's thigh one after another, and the blood dripped down the thigh to the ground and gathered together along the cracks in the ground.Those "students" with sluggish, pale or blue faces read the yellowed scrolls in front of them as if they didn't feel pain, their voices were tired and lifeless.

Occasionally, a few ghost scholars stop their movements and then fall into a deep sleep, but as soon as they fall asleep, the long hair on the top of their heads will be pulled by the rope on the beam and fall down together with their heads.Gululu rolled around on the ground, then stopped and stared at Cheng Zixiao who was beside him.

Cheng Zixiao lowered his head in fright, suppressed his nausea, stepped across the floor, and hurried past the corridor.

A gust of wind blew by, and the big locust tree in the yard sneered, there were men and women, old and young.

He stopped in front of a door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Sir, I'm back." He said softly.

The door creaked open, revealing the dark green light inside. Cheng Zixiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked in.

The smell in the room is hard to describe, it's a bit like the smell of rotten branches, it seems to be mixed with the smell of blood and incense, but all these smells can't cover up the extremely unpleasant old smell.

Cheng Zixiao stood motionless by the corner of the wall. Hearing the heavy panting of the old man in the back room and the unspeakable muffled groan of the young man, Cheng Zixiao made a movement of vomiting.

To be happy with a dead body is simply insane.

"Why~ Do you feel sick?" A voice suddenly came from the inner room, old and hoarse, the tone sounded like asking, but in fact it was a little displeased.

Cheng Zixiao knelt on the ground frightened, with a red robe spread beside him, and tremblingly replied: "Sir, I'm just joking, Rong Lian just has some... some stomach discomfort."

The people inside didn't say anything, but continued with the unfinished business just now. After a long time, the voice said slowly, "Have you finished what I asked you to do?" Cheng Zixiao almost fell on the ground and replied: "No. "

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden scream in the room. Listening to that voice, it seemed that someone had been crushed to death.

"Sir, I will definitely help you bring Du Chengzhen here, but please let that priest go, please? I..."

Cheng Zixiao, who was eager to prove something, was suddenly interrupted by the old man:

"I don't care what you think about that stinky Taoist priest now, but your ashes are still in my hands. You'd better not play tricks with me."

After saying that, a strong wind suddenly hit from the back room, lifted Cheng Zixiao up, and then fell heavily to the ground, unable to speak for a long time in pain.

"I knew I would not write this story according to "A Chinese Ghost Story" [Note ①]. Sure enough, you need to be careful when learning from it, or you will suffer retribution." Cheng Zixiao regrets it in his heart~

He thought that he would go back to see Xizhou later, but he couldn't disfigure himself. If someone saw something, then his hard work of pretending would be in vain.

So, supporting his painful body, he climbed up from the ground, then continued to bend down, and replied respectfully: "Rong Lian dare not, next time I will definitely bring that scholar in front of Mr."

If the original plot was followed, Cheng Zixiao still couldn't complete the task this time.

Because in the original text, Mr. Ghost is pitiful to the scholar, and he is reluctant to attack him. The scholar also has a crush on Mr. Gui, so he refuses to leave. Later, when Mr. Ghost finds out, he kills Mr. Gui to teach him a lesson, and snatches the scholar away. , at this time, it is time for the Taoist priest played by Xizhou to play, rescue the scholar, and settle down with the ghost boy by the way.

Cheng Zixiao felt a little happier when he thought that he finally didn't have to meet this old thing all day long.

He continued to hang his head and wait for the old man to order, but the old man picked up another gust of wind and threw him out.

When Cheng Zixiao landed, he was already outside the cave.

This time, it took him a long time to get up, cursing "Old man, one day you will die miserably!" while sweeping the dust off his body with magic power.

He frowned, and sat cross-legged very agitatedly, until the pain was completely healed, he showed his big white teeth, got up and went to the temple to meet Xizhou and money.

As soon as he opened the temple door, Cheng Zixiao could smell the smell of hot pot. Although he is a ghost and has no taste buds, he can hardly taste anything except blood, but he is very obsessed with hot pot, so he said nothing. Without saying anything, he rubbed his hands and sat beside Xizhou.

"Get me the bowls and chopsticks quickly! I'm going to be hungry!" Qian Duo didn't say anything, but took the bowls and chopsticks for Cheng Zixiao, and gave him a wink.

Cheng Zixiao didn't notice Xizhou's face beside him until then. It was as slumped as Widow Liu's mother-in-law, with an ugly big Mac.

He slapped his forehead, remembering that he locked him in the barrier before leaving and forgot to release him, so he raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile how much change was beside him:

"Huh? There's a lot of money, did you put vinegar in the hot pot?"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and took another bite, and then made a few "bah"s.

"No~ how can there be? There isn't any in the hot pot, but I can also smell a strong smell of acetic acid. I don't know where it came from." The little smart guy with a lot of money, heard the words, and Cheng sang happily,

Xizhou snatched Cheng Zixiao's bowl, and with a smirk on Cheng Zixiao's face, he quickly filled a bowl of food and handed it to him: "Tell me where you all went and what you did after you finished eating." , if you miss a little bit, I will blow your soul away!"

Cheng Zixiao ate a mouthful of mushrooms with a bowl in his hand. Although they had no taste, they were extremely sweet in his heart. While chewing, he said, "You can't!"

He was so sure that Xizhou rolled his eyes at him.

"Tomorrow that old ghost is going to catch Du Chengyuan. We have to go and help him. He is the strongest tool man in this book. He will die." After taking a few more bites, Cheng Zixiao lowered his eyes and thought about his words. Tell Xizhou.

Xizhou listened to his words and nodded, only money was too much to taste, so he sat there pouted all the time, wanting to say but dared not.

Because ghosts need to collect yin to replenish yang, if they can't, they will be hungry,