After pompom enters Hades

Zhu Ning's heart skipped a beat, dodging the middle-aged man's fiercely swinging plow, the cat waist deftly slipped under his arm, and rushed towards the big iron pot that had already started to burn.

"Uncle, aunt..."

"Help……"

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"Let me out, please..."

The little girl's voice came from the iron pot, almost inaudible. Zhu Ning's heart throbbed violently. She pushed away the middle-aged woman who was fanning vigorously with a cattail fan, and stretched out her hand to pull the lid of the pot from its ear. Iron rod.

The fire was very strong, and the orange-red flames had reached the mouth of the pot, enveloping the entire body of the pot.

But the iron rod on the thick wooden lid of the pot is very tightly stuck to the ears of the pot. I don't know how much effort the Zhang family spent to get the iron rod in, and they can't get it out at all.

bang bang bang...

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There was a muffled knocking sound from under the lid of the pot, and the little girl struggled to get out of the pot.But at this time, the Zhang family couple with cruel faces, one holding a brick and the other wielding a plow, rushed from behind, as if they wanted to kill the supporting teacher who got in the way first, and then went to add firewood to the fire.

The next second, the little devil who had rushed into the yard earlier suddenly turned around, knocked the Zhang family couple into the air twice, and then... click!

The little ghost hit the thick iron rod with the token, and it was broken in two from the middle!Then, bearing the crack in his head, he staggered to Zhuning's feet and didn't move.

Zhu Ning lifted the lid of the pot, quickly carried out the little girl floating in the pot, ran all the way out of the yard, and put it into the cool stream.

The water temperature in the pot just now was a little hot, and it may have reached 44 degrees.

Fortunately, Hong Hong's consciousness is still clear. Although the little girl's face was flushed from the heat, her big black and white eyes were full of tears, and she hugged her knees and curled up without saying a word, Zhu Ning asked her skin. Whether it hurts or not, the little girl nodded slightly after a few seconds of silence.

But Zhu Ning started to call 120 with his mobile phone, and when he was about to send the little girl to the hospital, Hong Hong, who heard the phone ringing, began to scream and struggle. while running.

Zhu Ning had no choice but to hang up the phone and put a coat on the little girl... The little girl seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and she was neither allowed to be hugged nor held hands. across the creek.

Zhu Ning had no choice but to hold the little girl by the collar and walk forward like a puppet.

Now in this village, there is no one who can be trusted.

Especially the children once said that their parents didn't ask them to play with Honghong, and Zhu Ning didn't dare to ask the adults in Xiaoyang Village to take care of the children, so he had to take the little girl back to Xiaoyang Village Primary School temporarily.

As soon as she entered the school gate, the little girl rushed, broke free from Zhu Ning's marionette escort, opened the door and slipped into the narrow corner under the bed, and could not come out.

Zhu Ning began to kneel down and try to persuade the little girl to come out, but he found that as long as he went out and closed the door, Hong Hong would relax a lot, and even secretly took a biscuit from the salute left by Teacher Xu, quickly tore open the package and put it in his mouth... …

Zhu Ning had no choice but to stop bothering, locked the house and school gates, and rushed to Zhang's house again.

Twenty minutes later, the village chief who heard the news, and a dozen or so respected villagers of the older generation arrived at Zhang's house.

A group of people looked at the blazing cauldron in the house, and the Zhang family couple who had fainted after the attempted murder, and were silent with ugly expressions.

After a long while, the village chief looked at Zhu Ning in a perplexed and somewhat fearful manner: "Mr. Zhu, Hong Hong has a bad heart, the Zhang family may be out of breath, and the child is fine, so we can't call the police... ..."

Other elderly people in the village also echoed.

"The people of Xiaoyang Village must be punished by Xiaoyang Village."

"Yes, you can't call the police!"

"Young people have no hair on their mouths, and they can't do things well. I think the supporting teacher misread it..."

Others had never seen Zhu Ning open his mouth, but the village head had seen it. He was so frightened that he quickly went to see Zhu Ning's expression, and then stretched out his hand to pull the old people in the village.

"Don't dare to talk nonsense, the pot is here, Mr. Zhu should be right."

Zhu Ning really didn't want to call the police. After all, what happened in Xiaoyang Village may involve Principal Desen. Zhu Ning didn't want to involve the local police and follow the risk.

Zhu Ning said lightly: "So, according to the family rules of Xiaoyang Village, how should we deal with boiled children?"

The village chief was afraid that the old people in the village would quarrel with Zhu Ning, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to smooth things over: "It's hard to say now, we need to discuss it... The Zhang family must not let it go lightly!"

Afterwards, the village chief asked people to trap the Zhang family couple, and woke them up with cold water.

Unexpectedly, after waking up, the man and woman directly ignored the big battle in front of them. After a short period of hesitation, their eyes became extremely resentful and vicious, and they looked straight at Zhu Ning who was standing not far away.

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"We waited for several months, and finally pushed that little girl into the pot today, and it was you!"

"What kind of people's teacher, I am! You meddling little bastard..."

All the old people in the village had ugly faces. They just spoke for the couple, and they shook their heads out after just two sentences, and the obscenity was really unseemly.

"Are you two crazy!!!" The village chief came down in a cold sweat, and hurriedly greeted the others: "Gag their mouths, quickly..."

Unexpectedly, red threads burst out of Xiaohong's uncle's eyes, and his whole body was shaking with anger. His hands were tied behind his back, but his legs and feet could move. He stood up and bumped away the two village elders who came over, and rushed towards Zhuning , laughing wildly:

"That girl is a bad breed. If she doesn't die, none of you can live. Everyone must die!"

The middle-aged woman also looked at the village head bitterly, and cursed: "You old bastard is also crazy, and a stunned young man from outside the village, you just let him dominate?

"You forgot how my Yaomei family died? You actually protected that little goblin...you all go to die! You all die!"

The old people in the village rushed forward, restrained Zhang's couple in a hurry, covered their mouths and tied their hands and feet.

The village chief explained to Zhu Ning in a cold sweat: "The girl Hong Hong is really a monster. After she was born, her mother died of dystocia first, and then the rest of the family also disappeared. When she was three or four years old, the family Everyone died one by one..."

The village head paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "The ghost babies in the village also started to make trouble since the year she was born."

The village chief seemed worried, and hurried to make amends: "Dang, of course, the Zhang family must have violated the law when they killed people. They adopted the little girl for Xiaohong's family property, but after the adoption, they boiled her." It's definitely not right..."

In the end, the people in Xiaoyang Village didn't discuss how to deal with it. They just tied up the two people and took them to the village head's house to take care of them temporarily.

Things went on for half the night, and it was already early morning when Zhu Ning returned to school.

Instead of going back to his own room to threaten the little girl, he turned into a little pompom, got into the desk hole in the classroom, and fell asleep.

Sleeping until midnight, the little pompom seemed to hear the voice of a child while he was half asleep and half awake.

"Mr. Pig?"

It sleepily opened its eyes and looked out of the desk hole.

What came into view was the girl's red face, but at this moment her complexion was as pale as flour, with a pair of big black eyes open, staring at the little pompom without blinking.

The whole face almost got into the hole of the desk.

Little Pompom: "Hey!!!!!!"

The little pompom was startled awake by his own yell, and suddenly opened his eyes. There was no human face in front of him, it was just pitch black.

Half a second later, the little pompon realized that it was sleeping facing the desk hole, and everything just now was just a nightmare. It was just dreaming of someone calling, dreaming of waking up Dreaming outside the desk hole...

The little pompom shuddered, and the little claws were so frightened that they touched the bottom of the desk, and slowly turned to look out of the desk hole.

Fortunately, it was just a classroom full of tables and chairs, and there were no pale children with dark eyes.

However, the little pompom can't sleep anymore. This is a primary school classroom. It can't turn on the headlights in the school classroom in the middle of the night and sleep with the lights on all night.

The little pompom climbed onto the desk and sat there blankly for a while, then suddenly remembered that it forgot to correct the papers and homework!

There is still class tomorrow!

Although the dark aisle under the desk was very scary, the little pompom still held back his fear, carefully jumped down from the table hole, and rushed out of the classroom as fast as he could.

Under the silvery moonlight, everything in the courtyard could be seen faintly, and the little pompom was a little less frightened, so he ran to the window of the hut with short legs and looked in.

At some point, Xiao Hong had already sneaked onto the bed, wrapped in a towel and curled up in the corner of the bed, sleeping soundly.

The little pompom heaved a sigh of relief, jumped off the window sill and got in through the cat hole in the wall, rolled the homework and test papers to be corrected into buckets with difficulty, and dragged them out of the cat hole.

Then the little pompom took out the phone with its claws, and watched the 20% of the battery charge, it would be dazed, and then used the fat claws to clumsily set the phone to always on,

Supported by the side.

Then the little pompom put the paper and homework on the brick and started correcting.

The quiz in class is very simple, and most of the children don't know how to do it. The little pompom just draws a cross on it with a red pen, and occasionally draws a tick.

After grading the papers of the senior grades, the little pompom took out the question papers of the children of the lower grades with his claws, and read them one by one.

Children in the lower grades can write very few words, and they don't know pinyin. Most of them are one or two words plus drawing.

On the first piece of paper, a villain was drawn, with a rainbow under his feet, and a question mark next to it, as if asking, can a rainbow be used as a bridge?

The second one might have been written by an older child: "Mr. Zhuzhu, can you teach us how to play basketball?"

Among them, pigs and basketballs can’t be written, and stick figures are used instead. The piggy above is very cute, and the little pompom looked happily for a long time before turning to the next one.

For half a second, the little pompom thought it was another illiterate child, so it was drawn with black and red strokes.

Until it sees the content of this painting clearly...

Some small people with simple strokes surround a larger one, and the bigger one has a circle head with the word "pig" written on it, which is Zhu Ning.

And each of those little people held a knife composed of blacked-out pointed triangles in their hands, and stabbed it on the little piggy in the middle...

On the entire small note, the strokes of the red signature pen were messyly drawn, which was extremely glaring, like blood splattered in the sky.

Under the messy red strokes, there are many twisted pencil characters: "Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell..."

The little pompom, who was originally happy, felt as if a bucket of icy river water was poured on his head instantly, and the blood in his whole body froze at this moment.

It never thought that such naive lines could contain so much malice and cruelty.

At this time, the little pompom felt something appear behind it, and the cold breath was blowing on the back of its head.

The little pompom felt a small hand grabbing the soft fluff on its back from behind.

"Giggle..."

The children's laughter is right next to the little pompom's ears.

"Mr. Zhuzhu, why don't you die?"