Nightmare Apostle

The journey was uneventful, and the apartment was relatively safe before midnight. Yang Xiao finally stood in front of the door of room 8009. When he lowered his head, he could see several large cardboard boxes placed on both sides of the door, filled with empty wine. bottle.

If Yang Xiao had doubts about Yan Huiru's words before, now he believed more than half of them. After adjusting his emotions, he stretched out his hand,

But before there was a knock on the door, there was a faint sound coming from the room through the door.

Yang Xiao stopped, and after confirming that the surroundings were safe, he leaned his head up and put his ear to the door. The sound in the room became clearer.

It was a man's rough yelling and cursing, mixed with the sound of things being knocked over. In addition, Yang Xiao also heard the cry of a child.

Originally, it was not easy to disturb him by knocking on the door at this time, but unfortunately the appointed time for the task was coming soon, so Yang Xiao had no choice but to knock on the door.

"Boom."

"Boom, boom."

Just after knocking a few times, rapid footsteps rushed from the room to behind the door, and the door was opened. The man was disheveled and barefoot.

His face was abnormally red, his bloodshot eyes were staring at Yang Xiao, and the strong smell of alcohol hit his face.

"Who? Who asked you to knock on the door in the middle of the night?!" The man's voice was rough and his attitude was arrogant. "Are you looking for death? Do you know who I am?"

There is no point in arguing with such a guy, not to mention that Yang Xiao is here to complete the mission.

"Mr. Chen, I was entrusted by you to teach your children." Yang Xiao said calmly, "Do you think it's convenient to go in now?

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The man stared at Yang Xiao with a look of anger that had no place to vent, but finally got out of the way.

Although he was mentally prepared, Yang Xiao was still surprised by the environment in the room. Not to mention the mess, empty wine bottles were scattered everywhere, including liquor and beer.

There was a half-eaten lunch box on the table. The floor was dirty with a layer of oil on it. The area near the sink was even more messy. Dark dishes were piled together. Even from a distance, Yang Xiao could smell them. There was a rancid smell mixed with the smell of alcohol.

This is not like a home, but more like a garbage dump. Yang Xiao can't even find a place to stay, and he can kick down several empty wine bottles with just one step.

The man swayed Yang Xiao to the sofa and sat down first. Yang Xiao looked at the pitch-black sofa, guessing that it must have been white before.

"Don't sit down?" The man was very angry. "Are you looking down on me if you don't sit down? I'm asking you, are you looking down on me?"

Yang Xiao was too lazy to argue with him, so he sat down and asked by the way: "Mr. Chen, where is your son? I think we should go to class as soon as possible."

When the child was mentioned, the man seemed to have been stabbed in a sore spot. He swept the empty wine bottles on the coffee table and the leftovers from the night before, and cursed, "Those damn teachers and students, they isolate my son, these rubbish Damn it, damn it!"

"Why isolate him?" Yang Xiao asked.

"They are all trivial things, making a fuss out of a molehill. They just look down on me and my son, despise us for being poor, and look down on others. Sooner or later, I will kill them all." The man groped under the coffee table for a long time. I couldn't find a bottle of wine left, so I finally stood up unwillingly, dug out a bag of bulk liquor from the cardboard box in the corner, tore open the package and drank a few big sips, with the remaining wine dripping from the corner of my mouth. The man His eyes were red and his face was ferocious.

After a while, the bedroom door opened a small crack, and someone was observing from behind. Then the door was opened, and a little boy about 8 or 9 years old walked out from behind the door. He was skin and bones, with a timid look on his face. He was very pitiful. .

Yang Xiao noticed that the boy must have just cried, his eyes were still red and swollen, and there was still a red slap mark on the right side of his face.

"Dad, don't drink anymore." The boy persuaded in a low voice, his voice trembling.

"Crack!"

The man raised his hand and slapped him directly, "Get out! I don't need you to control me. If you talk too much, I'll beat you like my mother!"

This scene was really too much. Yang Xiao rushed over and protected the boy behind him, "Mr. Chen, if you have something to say, please speak it carefully and don't hit the child."

"Haha, are you showing off? I gave birth to him, and I can do whatever I want. I tell you, if you teach carefully, if you don't teach well,

I'll beat you up too. "

The man showed his fist, which was full of threats, but the man himself was relatively thin and not tall. If he were a human, Yang Xiao was confident that he could hit two of them.

Too lazy to argue with the man, Yang Xiao just wanted to complete the task as soon as possible, so he protected the crying boy back to the bedroom and closed the door.

Taking out a tissue to wipe the boy's tears, Yang Xiao sighed, "Does your father often hit you like this?"

"Well, he also beat his mother, and she was beaten away by him." The boy kept sobbing, with runny nose and tears.

Yang Xiao touched the boy's head and didn't know what to say to comfort him. No matter where he was, there would always be scum.

"Teacher, I want to study, can you teach me?" The boy raised his head, his eyes red and swollen from crying were full of sincerity, "I want to go back to school early."

Naturally, Yang Xiao would not refuse such a request. He came just to open up the boy's heart. The boy took Yang Xiao's hand and led him to the desk where he studied. There were already two chairs, one large and one small. The wooden chair is of course the boy's own, and the big one is prepared for Yang Xiao. To worry about the cold, it is carefully covered with a layer of cushions.

The boy moved the larger chair outwards sensibly, making it easier for Yang Xiao to sit, "Teacher, please sit down."

"Thank you."

The moment Yang Xiao sat down, he was still thinking about how to deal with the domestic violence man outside. But the moment his butt touched the chair, a heartbreaking pain suddenly hit him, and Yang Xiao immediately stood up.

Lifting the cushion on the seat, a few thumbtacks suddenly appeared underneath, with the tips of the thumbtacks rising up.

"Hahaha..." The pear-shaped boy who was crying just now burst into laughter, tears of laughter came out, "You are so stupid, so stupid, just as stupid as Teacher Wu in our class, hahaha !”

The man who heard the sound broke in. When he saw this, he did not scold his son. Instead, he warned Yang Xiao: "Kid, be naughty.

It's not a big deal, you teachers should be more considerate and know what to do with children. "

After the man finished speaking, he closed the door and continued drinking.

Now Yang Xiao was convinced that what Yan Huiru said was true. There was no good thing between the father and son, "You did this to your teachers and classmates at school?"

After hearing this, the boy disagreed and returned with a smile: "Who do they blame? Who told them not to play with me?"

"Don't you want to think about whether it's your own fault, because your behavior is bad and your character is not good, so everyone keeps away from you?" Yang Xiao asked back.

"You fart! There's been a death in your family, and you have such a bad mouth? Don't worry, your whole family will be hit by a truck when you go out!" The boy opened his mouth and cursed.

To be honest, Yang Xiao was a little confused. He didn't expect a child to have such a vicious mouth. This was no longer the category of a naughty child, but a bad boy.

After finishing speaking, the boy smiled and handed his schoolbag to Yang Xiao, "Teacher, help me take out the book. I have to study hard."

The schoolbag was half open, and there was only one book inside, but Yang Xiao knew that there must be a trap inside. Yang Xiao smiled and took the boy's hand, reaching for the book, "You better take it yourself."

Sure enough, when the boy's fingers touched the book, he screamed suddenly and blood flowed from his fingertips.

At this moment, Yang Xiao discovered that there was actually a razor blade sandwiched in the pages of the book, leaving only a little bit of the edge outside. You couldn't see it unless you looked carefully.

"Ahhh!!" the boy screamed, covering his bleeding fingers.

, "Dad, dad, come on, the teacher is cutting my fingers with a razor blade!"

The boy's father rushed in in an instant, and the boy's acting skills were no worse than Yang Xiao's. He grabbed his fingers and rolled on the ground, and secretly observed Yang Xiao with his peripheral vision.

The man who rushed in didn't care about the situation at all. He came up and grabbed Yang Xiao's collar, "You dare to cut my son with a blade?!

Say, do you look down on our family? Damn it, you just look down on us! "

Hearing this, the boy got up from the ground and pointed at Yang Xiao with an innocent face, "Dad, teacher...he showed me that kind of thing,

I didn't look at it, so he cut me with a razor blade. The thing was... right in my schoolbag, he put it in it! "

The man pushed Yang Xiao away, found his schoolbag, and after shaking it, a large-scale poster of a woman fell out, as well as a comic book about a color that was banned for 18 people just by looking at the cover.

"You beastly teacher, you are just like the other teachers in the school, you are garbage people, garbage people!!" After the man cursed for a while, he suddenly changed his breath and said that he could not tell this matter to leave Yang Xiao with dignity. , but Yang Xiao must give his son spiritual compensation, and the specific amount can be negotiated.

The man asked Yang Xiao to go to class first and think about it carefully. After class, they would explain in detail, and also warned Yang Xiao not to use any crooked ideas.

"Hehe, you're done, you're done!!" After the man left, the boy jumped up from the ground, clapping his hands and laughing happily.

Yang Xiao is a person who can keep his temper, but now, the father and son have pissed him off, especially the applauding bastard in front of him.

No wonder the school had to persuade him to quit despite pressure. In Yang Xiao's view, it was useless to persuade him to quit for such a bastard. It would be best to just cancel his account.

But he was still angry. Yang Xiao still smiled and did not lose control. He had noticed the changes in the father and son as the mission developed.

When I first met the man, he was so thin that it felt like a gust of wind could blow him down.

The second time, when he broke into the bedroom for the first time, the man was slightly stronger and taller than before.

The third time, just now, the man even dared to step forward and grab his collar directly, and there were muscle bulges on the man's arms.

His body is more than twice as strong as at the beginning.

The boy's behavior became more and more outrageous, and at the same time, his father became stronger and more violent, which was not a good sign.

Yang Xiao understood that if he continued on this trend, he would die in the hands of the father and son sooner or later.

"Oh, Xiaohong doesn't want to play with me. She actually dares not to play with me. I will lift her skirt and prick her thigh with a pencil to let her know how powerful I am!"

"If Su Jiajia doesn't bring me delicious food, I'll hit her on the head with a rock, and the same goes for those guys who are against me!"

As the boy said this, he took advantage of Yang Xiao's unpreparedness and suddenly took out a sharpened pencil from his pocket and stabbed Yang Xiao in the leg.

But then, the boy was stunned. He saw that the pencil was firmly grasped by Yang Xiao, and then he pinched the boy's wrist and forcibly turned the pen tip.

In the boy's fearful eyes, it pierced his thigh.

This piercing was very deep, and the boy screamed like a slaughtering pig. Just as the boy was about to open his mouth, Yang Xiao raised his hand and slapped him back, knocking back the curse words he was about to say, and then kicked him like a It flew away like a ball and hit the bedroom wall.

"Boom!"

The man who heard the sound rushed in, and was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. Yang Xiao looked at him, and the fierceness in the man's eyes suddenly disappeared. The man was afraid, and his strong body was deflated like a deflated ball, and his body became hunched.

"You are indeed bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong. I will give you a good lesson today!" Yang Xiao grabbed the chair, like a god descending from heaven and unstoppable.