Soon, the person in charge of the martial arts school sent by Kongtong also called Zhang Jiangang and vowed to fully support Mr. Zhang’s project in the near future!
That’s it!
Time passed very quickly, and towards the evening, it began to rain lightly in the East China Sea, and the sky became a little cloudy.
An old man was walking towards a certain elementary school like a ghost.
His face was pale, expressionless, and even a little hair-raising. This man was none other than Yuwen Guo, the Yin King of the Four Heavenly Kings.
Holding a black umbrella in his hand, he stood at the entrance of Donghai City No. 9 Primary School. Many parents who were picking up their children after school walked around.
With the light rain, the cloudy sky, and the blurry face half covered by the umbrella, the straight black shadow stood like this.
Finally, when I saw a primary school student coming out, his blurry face smiled, showing a hint of warmth.
"Grandpa~" Seeing Yu Wenguo, the thin boy in school uniform shouted happily from a distance.
The wrinkles on his face were all gone, and a smile was written on his face, "Hurry up and put up the umbrella~" His movements no longer looked like ghosts. Yu Wenguo hurriedly protected his grandson and blocked the light rain for his grandson.
"Grandpa, I'm already in elementary school. You don't have to come to pick me up anymore. I can go home by myself." The little boy said obediently.
"Okay, okay, grandpa won't come when you grow up, okay." As if a ghost has returned from a ghost, Yu Wenguo said with a loving smile.
"Grandpa, please hit your side a little. Look, you're all wet."
"Okay, okay."
Looking at his grandson, Yu Wenguo had a kind face.
But just after walking less than fifty meters, Yu Wenguo's face slowly turned cold, and his eyes fell on his grandson's neck.
It was a blood stain. Although it had been wiped off, there was still blood stains on the collar of the school uniform. In addition, a large area on the neck was also purple.
"Doudou, what's wrong with your neck?" Yu Wenguo said gently, with a smile returning to his face.
The primary school student named Doudou's eyes were a little dodgeful, and he hurriedly covered his neck with his collar.
"It's okay, grandpa."
"Did that little fat guy bully you again?"
"No~ um." Doudou's eyes were red.
He glanced at his grandson and said, "Well, it's okay. Let's go home first. Let's talk about it later. Grandma made your favorite mackerel dumplings." Yu Wenguo said with a smile and gently caressing his grandson's shoulders.
"Remember what grandpa taught you, if someone bullies you at school, you must fight back, you know, otherwise others will think you are easy to bully and will keep bullying you."
"But grandpa, I...I can't beat him." The little boy cried.
"Okay, okay, it's okay. Let's go home and eat dumplings. Only when you eat well can you grow taller and stronger." Yu Wenguo said with a smile, but his eyes were directed towards a familiar BMW that was driving away not far away.
Looking at the car.
Night fell quickly, and tonight's Donghai City was quickly enveloped by thunder and lightning, followed by heavy rain.
At about ten o'clock in the evening, it was on the 18th floor of a unit in Yuting Mansion, Donghai City.
In the living room of 1801, a man looked at the content in the parents’ WeChat group and smiled disdainfully.
"Dad Jiang Tianhao, your Tianhao bullied his classmates again at school today. Our teacher hopes that as parents you can go back... After all, bullying classmates is very bad. I hope you can let Tianhao give a formal apology to his two children tomorrow.
Sorry."
"And Tianhao has bullied his classmates not once or twice. Today he beat up Yuwen Chengcheng and Xie Xiaoman again." said the class teacher in the WeChat group.
"Dad Tianhao, I hope you can take good care of your son. Our Xiaoman didn't mess with him, so why does he beat her every two days?"
Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Okay, I understand. The child is still young, and it's normal to have a fight." While smiling, the middle-aged man replied, and at the same time glanced at the man chewing in the living room.
The fat son is eating potato chips and playing with his mobile phone while laughing.
"Why is it normal for children to fight and fight? Our Xiaoman has been beaten four times by your son in the past week. When we came back today, our faces were bruised. What if we lose our appearance in the future?" The name is Xie Xiaoman.
The mother of Man’s student replied again in the WeChat group.
The middle-aged man chuckled lightly and said, "What else can you do? Go and check and we will compensate you. Isn't it just money? It's just a fight for a child. There's no need to make a big fuss. It's just a broken skin and it's not a serious injury."
"Dad Tianhao, how could you talk like that? Please apologize immediately."
Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled and immediately closed WeChat on his phone and switched to other software.
"What's wrong?" asked a woman sitting on the chaise longue on the sofa next to her while watching TV and eating melon seeds.
"Haha, it's okay, it's Tianhao School...that parent is making noise in the group," the middle-aged man said.
The woman smiled and said, "Don't worry about them. But don't talk like that. Just apologize in the group and deal with it. Don't fight randomly at school~" Then the woman said casually, and then went to watch TV.
Already.
"I know, Mom." The little fat man responded casually, then stuffed a piece of chicken popcorn into his mouth and played with his phone with twinkling eyes.
"Mudd idiot Liu Bei is playing jungle again! You are a primary school student! You are a pig teammate, are you a loser!" Then the little fat man even cursed at the phone.
And at this moment, suddenly there was a flash of lightning outside the window, and the living room directly reflected was illuminated, followed by a crack of thunder.
"It's such a big thunder. What the hell is the weather in the East China Sea these two days? It scares me." The woman complained as she glanced out the window.
"Look at how timid you are. Why are you afraid of a thunder? It's not like there is a ghost." The man returned with a smile.
And at this moment, suddenly, all the lights in the whole room went out!
Then, another bolt of lightning clicked down, illuminating the entire room, and the faces of the family of three that were illuminated were all white.
After the flash point, the whole room was dark, and the little light next to the mobile phone reflected on my face.
The room was quiet for two seconds. "What happened to the property management company? Why is there a power outage at this time! Call the property management company quickly. Why are you collecting money and not doing anything?" Then the woman said impatiently.
"Let me see if the circuit breaker has tripped. No. OK," the man responded, then picked up the phone and walked to the balcony.
But when he looked outside, the man found that all the other lights in the mansion were on.
At the same time, the call was put through and the property management said there was no power outage.
"Wait a minute, I'll go down and check the main switch of the unit downstairs." The man frowned and said.
But at this moment, amid heavy rain and thunder, in the darkness, there was a knock on the door outside the house.
Dong~dong dong.
The dull, weird knock on the door sounded at a unique frequency, with a depressing tone, like a set alarm clock.
Inexplicably, the couple in the room had strange expressions in the darkness. "Who is it? Real estate?" the woman even asked.
Boom ~ boom, the knock on the door stopped just as the woman stood up to ask. After a few seconds, the knock on the door started again, with the same rhythm.
"I'll go take a look." After swallowing, the man stood up and walked towards the door.
"Who is it?" While smelling, the man looked out through the peephole, but he didn't know why it was dark outside and the lights in the corridor were not on.
The man couldn't help but his heart began to beat a little fiercely. "Who is it?" he asked again.
There was just no answer, only a knock on the door.
"Who is Mad!" The man got angry. He held his mobile phone in one hand and opened the door suddenly with the other.
A flash of lightning lit up the whole house.
Almost the next moment, when the door was opened, there was another flash of lightning outside the building. The lightning illuminated the entire room, and also illuminated a pale, cold, expressionless, empty and indifferent face at the door.
He was holding an umbrella in the corridor, dressed in black, and his empty eyes were looking straight at the man, as if he had crawled out of the morgue.
"I am Cao!"
The next moment, the man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, shivering and moving his butt back.
At the same time, including the woman and the child, they were also frightened and screamed. It was a night of thunder and lightning!
But at this moment, holding an umbrella and standing at the door, the old man showed a strange smile on his pale face, which was creepy.