Undead meow of a certain college

The moment the little one was kicked out, Gojo Satoru subconsciously ran over.

want to catch.

But this is something that has already happened in the memory of Zenyuan Shiya. He is just a spectator now, unable to make any changes to the scene in front of him.

He could only watch, watching his cat in disbelief, watching his cat being so shocked that he forgot to cry.

"Mother……"

The child who has always been held in the palm of his mother's hands, how can he think of his mother's true thoughts at this time.

Gojo Satoru saw Zenyuan Shi also got up clutching his stomach, and approached his mother again.

"Mom, mom..." He stumbled and trot to the woman, trying to hug her leg again.

But this time, before he could actually hug him, he was kicked again, and the little one was hit against the wall, and then fell to the ground.

How could his already frail body withstand such an impact, blood flowed from the corner of Chanyuan Shiya's mouth at that moment.

"Mom..." He lay on the ground, struggling to reach out to the woman.

But the woman didn't seem to see it, and went straight out the door.

The door was closed with a loud bang.

The lights faded and the room darkened.

At the same time, Gojo Satoru felt that Shiya's heart sank in the Chanyuan.

Under the faint light, the red pupils were in chaos.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the cat's face, want to hug the cat.

But the palm passed through Mao Mao's body without leaving a trace.

"Even..."

Gojo Satoru squatted down beside Zenyuan Shiya, accompanied him silently, silently feeling all the emotions of Zenyuan Shiya at this moment.

I don't know how long it took before the scene changed again.

It was again in the courtyard of the Zenyuan family, the place where the Zenyuan even used to play with mud.

Wujo Wu found that Zenyuan Shi had also grown a little taller, and the clothes he was wearing were obviously too small, with a large part of his wrists and ankles exposed.

It was winter and it was snowing.

In the cold wind, the exposed skin showed a terrible red.

Not far away, there are familiar faces.

Gojo Satoru still remembered these faces, these were the same age children who had played in mud with his cat before.

He was about the same height at that time, but now there is a gap. He was obviously the same age at first, but now his cat looks younger than those people.

"Hahahaha! Sick! You have been wearing this dress for two years, right? Why didn't your mother buy you beautiful clothes this time?"

"Oh, I forgot, your mother also said that you are a waste! I don't care about you!"

"Trash! Why don't you talk? Didn't you hear me talking to you?" The boy who was talking grabbed the snow on the ground, rolled it into a ball with force, and threw everything towards the Buddhist monastery.

The deliberately squeezed snowball hit Zenyuan Shiye's forehead, leaving a red mark at that moment.

Pieces of snow fell on Zenyuan Shiya and slipped in from the neckline, bringing even more biting cold.

Gojo Satoru trembled when he saw Zenyuan Shiya, and felt the bone-chilling chill of Zenyuan Shiya at the same time.

Not just the body, but the mind as well.

It was a very mysterious feeling. Although it was chilling, it was not only psychological, but had substance.

Something came from the children in front of them, like they had grown hands, pinched their necks, and grabbed their hearts, making people feel a chill that was more piercing than the one they suffered on their bodies.

As the ridicule of several people became louder, this feeling became more and more obvious.It's as if something is deepening, deepening, and deepening a little bit!

Listening to their mocking words, Zen Yuanshi clenched his fists tightly.

Suddenly, he took a step forward and slammed his clenched fist hard at the leading boy.

Insufficient strength, inertia comes together.

He threw himself at the boy, not caring whether he could still stand there after the punch.

"What!" Wujo Satoru shouted.

The Chanyuan couldn't hear anything, his fist landed on the boy's nose, bleeding out.

Then, the boy fell to the ground with him.

"Trash! How dare you hit me!" The boy looked angrily, as if he couldn't believe that he was beaten to the ground with blood by a trash.

He immediately got up, grabbed Zenyuan Shiye's arm, turned him over, and kicked him heavily in the face.

Just a moment later, blood came out of Zenyuan Shiye's nose.

But the boy still felt that it was not enough, so he continued to kick a few more times.

Zenyuan Shi was also struggling, but the blow just now seemed to have used up all his strength, his weak struggle had no effect at all, and he could only passively bear the attacks one after another.

Gojo Satoru felt the despair of Zenyuan Shiya, and subconsciously kicked the boy.

But just like before, his feet pierced through the boy's body, and it still didn't cause the slightest impact.

This is what has happened, this is a memory, and it cannot be changed.

Unusually, Gojo Satoru felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

It turned out that there were things in this world that he couldn't do.

If possible, I really want to go back to the past, to this time, and save his cat.

He clearly felt that his cat was begging for help, begging for help in his heart, as if saying: Help me, is there anyone who can come and save me.

Having kicked enough, the boy threw Zenyuan Shiya on the ground, and then rolled up a snowball again, hitting Zenyuan Shiye heavily.

"What face do you have to stay at the Chanyuan's house?"

"Waste should have the consciousness of waste!"

The other children also joined him, throwing snowballs on Zenyuan Shiye one after another.

"That's right! Get out of our house! The Chanyuan family doesn't need a waste like you!"

"Get out of our house! Don't drag down the reputation of the Chanyuan family!"

One after another, the snowballs hit Zenyuan Shiye, and soon wet his already thin clothes.

The cold wind blows, and it gets colder and colder.

At this time, Gojo Satoru suddenly found himself in front of him.

he?How could he appear here?He had no such memory at all, and he was sure that he had never been to the Chanyuan home at that time.

Taking a closer look, he found that it was not himself.Like him when he was seven or eight years old, but not quite like him.

Even though it was winter, he was still wearing summer clothes.

He saw that he was standing there like that, his eyes didn't fall into the real place, as if he was looking at somewhere in the void.Not like a real person, just like a phantom that doesn't exist.

Here are the memories of Zenyuan Shiya, and the pictures that Zenyuan Shiya saw at that time.

It's more like...

hallucinations.

Looking at Zenyuan Shiya again, he saw that Zenyuan Shiya was looking at his phantom, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bent.

Actually laughed.

He clearly felt that since his phantom appeared, his cat mood had gradually stabilized.

The suffocating chill was still there, but it was not so obvious, and a more complicated emotion rose in his heart, which relieved the pain.

His cats seem to be used to this?

He couldn't help but think of other things, would his cat see such phantoms all the time?

Otherwise, when thinking about him with Jiangxue, how could he not notice the abnormality.

Soon, he got the answer to this question.

One after another, his phantom would appear in the pictures whenever his cat was being bullied.

Hallucinations are like a good medicine for pain.

When the picture slowed down again, it was late at night.

Zenyuan Shi also walked out of the door, trying to leave the Zenyuan home.

But every step he took was extraordinarily difficult. The further he walked, the slower his steps became, as if something heavy was hanging on his feet, hindering his progress.

His breathing became heavy, as if something heavy was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe.

He didn't know why. He walked forward step by step. At first, blood flowed from his nose, and gradually, blood flowed from his mouth, ears, and eyes.

His footsteps gradually became lighter, as if he was stepping on cotton.

My mind seemed to become lighter, and my thoughts began to wander.

Everything in front of him gradually faded, he closed his eyes, and fell into the darkness.

When the screen lit up again, Gojo Satoru first felt a sense of familiarity.

Like the suffocating chill I felt on those children before.

Only this time, the chill was even stronger, so strong that it almost affected him.

The picture became completely clear, and he saw a familiar figure.

She is Shiya's mother in the Buddhist monastery.

The woman who reappeared as if nothing had happened, still said in a gentle voice: "What, didn't you promise mom that you would never leave mom and always listen to mom?"

"Mother……"

Gojo Satoru looked at Shiya in the Zen garden, he felt the fear of women in his heart, and he felt the chill from the woman.

But he saw that Zenyuan Shiye still stretched out his hand towards the woman.

"Mom... I thought you didn't want me anymore, you finally came to see me..." The Chanyuan even cried and hugged the woman.

"Be good, even be good, why wouldn't mom want you?" The woman smiled softly, patting the back of Zenyuan Shiye, "Mom is still waiting for the day when we will become super powerful."

Zenyuan Shiye's crying suddenly froze.

"Mom... I'm trash."

But the woman continued to say as if she didn't hear it: "What is it, it's time to learn, what are you going to learn today?"

She forcibly carried Zenyuan Shiye out of the bed, and carried him to the desk.

Only then did Gojo Satoru see that this room was something he had never seen in the previous pictures.

Very small room, no window, only a small door.

The woman spent a long time in this room with the Chanyuan, as she used to, as if nothing had happened.

However, the bone-chilling chill has always shrouded the room, and even the air seems to have become thinner, making it difficult to breathe.

It's been a long time.

The chill suddenly became more intense.

Gojo Satoru saw the woman smiling and suddenly changed her face, and slapped Zenyuan Shiya on the face.

"Why! Why are you a piece of shit!" she snapped.

"Mother……"

"Don't call me mom! I don't have a useless son like you!" The woman yelled hysterically, "I don't have a useless son! My son is not a useless son! You are not! You are not my son! I don't, I don't! No! !"

The woman gave the Zen courtyard a push, then turned and ran towards the door.

After quickly leaving the door, there was the sound of the lock being locked, and the lights in the room were also turned off.

Darkness comes.

Just when Gojo Satoru thought the picture was going to change again, he saw something light up in the darkness.

is his phantom.

It's a cat's illusion.