All the way to the trot, none of them spoke, just listened to me cry.

After running for about half an hour, we walked out of the gate of the Netherworld.

The headmaster was waiting for us outside the city gates.

And I, tired of crying.

I don't know how I'm feeling at the moment.

Grief, indignation, guilt, self-blame, hatred, all came to my heart at this moment.

I lay motionless on Yang Bin's shoulder.

Meeting with the principal, Yang Bin asked Annie Bai:

"Put it?"

White Anne looked at me and nodded.

Yang Bin gently placed me on the ground.

I don't struggle anymore.

I don't resist anymore.

It's too late.

Grandpa Chen Jinghong was sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, which is already a foregone conclusion, and no one can change it.

But I just didn't give in.

I panicked.

I don't want to deal with anyone.

I didn't say a word to them, I walked in front alone.

Wen Jie was not at ease and wanted to join me, but was stopped by Bai Annie:

"Let him be alone."

Then I walked in front alone, and several of them, quietly followed.

But what I don't understand is that the principal doesn't care about the outcome of our love letter to us.

Even when I was so deranged, the principal turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it.

There was only one reason, and the headmaster had expected this outcome for a long time.

That's why he didn't go with us, leaving us to face it alone.

In other words, even the principal can't do anything about my word mistake.

But why!

Why is this the end?

Why did he indiscriminately disregard people's lives without asking the reason?

Grandpa Chen Jinghong killed his wife, but it is clearly written in my love letter that Grandpa Chen Jinghong was forced to be helpless, why didn't they think about the matter itself, but grabbed a word?

Is this the fairness and justice we uphold?

Is this the right path that our Maoshan Taoist priests maintain?

Why should we be in the same boat with such an impersonal underworld?

When I thought of the look in Grandpa Chen Jinghong's eyes when he was leaving, although there was no sense of loss, I knew that he didn't know how sad he was in his heart.

He was deliberately so calm just because he didn't want me to feel guilty.

But the more he did this, the more I felt guilty.

I hurt him.

I am ashamed of my incompetence.

I can't do anything.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I became, the more I felt that I couldn't breathe and couldn't breathe.

I just had to speed up my pace and keep my breathing smooth.

I walked faster and faster, leaving the headmaster and them far behind.

I don't know where I ran, if it was the shortcut, or if I got to Huangquan Road.

I don't have the heart to think about it that much.

My mind was in a mess, one moment was the eyes of Grandpa Chen Jinghong, the next moment was the treacherous of that damn yin, and the next moment was the picture of Grandpa Chen Jinghong being punished in the eighteenth-story underworld.

I just felt my heart getting worse and harder.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Tears blurred my vision, and I didn't care about it, just let it flow.

Then, I fell.

I fell headfirst to the ground.

Then, I woke up.

I was lying on a bed, surrounded by fat people, Wen Jie and them.

I am back.

I went from the underworld to the underworld in an instant.

The pillow under my head was all wet.

I rubbed my eyes, and my eyes were full of tears.

The soul and the body are one.

But I still couldn't breathe.

The fat man has not woken up yet, and with the principal accompanying them, there will be no accidents.

I'm going to run.

I'm going to keep running.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my chest.

This breath is pressed inside, and it can't come out.

I walked out of the underworld, lifted my legs and ran.

Teacher Liu Ke's shout was left behind:

"Shu Ziyang, why did you come back alone? Where are you going? ”

I don't know where I'm going.

I'm uncomfortable, I'm tight, I'm going to vent.

I'm going to keep running.

Although there was some delay in the Netherworld, we set off as soon as it was dark, so it should be two or three o'clock in the morning, and there were still many hours before dawn.

I couldn't see the road ahead.

But I still ran forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

It wasn't until I was so tired that I couldn't run at all that I collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

I cried while panting.

No one can see it, and I will cry uncontrollably.

I'm going to vent.

I'm going to take out my anger, my guilt, out.

But I found that the more I cried, the more uncomfortable my heart became.

Later, I really broke down and started crying.

I can't forget my mistakes, and I can't forget what Grandpa Chen Jinghong told me.

I can't forget that vile and shameless villain.

But I'm too small.

I can't do anything.

Like the fat man said, I'm a wreck.

I slapped myself the left side of my face.

One slap is not enough, come again.

I beat myself and cried.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind me:

"Men don't flick when they have tears, if they are men, they should stand up, face them bravely, hide in the corner and shed tears, what kind of man is it."

"Who?"

I exclaimed.

That's when I realized that I didn't know how to run in front of a two-room blue brick house.

This blue brick house actually has a glass window, and from the inside of the glass window, it emits bright light.

I'm sitting under this glass window right now.

A sense of déjà vu.

As soon as I turned around, behind me, I don't know when there was a person standing.

Through the bright light, I saw this person, dressed in the style of clothes from the seventies and eighties, with unkempt hair, similar to Einstein's hairstyle, half a hundred black, and looked more like a citizen scientist than Mr. Liu Ke.

What's more, this man looked at me with wide eyes, but his eyes were full of whites and no eyeballs.

A man with no beads.

I was in a state of fear.

How did I get here?

I was so frightened that I wanted to quickly retreat, but I had just sat on the ground, and at this moment, I was shaking and I couldn't move.

The first encounter with him is still vivid, if it weren't for me and the fat man who slipped away quickly, we would have been cleaned up by him as monsters.

Although I have already speculated that he may also be our Maoshan Taoist priest, or our senior, I don't know why he was imprisoned here, but one thing is certain, he is a madman.

Seeing that I was so afraid of him, he was visibly saddened.

He stretched out his hand to pull me up, but I pulled my hand behind me and shook my head vigorously at him:

"Don't, don't."

He said in disappointment:

"Why are you so afraid of me? Don't worry, I won't hurt you. ”

It won't hurt your uncle!

I didn't know who wanted our lives before, but it was the Thunder Guiding Spell and the Peachwood Sword.

(End of chapter)