The metaphysical mother returns, and the villain son stands at attention

Chapter 268 I can’t figure it out
"You are Zong Yao's classmate, right?" The woman smiled, and the fierce look between her eyebrows faded a little. "He is doing his homework in the study. Why don't you go in and join him?"

Huo Xingchen was just about to say that he didn't bring his homework when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that he had an extra schoolbag.

The woman was not surprised at all by the change in him. She smiled and said, "It's a good thing that you brought your schoolbag with you. Go ahead. You'll have a companion. Auntie will get you some fruit."

Huo Xingchen hesitated for two seconds, but still walked towards the study.

The woman smiled and went back into the kitchen.

The study was easy to find. It was the only one with an open door. From outside the door, you could see a child sitting with his back to the door. He was bending over the table writing something.

Huo Xingchen muttered to himself, this guy looks several years older than he is, how can they do homework together?

He glanced at the kitchen, then turned around and walked around the study to another room with a closed door. He reached out and grabbed the doorknob and pulled it, but the door didn't move at all, as if it was locked.

Huo Xingchen frowned slightly. Does this mean that he can only go to the study room now? He secretly sighed in his heart and went to the study room with an unhappy look on his face.

I hate being given orders, and I hate doing homework even more.

Huo Xingchen rarely did homework when he was in school, but he didn't expect that he would have to experience it again now that he has grown up.

"Zong Yao?" Huo Xingchen called out as he entered the study room. "I'm here to do homework with you."

The man sitting at the desk didn't move.

Huo Xingchen took two steps to the side and turned around to see Zong Yao's hand writing furiously. He called out again in a low voice, "Zong Yao?"

Zong Yao still didn't respond.

Huo Xingchen stepped forward again and stood next to Zong Yao. "You are taking your homework too seriously, aren't you?"

Zong Yao didn't look at him, but he finally responded to his words, "If you don't do your homework well, your hands will be chopped off. I can't let my hands be chopped off again..."

Huo Xingchen's heart sank, and after careful observation he discovered that his left hand was gone, with blood still dripping from the wound, and the severed hand had just fallen to the ground.

The blood had gathered into a small pool under the severed hand. This was only possible in the ghost realm. Under normal circumstances, if this much blood was lost, the person would have already passed out.

"you……"

As soon as Huo Xingchen opened his mouth, Zong Yao turned his head and looked at him. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were filled with black pupils. He didn't look like a living person at all.

Huo Xingchen's expression remained unchanged as he calmly finished his words, "Your wound seems to be quite serious. Go get it bandaged first."

Zong Yao stared at Huo Xingchen with his dark eyes for several seconds. After making sure that Huo Xingchen was not afraid, he turned away as if nothing had happened and muttered to himself, "No, I have to finish my homework first, otherwise my mother will be angry."

Huo Xingchen didn't understand, "Is doing homework more important than your life safety?"

Hearing this, Zong Yao stopped writing for several seconds before continuing to write.

Huo Xingchen sighed, took off the schoolbag on his back, opened it and saw that there was indeed a pile of books inside. He took them out and saw that they were all from the third grade of elementary school.

"What's the homework?" Huo Xingchen put the book on Zong Yao's desk without any hesitation, pulled the chair next to it and sat down.

Unfortunately, he was too small, and when he sat on the chair he was only a head taller than the desk.

Huo Xingchen: ...

At this time, a notebook was handed over, and Zong Yao's voice sounded without anger, "All the homework is on it."

Huo Xingchen took it and flipped through it while sighing, "This child is really well-behaved. He writes down his homework so neatly." For Chinese, math, and English, Huo Xingchen carefully selected one that did not require writing, and recited the Chinese text.

He took out his Chinese textbook and was about to start reciting when he noticed from the corner of his eye that Zong Yao was looking at him.

Huo Xingchen turned his head and looked over. "Why are you looking at me? Have you finished your homework?"

Zong Yao's dark eyes showed a complicated light, as if silently asking - Have you really started doing your homework? Don't you feel something is wrong?
Huo Xingchen raised his hand and turned Zong Yao's head back, "Don't look at me, I won't help you write, do your own things."

Zong Yao: ...

He wanted to try harder, but then he heard a faint voice from the side, "Your mother is coming in."

Like a conditioned reflex, Zong Yao straightened his back a little, lowered his head and continued to write quickly, not daring to say another word.

Huo Xingchen raised his eyebrows silently, "You little brat, you think you can scare me with your little skill?"

Not long after, the woman came in with a tray with a plate of cut fruit and two glasses of milk.

"Eat something before you write." The woman put the food and drinks on the desk, lowered her eyes to glance at Zong Yao's homework book. She was smiling gently in the last second, and turned into a cold-faced devil in the next second.

"Why have you only written so little?" The woman put the milk cup on the table with a clang. The milk in the cup jumped, and Zong Yao jumped as well. He even hugged his head subconsciously.

But he may have forgotten that his left hand was chopped off, his head was not held, and the hideous wound was exposed to the woman.

The woman's eyes instantly turned red. "Are you blaming me? If you weren't angry with me, would I have been so harsh?"

Zong Yao trembled uncontrollably, "No, I, didn't... I know I was wrong, I'll write it right away."

The woman breathed rapidly and stared with bloodshot eyes, as if she would swing the knife and cut off Zong Yao's other hand in the next second.

Suddenly, the woman looked at Huo Xingchen, "Is it because of you? It was you who disturbed Zong Yao! I want to kill you!" The woman raised her hand and raised the kitchen knife!

Huo Xingchen was stunned. Where did this kitchen knife come from? Even if it was the ghost realm, he couldn't be so unreasonable! He didn't say a few words when he came in!

While complaining in his mind, his body reacted very quickly. Relying on his small size, he slipped under the table, then took out the talisman and waited quietly.

Sure enough, the next second Zong Yao was uncovered, and the woman squatted down and reached out to grab him out.

Huo Xingchen shrank back a little further to make room and stuck the talisman on the woman's arm.

In an instant, black smoke came out of the woman's arm, accompanied by a scream. The woman seemed to be on fire, and the smoke spread from her arm to her body. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a pile of ashes, and then turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Huo Xingchen did not relax at all when he saw this, but frowned even more tightly.

The woman died, but the ghost realm was intact. He had found the wrong person.

"You are so amazing." Zong Yao's voice sounded faintly, "Why are you so amazing at such a young age? I wish I was as amazing as you back then."

Huo Xingchen took out the talisman for self-defense again, crawled out from under the desk, and looked at Zong Yao at the door of the study.

Both of his hands were broken, and there were knife wounds on his head. His head and body were covered in blood. It was both scary and heartbreaking.

Huo Xingchen couldn't understand how any mother could bear to hurt her own child?

(End of this chapter)