Chapter 595 Screwed Up!

The little boy was getting ready to fight.

He decided to pick a few parents to beat up.

He was small,

because he died young,

and wouldn't grow taller after becoming a zombie.

But he wasn't stupid. Anyone with the ability to think, if you let them live for five hundred years, they would generally be smarter than the average person.

So,

he tried to adopt the old Taoist's values,

and according to his own understanding,

found the people he wanted to hit.

Deep in his eyes,

a black luster began to flow,

and his qi was also stirred.

It just so happened that a couple of parents were going to the restroom in the front, making it easy to strike.

However,

just then,

a pressure suddenly descended,

falling directly on him.

The pressure wasn't heavy.

It didn't directly knock the little boy to the ground,

and,

the little boy raised his head slightly,

and easily dispersed the pressure.

Interesting.

The little boy retracted his fist.

If he hit ordinary people, he might be blamed by the boss if he hit the wrong person.

But if they weren't ordinary people, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Clearly,

this small training class,

was truly "rich in reserves."

The little boy went directly to the third floor. The third floor was the teachers' office, and there were also a few empty classrooms. However, it was clear that the training class had no plans to expand in the near future. There weren't even desks and chairs in those empty classrooms.

He pushed open the door of an office.

There was no one inside.

After walking in,

the little boy found that it was full of silk banners.

"Peach and plum trees do not speak, yet a path is formed beneath them."

"Teaching and educating people with high moral standing."

"It takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to nurture people."

The banners should have been sent by the parents of the students from previous training classes.

Clearly,

although the number of students in this training class wasn't very large,

it had maintained a strong vitality,

and had a very good reputation among parents.

They didn't even need to advertise.

Relying on parents to introduce it was enough to guarantee enrollment.

After all,

in this day and age,

it was a bit difficult to find a top student with both good character and academic performance in your own neighborhood who was sure to get into Peking University or Tsinghua University.

What really caught the little boy's attention,

was actually a landscape painting hanging in the center of the wall.

In the painting, an old man was sitting under a tree holding a book,

with a group of children sitting below,

listening to his lecture.

"You're here."

The little boy walked to the painting,

and put his hand on the old man in the painting.

Instantly,

the painting began to turn black.

The old man in the painting seemed to move,

and his figure began to grow bigger and bigger,

almost taking up most of the space.

"Demonic and heretical ways, how dare you run wild in this scholarly place!

Know that there are gods three feet above your head,

know that we scholars cultivate a body of righteous qi!"

The voice was loud and clear.

If a thief sneaked in and was greeted with this,

they might be directly scared to tears,

and even have their sense of shame infinitely expanded, eventually kneeling on the ground in repentance.

But the little boy wasn't a thief. He was much older, and his level was much higher.

As the current number one hitman under Boss Zhou of the Late Night Bookstore,

if he was really frightened by the person in the painting,

then Boss Zhou could really just find a piece of tofu and kill himself.

"Demonic and heretical ways?"

The little boy revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The nails on his hands grew out,

with a "crackle" sound,

the painting was cut in half at the waist.

However,

the painting didn't fall to the ground, but floated up again, and was reattached.

The ink in the painting began to ripple,

in clumps,

in lines,

as if ripples were rising on the ground.

The old man, holding a book,

jumped out of the painting,

and directly slapped the little boy's forehead!

"Pa!"

He hit him.

The little boy didn't dodge,

he just calmly looked at the old man in the painting in front of him,

as if he were looking at an idiot.

The old man had been full of confidence from the beginning.

Earlier, he sensed the qi of his attack below and released pressure to warn him,

and then his scolding combined with his current attack on himself,

all seemed so confident.

The little boy wanted to laugh a little,

because the old man didn't seem to understand at all,

how terrifying the gap between them

really was!

He was a zombie,

a great zombie of hundreds of years!

Not just any cat or dog that could be dealt with casually!

"Roar!"

Fangs were revealed,

a roar of anger!

Instantly,

the painting began to tremble,

the old man's figure directly collapsed,

and finally,

with a "pa" sound,

the painting fell to the ground.

In the painting,

the old man who originally held a book and taught students was now hiding behind a large tree, only revealing a little bit of his sleeve, shivering!

The little boy sighed.

At this time,

he realized,

that since the boss brought him out of the mountains and into the city,

his temper had become increasingly mild.

If it were the former him standing here,

this old coward would probably be directly scared witless,

how could he dare to come and tease him while presuming on his status?

The little boy couldn't say he liked this change, of course, he couldn't say he hated it either.

He had talked to Attorney An about this matter.

Attorney An's answer was: This is good.

Compared to the horror of possibly attracting heavenly thunder with just a slight jump,

if he could really learn to restrain his aura and enter the world with a normal heart, it would also be a progress in his state of mind.

The little boy then asked Attorney An,

if the boss was cultivating his state of mind every day.

Attorney An was a little wistful,

and sighed.

…

"Immortal, spare me, Immortal, spare me!"

The old man's voice for mercy came from the painting.

The little boy squatted down,

looking at the painting.

This place,

actually had this kind of thing,

it was really interesting.

Of course, the most interesting thing was the old man's transformation,

actually calling himself Immortal?

His zombie aura had been so clear before,

the little boy didn't believe that the old man in the painting wouldn't know his identity.

This old man,

really was,

shameless.

Forget it,

I'll just beat you up.

He picked up the painting,

preparing to tear it apart.

"Don't, don't, don't! Immortal, even if you want to kill me, you have to let me die with understanding, I didn't do anything!

Even here, I am only receiving nourishment and worship!

The students' parents are grateful here, the parents respect their teachers very much!

Here is also the sound of reading aloud,

I'm just borrowing here to share a little scholarly atmosphere, I didn't do anything, and I haven't provoked you, Immortal!"

The little boy wanted to answer something,

but then felt that answering seemed unnecessary.

He didn't like arguing.

When he lived in the cave, he didn't talk much for a long time.

Later, he met Lin Ke,

and he rediscovered the joy of dialogue and communication.

However,

one thing that could be confirmed was,

this place,

a scholarly place?

Heh,

then what about the student who ran to the bookstore to reincarnate yesterday?

"The parents need this place, which means the parents need me!"

In the painting, the old man continued to defend himself. He didn't want to die. Becoming a spirit or a monster was really not easy. He was reluctant to die in such a muddle-headed way.

The little boy shook his head slightly.

"Then…"

The old man in the painting immediately changed his tune,

and immediately cursed:

"It's none of my business, really none of my business. I'm just hanging here, sharing a little bit of cultural qi.

It's all this bunch of bastards, brats, torturing children, physically punishing children, and brainwashing children, subtly scaring and abusing them!

All mistakes,

are their fault!

It's not even a brand institution officially recognized by the imperial court, how dare they be so arrogant to themselves…"

The little boy continued to shake his head.

"This… it's all the fault of those bastard parents.

They don't have time to take care of their children, they don't know how to educate their children, so they just want to throw their children here, so that they can feel satisfied that this is good for the children, and they have fulfilled their parental responsibilities!

In reality,

they are just taking the stinky garbage at home and putting it outside.

What exactly is going on here,

the parents here know it very well!

The yamen runners have not received reports and came to search,

This place was originally going to be closed,

But those parents were afraid that their garbage would have no place to put it,

and they collectively came to the city, and even petitioned.

They hard-heartedly made this place close and then open again!

It's all the fault of these maggot-hearted parents, it's all the fault of these cheap embryos, it has nothing to do with me, Immortal, it really has nothing to do with me.

It's not easy for the little one to cultivate. Now this world, cultivation is becoming more and more difficult. I beg the Immortal to have mercy. The little one is willing to be a bull and a horse for the Immortal, a bull and a horse."

The little boy still shook his head.

However,

when he was about to tear the painting apart with force,

the scene in the painting suddenly changed,

the figure of the little loli appeared in the painting,

娇羞可人,

宛若昔日初见！ (Jiao xiu ke ren, wan ruo xi ri chu jian - Delicate and charming, like our first meeting!)

The little boy pursed his lips,

then licked his tongue,

this time,

he opened his mouth:

"Can you see through my heart?"

"Immortal, the little one can only vaguely imitate some of the Immortal's fantasies, hehe."

Seeing that his "performance" seemed to be appreciated by this terrifying fiend,

the old man in the painting became even more excited.

He knew,

whether he could survive,

depended on whether he could please the other party.

Immediately,

he began to perform even more vigorously.

The little loli in the painting began to appear in Hanfu,

then she appeared in a school uniform,

then she appeared in a small cheongsam.

The little boy watched with great interest.

The old man became even more excited, and became even more energetic!

Immediately,

the little loli changed into the style of a Japanese xx manga,

hehe,

like it, right?

Can't bear to tear me up, right!

"Roar!"

But at this moment,

the little boy let out an angry roar,

as if the most precious thing in his heart had been brutally desecrated.

The violent aura almost caused dark clouds to gather in the sky above!

"You! Are! Courting! Death!"

Under the green face and fangs, the little boy erupted with the violence deep within the zombie's heart.

Ten fingers directly pierced down,

He was going to tear this painting and the spirit inside into

a million pieces!

"…" The old man in the painting.