HIDDEN EVIL [XIAO SHUXIANG THE SERIES]

HIDDEN EVIL [XIAO SHUXIANG THE SERIES]
277 - Ling Qing Zhu (9)

What happened to Hu Li, including his proposal to Zhi Shu was impossible for Ling Qing Zhu to imagine. He would obviously be very surprised when he woke up later.


It was just that compared to that, Ling Qing Zhu was currently not in a position that could think of anything else. Within the soul landscape of Xiao Shuxiang right now, he clearly looked heavy to step on.


He watched how Xiao Shuxiang's life was going and felt pain in his heart. However it was impossible for him to stop just because it was not strong to see the life difficulties of this figure of his Guardian Guard.


Ling Qing Zhu had to figure out a way to bring Xiao Shuxiang's soul back. Merely, even his voice was not sound-so how could he do it?


When thinking of this, Ling Qing Zhu had been faced with the incident where little Xiao Shuxiang had gone home to the Demon Wolf Sect and completely changed.


There was an incident where one of the disciples of the Demon Wolf Sect was blatantly looking for trouble with Xiao Shuxiang. The boy deliberately spilled ink on Xiao Shuxiang's handwriting and apologized with a condescending look.


The result of the incident was that 7-year-old Xiao Shuxiang turned the brush in his hand and pulled the child's hand in a swift motion.


Without hesitation, Xiao Shuxiang thrust the blunt end of his brush right at the back of the boy's hand. It happened quickly, surprisingly, unexpectedly until it was difficult to avoid.


Ling Qing Zhu froze, looking at the figure of the little Xiao Shuxiang who had now been able to threaten people with practices weaker than him and using his own father's name to make himself respected.


It was the little boy's back.


Even a plain face is without sin.


It looks fragile, but it is actually strong.


It looks beautiful, but thorny.


It's good, but it's so wrapped up in stubbornness that it makes it look evil.


Only when it rains.


Only when it rained and saw Xiao Shuxiang looking up made Ling Qing Zhu know that this boy was spilling his sorrow.


So stubborn. Even without sound. Several things made him remember with himself that he also had a habit of hiding behind the rain.


Feels ... Maybe this is why the sky is so fair with rain. The heavens know that there are those who cannot show any sorrow before others. The sky knows there are people who borrow the rain as a place to lean.


Ling Qing Zhu followed that small step. Xiao Shuxiang was now going to meet his mother.


Ling Qing Zhu thought that this boy would be able to see affection again, but it was unexpected that he expected medicine from someone who could only deliver poison.


Xiao Shuxiang came to see his mother to give up his longing and only ended up with his right hand being deliberately given a wound. Moreover, he was even told to drink poisonous herbs and serve as a guinea pig.


Inhuman. Not having a heart. A bad mother. What kind of demon became the mother of this Guardian of his?! Ling Qing Zhu did not know anymore. He was very upset and really angry.


Ling Qing Zhu closed his eyes only to suppress his emotions. When he opened his eyes, the location moved and he was outside a burning building.


Not knowing what this was, but Ling Qing Zhu gasped upon hearing the sound of an exclamation from Xiao Shuxiang. The boy called his father and mother's names.


Lightning was like snatching on Ling Qing Zhu's head when he saw the figure of Xiao Shuxiang who was in a panic instantly grabbing the sword and then holding it with both hands.


Without warning, Ling Qing Zhu was surprised instead of playing when Xiao Shuxiang slashed the necks of his own father and mother then threw them out of the fire.


Ling Qing Zhu could not help but feel an ache and tremble all over his body. Moreover, he held his breath when he witnessed how Xiao Shuxiang rubbed the cheek from his father's head and called out.


"Dad? Mommy?"


Ling Qing Zhu felt a pain in his heart. What did he just see this? How could Xiao Shuxiang do something that even a child his age could not possibly imagine.


Like whatever the two old men were, Xiao Shuxiang shouldn't have done this. Ling Qing Zhu tried to step up, but every time he walked around his breathing became increasingly crowded and made it difficult.


"Isn't Dad great? Why don't you wake up?! Dad..!"


"Mother ...! Mom, wake..! Mom ...!"


Ling Qing Zhu pressed against his chest. It was a terrible event, unimaginable.


"Tsk, I'm not sure you're really my parents."


Ling Qing Zhu was surprised to hear that cold voice. It felt like he had heard a lightning strike a second time. He watched as Xiao Shuxiang stared intently at the head in his hand and looked extremely annoyed.


The boy then threw the object in his hand to roll and only stopped when it hit the tree trunk.


Ling Qing Zhu had not even had a chance to blink when the boy went back to calling his father and mother names. The boy even ran over, took the head he dropped and started rubbing the cold face very gently.


"Dad's fine, right? Dad's not dead, is he? I ... I've made a mistake. You wake up and punish me,"


Ling Qing Zhu involuntarily shed tears. If someone else saw what he was witnessing, then that person would have already thought Xiao Shuxiang was insane. There might also be people who would think that this boy must be mentally ill to dare to act so far away.


Ignoring those possibilities, this thought will make a view slightly change.


Ling Qing Zhu saw that someone else had a hole in his heart. There are subjects who are injured and have been hurt by people who should protect and be the focus of leaning.


If this was Ling Qing Zhu and when anyone asked her about whether this was sick or not-she would definitely stubbornly hide it and say that she was fine.


Furthermore, even though his face had an incredible calm-he still had a very sensitive older brother and would instantly know what he was trying to hide.


But Xiao Shuxiang was different. This figure would only be silent, have no friends to talk to and no one would listen to his story.


The boy he saw was only able to look up, hold everything in his heart and wait for the sky to rain to help him.


Ling Qing Zhu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His chest was painful and it felt like there was a pain that sliced through his heart.


When he tried to breathe, Ling Qing Zhu heard the rushing sound of water and then started to open his eyes. The location began to move again and this is a forest with a waterfall pool.


Had this change of situation also affected his heart, perhaps it would have been better and he did not feel any deeper pain.


"..............." Ling Qing Zhu slowly started to step up, when suddenly a sound came from his own footsteps.


He gasped because this time his feet could touch the grass and dry leaves to produce sound. At the same time, an exclamation sounded and shocked him.


"Who's there?"


It was the voice of 7-year-old Xiao Shuxiang. The boy was just about to clean himself up inside the waterfall pool when he sensed that someone was watching him.


"Don't hide..! I know you're there. Better get out now,"


"..............." Ling Qing Zhu heard it and frowned. He thought that was it possible for Xiao Shuxiang to see him?


No one came out to make Ling Qing Zhu feel like he had to try to figure it out for himself. If he was seen, then it would be good because he could persuade Xiao Shuxiang's soul to go home.


Slowly, Ling Qing Zhu took one step. His outstretched hand touched the tree trunk and he could now feel how rough the bark of this tree was. Whereas before, he was like a ghost whose body could pierce through anything.


"Who are you?" Little Xiao Shuxiang was surprised. He had never seen this foreign figure.


Ling Qing Zhu blinked, Xiao Shuxiang's gaze pointed at him and it had already proved that his body could now be seen. Moreover, the expression of this boy seemed very clear.


Ling Qing Zhu was breathing slowly. He started to walk a little closer. The look on his face covered with a veil did not change, but the look in his eyes meant something else.


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