Ying Xiaochuan rushed to the bloody classroom.

The students screamed and gathered together, Lai Suxiong smiled mechanically, stuck his own eyeballs, and at his feet sat a tall, swarthy teenager who was limp on the ground, a puddle of yellow urine underneath.

He also saw Jiang Xi, sitting on the podium with a slight smile and looking at the flustered Jiang Xi in the room.

His hands were dotted in the void like playing a piano, and with each movement, Lai Suxiong pricked his eye sockets. The boy at his feet was the same, kneeling on the ground, facing the direction behind him, in a gesture of reverent apology. But the smile on the boy's face was more hideous than crying.

Ying Xiaochuan rushed over with a brisk step, grabbed Lai Suxiong's self-harming hand, turned around and glared at Jiang Xi fiercely, "Enough!

Jiang Xi frowned, extremely unhappy to be interrupted. But Ying Xiaochuan's strength is too great, even if he becomes a ghost, he is far from being able to compete with him. So he had to give up.

Lai Su regained her consciousness, covered her eyes and cried, the pierced eye fell to the ground, and it was irretrievable.

Suddenly, several people rushed into the classroom, some screamed, some called the police, but no one dared to approach the crazy Lai Suxiong.

Ying Xiaochuan tied Lai Suxiong's hands, and he wriggled on the ground like a soft worm without bones.

"Call an ambulance and take him to the hospital, you don't have to pick up the eyeballs on the ground, you can't put them back. ”

"Who are you?" the dean of instruction who arrived looked at the young man in surprise.

Ying Xiaochuan didn't answer, he looked at Jiang Xi from beginning to end, word by word, and his tone was cold: "Jiang Xi, stop messing around, go back with me." ”

Jiang Xi was cold, "What if I don't?"

"You ......" Ying Xiaochuan rushed forward, and reached into Jiang Xi's soul, but he was empty. Jiang Xi's soul was faint in the air, the gloomy smile on his face condensed into smoke, and his ethereal voice floated in his ears, "I can't go back, my revenge is not over yet." ”

"Jiang Xi!" Ying Xiaochuan was furious and smashed his fist on the podium, and the entire podium was suddenly torn apart.

……

Two hours later.

Ying Xiaochuan and Ao Ling walked out of the principal's office of Xingyang Middle School, and their emotions looked a little sad.

"Brother Xiaochuan......" Ao Ling said softly: "You shouldn't have smashed the podium just now, and you shouldn't have talked to Jiang Xi directly, you scared them all." ”

"Well, I'm impulsive, if you hadn't made a move this time, they would have called the police to arrest us. ”

"Brother Ogawa, I didn't mean that. ”

"I know. Ying Xiaochuan nodded, looked into the distance, and frowned, "But Jiang Xi's matter, I won't give up." ”

It's not just a task anymore. Ying Xiaochuan clearly felt that Jiang Xi's situation was more difficult than any of the previous encounters, which aroused his competitive spirit.

"What are we going to do next?"

Jiang Xi said that his revenge is not over, indicating that things like this will continue to happen today. Have you noticed that in fact, Jiang Xi's revenge has always been gradual. ”

"Step-by-step?"

"Have you forgotten? After Jiang Xi escaped, who was the first unlucky person?"

Ao Ling raised her head suddenly, "It's Widow Li!"

Ying Xiaochuan said: "Jiang Xi's first target is Widow Li. But only chickens and ducks died in Widow Li's house, and everyone was fine, which shows that Jiang Xi's resentment towards her is not very deep. Jiang Xi's second target was Lai Suxiong, and he picked one of Lai Suxiong's eyeballs without hurting his life, which can only show that Jiang Xi's resentment towards Lai Suxiong surpassed that of Widow Li, but it was not to the point of taking his life. Jiang Xi's revenge is not over, who is his next target? To what extent will his resentment begin to take people's lives? Feng Hu is his first target? We don't know any of this. ”

"Will Jiang Xi's next target be Feng Hu?"

"It may or may not be. ”

"So what do we do next?"

Ying Xiaochuan pondered for a moment, "Let's go find Uncle Jiang first, Uncle Jiang may know." ”

……

Jiang Zhengguo was fine, and he was discharged from the hospital in the afternoon after waking up, and Ying Xiaochuan and Ao Ling went directly to his house.

When he arrived, Uncle Jiang was eating.

A plate of pickled radishes with a bowl of rice, sitting next to his son's coffin to eat, this picture is quite sad to watch.

"Uncle Jiang. Ying Xiaochuan walked into the house and talked to Jiang Zhengguo about the afternoon at school. Jiang Zhengguo's chopsticks fell to the ground after listening, "You, you said, Jiang Xi picked Teacher Lai's eyeballs?"

Ao Ling said: "It was Lai Suxiong who won it himself, but it was Jiang Xi who controlled him. ”

Ying Xiaochuan asked: "Uncle Jiang, there is a grudge between Jiang Xi and Lai Suxiong, so Jiang Xi hates him so much?"

Jiang Zhengguo sighed: "What grievances does this kid have with Teacher Lai, I really don't know, the reason why I let you go to school is because Jiang Xi mentioned it when he left, he said that he would go to three people to take revenge, one of them is Teacher Lai, but he didn't say what the specific reason was." ”

"The first person is Widow Li?"

Jiang Zhengguo nodded.

"You always know the grievances between Jiang Xi and Widow Li, right?"

Jiang Zhengguo admitted, "Yes, I know. He shook his head as he spoke, "Actually, this is a small matter, I don't know why this child is sick in his heart." ”

"Five years ago, there was a time when Widow Li's house threw chickens one after another, suspected of being stolen. It just so happened that during that time, Jiang Xi fell his leg, so I asked someone to buy a chicken to replenish his body. When Widow Li smelled the smell of chicken soup in my house, she had a misunderstanding. ”

Jiang Zhengguo's face has traces of hard life, but his eyebrows are relaxed, but he is a kind and tolerant person.

"She is a woman's family and a person, and her life is not easy. I'm old, poor, and still a cripple, and I haven't given Jiang Xi a good life, so how can I afford to buy chickens? ”

Ying Xiaochuan was stunned, as if he could imagine what an embarrassing picture it would be for an unreasonable woman to sprinkle it.

"Did you find out later?"

Jiang Zhengguo whispered: "I didn't catch anyone, but when things came out, no one dared to steal the chickens in Widow Li's house, no matter what, Jiang Xi did something wrong this time." ”

"Who is the third person Jiang Xi is looking for?"

Jiang Zhengguo looked at the plate of pickled radishes on the table and hesitated.

Ying Xiaochuan reminded: "Uncle Jiang, if Jiang Xi kills someone, there will be no way to reincarnate again." ”

"I don't know, he didn't have time to say. But I think that person must be the person he hates the most. ”

"Who does Jiang Xi hate?"

"I really don't know. Jiang Zhengguo covered his face in pain, "If I knew, I would have said, it was my son." ”

Ying Xiaochuan and Ao Ling glanced at each other, and Ao Ling said, "Uncle Jiang, then let's go first." ”

Jiang Zhengguo raised his head, his eyes were red, his cloudy eyes were full of tears that had not flowed, his voice was weak, and he was full of hope and despair, full of contradictions.

"Can you save him?"

Ying Xiaochuan wanted to say, 'I will do my best', but when he met Jiang Zhengguo's eyes, for some reason, he remembered the despair and sorrow when he decided to share the same cave, so he said firmly: "I can save him." ”

……

The two came out of Jiang Xi's house, and Ao Ling asked, "Do you say that Uncle Jiang really doesn't know about the grievances between Feng Hu and Jiang Xi?"

Ying Xiaochuan nodded: "He definitely doesn't know, otherwise there is no reason to hide it from us." ”

Ao Ling walked on the gravel road for a while, and suddenly sighed with some pity: "What kind of life did you say Jiang Xi used to live?" ”

A person with a pure soul shows that he is inherently good. But he lingered in the world and refused to leave.

What binds him is not the only relative left in this world, but his hatred.

……

Not far from Jiang Xi's house, there is a path in front of it, and there are two rows of families around the path, and Widow Li's house is between them. Ying Xiaochuan and Ao Ling walked straight out of the path, and were just about to walk to the side of the road when a voice sounded behind them.

"Excuse me, are you the out-of-town friends who sent Jiang Xi back?"