Song Ziyang originally thought that Qingtian was here, but he didn't expect that he would go back to school.
Probably because this guy saw Ye Lianxin going home, he ran back. Song Ziyang started the car as fast as possible and rushed into the school in a hurry.
Stopping directly outside Qingtian's dormitory, Song Ziyang rushed forward quickly, but did not see Qingtian.
Yan Rujian looked at the furious Song Ziyang and raised his eyebrows: "Qingtian has only been away for more than ten minutes. Why, hasn't he gone back yet? Brother Song, has something happened?"
The anxiety on Song Ziyang's face gradually disappeared. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his deep gaze seemed to look directly into Yan Rujian's heart: "It's nothing, I just went back to Qingtian for a drink. Maybe I drove here, so
, didn’t notice him.”
Yan Rujian looked calm and smiled: "Oh, that's right. Today he came back to have a drink with me. He drank so much that my head hurts now. Brother Song, if you have a chance, you have to avenge me!"
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"Sure, as long as I find him, I will definitely help you take revenge!" Song Ziyang smiled slightly and said goodbye.
Looking at his leaving figure, Yan Rujian thought for a moment, shook his head, and returned to his room. Since Song Ziyang was unwilling to say anything, he naturally had no reason to coerce him.
After Song Ziyang left Qingtian's residence, he did not drive, but quickly searched the school.
The cool night wind is like a thin steel knife, hitting people's bodies, making it cold and dull.
There was a hint of anxiety in Song Ziyang's eyes.
If something hadn't happened to Qingtian, he would never have called him so easily.
Just as he was thinking about it, Song Ziyang suddenly smelled a faint scent of blood on his nose. Although it was blown away by the wind, how could he hide it from him?
Song Ziyang turned around and ran towards the direction where the smell of blood came from.
Soon, he saw Qingtian behind a field of holly.
Qingtian is lying on the ground, unconscious. His image is extremely miserable, his hair is messy, he is covered in blood, his face is pale, and in his abdomen, a Yin Hong has almost solidified.
"Qingtian!" Song Ziyang rushed over quickly, and after just a brief inspection, he was relieved. The silver needle in his right hand fell quickly. More than a dozen silver needles fell on Qingtian almost instantly.
Qingtian looked embarrassed, but his injuries were not serious. Although there was blood on his abdomen, it was only a little broken. In fact, what really made him unconscious were a few punches on his chest.
Song Ziyang quickly massaged him with his right hand, and took out a white pill in his hand and fed it to him.
"Uh, bastard, let's see if your grandpa doesn't kill you..." Qingtian started to curse before he opened his eyes. When he saw clearly that it was Song Ziyang, he was slightly startled: "Old, boss..."
His voice was weak, but it made Song Ziyang breathe a sigh of relief. Since he still wanted to kill others, it proved that at least he could not die.
"Woo, boss, you are here, you have to avenge me..." Qingtian suddenly began to sob in a low voice.
Song Ziyang frowned: "What revenge? Tell me first, what is going on?"
Qingtian gritted his teeth and said: "I was walking here just fine, and suddenly a middle-aged man jumped out and started beating me as soon as I got out of the car. Who did I offend? I'm paralyzed, and disaster fell from the sky!"
"Middle-aged man?" Song Ziyang was a little surprised. He originally thought it was the Japanese people.
As Qingtian told him, Song Ziyang gradually understood. The cause of this incident was that the man drove his car in the school and shook him with his headlights. Qingtian immediately cursed, who knew that the other person would hit him after getting out of the car?
.With Qingtian's temper, if he doesn't hit people, he will have to burn incense. Now that someone is looking for trouble with him, how can he swallow this breath?
"Idiot!" Song Ziyang cursed angrily: "I'm just here to trouble you!"
"Yes, I already guessed it when he beat me to the ground!" Qingtian smiled bitterly: "Damn, that grandson is so damn shady. After beating him, he suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
He gave me a sharp blow with the knife. Before I could react, he knocked me unconscious with two punches."
"Then why did you call me?" Song Ziyang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Qingtian was suddenly stunned: "Calling? I'm already dizzy. How can I call you? Boss, didn't you hear that something happened to me and came to see me specially?!"
Song Ziyang didn't speak, but glanced to the side. Qingtian turned his head and saw his mobile phone.
"Damn it, when did I call you? Damn it, did someone beat me with two punches and lose my memory?" Qingtian frowned. The two people's eyes touched lightly, and then they were very calm.
separate.
There is something strange about this matter.
It stands to reason that the other party was here to cause trouble, but why did he just beat Qingtian unconscious? He also used Qingtian's mobile phone to call himself. It was clear that he didn't want anything to happen to him. Could it be that he was really just
Simply want to teach Qingtian a lesson?
Song Ziyang narrowed his eyes slightly: "You wait here, I will pick up the car and take you to the hospital!"
Qingtian nodded: "Boss, hurry up, I can't hold on for long. I feel like I've lost half my life while I'm unconscious!"
Song Ziyang smiled and helped him up, got up and ran towards the way he came.
The air seemed to be silent for a moment, the night wind was still howling, but the surroundings were empty, except for the sound of the wind, there was no sound. After all, at this time, the school had entered the time to turn off the lights.
After a while, when there was still no movement, Qingtian couldn't help but muttered: "Oh my god, why hasn't the boss come yet?"
Still silent.
At this time, Song Ziyang slowly jumped out from behind a tree and walked over quickly. He and Qingtian looked at each other, and Song Ziyang slowly shook his head: "No one!"
Qingtian let out a sigh of relief. It turned out that Song Ziyang said he was going to get the car, but after running back for a while, he immediately concealed himself and sneaked back quietly. And Qingtian has always been willing to cooperate.
His words seemed to be unintentional just now, but they were just trying to lure the other party out.
The other party injured Qingtian and called him over. Song Ziyang thought that the other party was coming for him, but he didn't expect that he made a mistake.
"Let's go!" Song Ziyang picked up Qingtian.
"Boss, you are not planning to carry me to the hospital like this, are you?" Qingtian said in an exaggerated voice.
Song Ziyang rolled his eyes at him: "You are so beautiful!"
With that said, the two of them walked in the direction of parking.
Until he and Qingtian disappeared, the surroundings were still quiet. After Song Ziyang's car drove by, a black figure slowly stood up next to a stone more than 30 meters away, his brows slightly furrowed.
, said calmly: "One needle determines life and death, and one needle determines yin and yang. Is this the Thirteen Needles of the Gate of Ghosts?"
After saying that, he drifted away, and behind him, a strand of long hair seemed to be blown by the wind...