Quickly wear, the host has evil intentions

Chapter 183 The Poor Little One in the Redemption Article 10

He reacted quickly. After putting the important information away, he glanced at the two players he brought with him, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He waved to the two to leave, and the two who were closer to the door walked in front.

Because they had seen Xu Changsheng's abilities before and he did not warn them of the danger, the two men thought there were no ghosts outside and opened the door without any precautions.

As a result, their eyes met with the ghost student outside. As they looked at each other affectionately, the ghost student opened his mouth covered with minced meat and blood at them. The two were terrified and wanted Xu Changsheng to save them.

But he had already run away without even looking back.

He brought those two players out originally to use them as meat shields to help him escape, so how could he possibly save them?

After Xu Changsheng ran for a while, the surrounding environment changed and he knew that the plot had begun.

Qian Yujin was sleeping soundly, but suddenly a scene appeared in front of him.

The darkness recedes, giving way to the glow of dusk. The fiery clouds on the horizon are warm and beautiful, an unforgettable memory.

"My little boy, go home with your schoolbag on your back..."

The nursery rhyme came with a tender childish voice, and a little figure with a schoolbag on his back appeared, jumping and skipping, with a naive smile on his innocent and delicate face. A small red mole on his left cheek made him look even more well-behaved and cute.

Qian Yujin looked at the familiar figure and was a little surprised. Isn't this what he looked like when he was a child?

But he is not that cheerful and lively. According to his mother, he is precocious and is like a little adult at a young age.

The little boy seemed not to see him and walked past him towards home.

Qian Yujin thought he should be the boy who looked exactly like him. He wanted to know the truth so he followed him.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back. I got 100 points on the test again today, and the teacher gave me some bear stickers."

The little boy's cheerful voice rang out, and he pushed open the heavy door with the certificate in his hand.

"Can we live like this? If not, then we should get a divorce!"

A woman's hysterical cry was heard.

It was the first time that Qian Yujin saw his mother like this, crazy and ferocious. She was completely different from the person who always called him "Jinjin" very gently in his memory.

"Leave me if you want to, don't tell me that I can only live with you!"

The elegant father who loved his mother to the core yelled at her in a utterly ungraceful manner.

Qian Yujin frowned. What was going on? He was sure that his parents had never quarreled like this before.

"Dad...Mom..."

The little boy called out to them a little awkwardly.

"Don't call me mom."

The woman screamed, looking for things she would need for a divorce.

"Mom and Dad, is Xiaojin not behaving well? Please stop arguing, okay? Xiaojin will change."

There was a hint of begging in the boy's voice.

No one paid any attention to him, and the man and woman picked up their things and left.

"Dad, where are you going..."

The little boy grabbed his father's hands, with uncontrollable fear in his eyes, afraid that they would abandon him and leave.

"Get away! Don't touch me!"

The boy was thrown away by the man with great force.

The little body fell to the ground very unsteadily, with his forehead facing the corner of the table.

Qian Yujin became anxious and quickly reached out to the boy, wanting to catch him.

But he couldn't touch the boy, and his hand passed through the boy's body. As expected, the boy's forehead hit the corner of the table, and blood flowed down.

He fell to the ground in pain, his head was dizzy and his vision became blurred.

But no one paid any attention to him. The parents left and never came back. The award certificate with the name "Qian Yujin" written on it fell alone on the ground.

"Qian Yujin..."

Qian Yujin whispered this name which was only one character different from her own name, and had a guess in her mind.

The scene changes. At night, a thin boy of 8 or 9 years old, wearing clothes that have been washed so much that they turn white, stands in a telephone booth and calls his parents with a nervous expression on his face.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, and as soon as it was answered, an impatient voice came from the other end.

The boy cautiously asked if he could spend the New Year with him, but the man had a new family and didn't want to see him.

He told the boy to go find his mother, and his mother, in the same impatient voice, told him to go find his father, saying that he could not be part of her new family.

This child seems to be without a home or parents. He is like a superfluous one. Just like his name, he has been disliked since birth.