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Chapter 36 Leaving
Seeing that his efforts were in vain, the sturdy man suddenly kicked the old wooden box next to him, and the box broke apart with a clang.

His face flushed red as he roared, "You bastard, where the hell did you put your keys? Find them for me!"
"I... I just fell down, and when I got up I couldn't find it..."

"You son of a bitch, you're so clumsy, like a blind kid, all you do is cause trouble for me!"

Just at this moment, the criminals in the house seemed to be startled by some unusual movement outside.

One of them rushed to the door like a lit firecracker, grabbed the door handle with his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, and opened the door with a "clatter". His eyes were like materialized steel knives, sweeping around viciously.

However, it turned out that it was the two accomplices outside the door who came over to urge and investigate after seeing that no one responded for a long time.

The man quickly told the story. Several people frowned, but still went upstairs together to try to help find the key and break the door.

The cold wind seemed to have found an outlet and rushed into the house. The few dim light bulbs in the house were like candles in the wind, swaying violently, and the light and shadows danced wildly on the walls and the ground.

Hu Xiaobei hid on the roof, sensing every move in the house with his spiritual consciousness.

He secretly felt lucky that he had become more and more proficient in controlling his shadow abilities during this period of time. This time, he could only rely on it to stop these criminals.

Seeing that their attack was fruitless, the traffickers became increasingly anxious.

There was a particularly burly fellow with a flushed face and bulging veins on his forehead, looking like an enraged bull.

While roaring "I've been possessed by evil spirits today", he pulled out a shiny dagger from his waist and stabbed it at the crack in the door. The sharp sound of metal collision was like nails scratching on a blackboard, which made people's scalp numb.

The others were not idle either. Some of them found sticks and banged on the door. Every bang made the dust on the door frame fall off.

But the inner door protected by the shadow seemed indestructible as if it were cast with an ancient seal.

The children in the house were frightened by the scene and cried even more miserably. Even though their mouths were sealed with tape, the dull cries still echoed in the house.

Hu Xiaobei was extremely anxious, but he could only pray silently in the dark for the police to arrive soon.

He controlled the shadow to lock the door tightly, not daring to relax at all, for fear of any mishap.

At this moment, the leading man yelled at the top of his voice, his face filled with anger, "Fuck! There's no time left! Get the hell out! Hurry up!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the traffickers rushed downstairs.

Hu Xiaobei's expression tensed, thinking to himself that something was wrong. The shadow changed instantly, and a thin black line set up a hidden ambush at the stairs ahead of everyone else.

"Ouch!"

As one person tripped, several people followed suit and fell.

"Do you know how to go down the stairs? Do you have eyes? You can get into trouble even when you go down the stairs. Are you deliberately causing trouble, or are you confused? And you, stay away from me."

Under Hu Xiaobei's control, the shadows turned into tentacles that seemed to appear and disappear, quietly swimming towards the power switches, doors, windows, and gaps.

Just as they were shouting and cursing, the power switch went off and the lights in the house mysteriously went out at the same time.

For a moment, even the doors and windows were closed without knowing when, and the entire bungalow was pitch black, with no light at all.

"Fuck, why is there a power outage?"

One of them cursed and took out his cell phone. Just as he was about to use the flashlight function of the small brick, a dark shadow came and hit his hand.

The blow was not very strong, but it just happened to knock the phone to the ground. The man cursed and squatted down to touch it, but he couldn't find the phone.

Another person took out a lighter and was about to light it, but it was as if he was slapped in the face. The lighter fell to the ground and could not be found anymore.

There were also a few people who brought cell phones and lighters, and just like them, problems arose as soon as they took them out.

At this point in time, even without turning on the lights, it wouldn't be so dark, but now it was pitch black in the house.

Coupled with all the strange things that happened just now, everyone couldn't help but feel nervous.

As the saying goes: If you don't do bad things, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. If you do bad things too often, it's inevitable that you will feel a little scared when walking at night.

Everyone made up their minds to follow their memories and walk towards the door, but it seemed like they were just wandering around in the living room, walking back and forth, but couldn't find the door, as if they were trapped in a maze.

From time to time, I would bump into some debris, or be tripped and fall, and I always felt like some ghost was touching me from time to time.

For a moment, everyone was shocked and frightened, but they still couldn't get out.

Just when the criminals were about to despair, the sound of the sirens, which symbolized hope, came from far away, like the sound of nature, breaking the silent night sky. The red and blue police lights flashed and jumped, illuminating the entire street.

The faces of the criminals in the house turned pale in an instant, like eggplants hit by frost, and they collapsed to the ground as if they had lost their souls, with the weapons in their hands clanging and scattering all over the ground.

The policemen descended from the sky like divine troops, quickly surrounding the house. The black muzzles of their guns were like stars in the dark night, pointing majestically at the criminals and shouting harshly.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the criminals no longer had the strength to resist and were handcuffed one by one and taken to the police car.

The police carefully untied the ropes on the children and gently untied the tapes. The children cried and shouted as they threw themselves into the warm embrace.

While everyone was busy and the scene was chaotic, Hu Xiaobei locked his eyes on the direction of the school, and his shadow wings gathered momentum.

He bent his legs slightly and exerted force quickly. At first, his steps were light, but then they quickened. With the sound of "bang bang", his strength gradually accumulated. With the third step, he pushed off the ground hard and rushed out like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, he leaped high into the air, his posture as nimble as a hawk swooping down on its prey. The shadow behind him suddenly expanded and transformed into a pair of broad dark wings, their edges as sharp as blades, emitting a faint light under the moonlight.

The wind whistled in my ears, and my figure seemed to blend into the night, quietly disappearing into the mottled light and shadow, gliding straight to the school, leaving only a noise behind.

At this time, Hu Xiaobei's heartbeat gradually stabilized. He looked back at the house in mid-air, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The moonlight is bright, it is a beautiful night.
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The dusk was like an old clock turned upside down, wrapping the cemetery invisibly. The setting sun was like a wound, oozing with dim orange light, passing through the pine and cypress forest, casting sparse and lonely shadows on the ground.

The wind whimpered and shuttled through the forest, rustling the branches and leaves, like the sigh of a loved one, adding a bit of melancholy.

Hu Xiaobei stood quietly in front of the grave. The twilight stretched his figure long and thin, like a lonely tree in the wilderness, isolated from the world and full of loneliness.

In front of him, paper money is neatly stacked, as if carrying the simple warmth of past life.

He leaned over to light a match, and the flame shot out with a "hiss", and the orange-red flame spread in an instant. The paper ashes flew around like nostalgic black butterflies, carrying their emotions and sinking into the lead-gray sky.

He squatted and fiddled with paper money, concentrating on the fire. His eyes were as deep as a pool. Under his calmness, there was attachment and reluctance, but they were locked by tenacity, revealing only restraint.

The firelight outlines the contours of the face, revealing a toughness amidst the youthfulness, and telling of the responsibility of growth.

The wind blows my hair, like the caress of an old friend, and the past years come to mind: under the old eaves, a child sits with his chin in his hands, his grandmother tells him stories while waving a palm-leaf fan, and the stove is cooking delicious warm porridge with the smoke of fire.

Now all has turned into fragments of memories, and he is left wandering alone.

The fire gradually weakened, the paper ashes accumulated into a small "hill", and the breeze blew away the last of the blue smoke.

Hu Xiaobei stood up, brushed off the dust from his knees, and looked outside the cemetery.

In the fields, the rice seedlings are lush and green, with leaves close together, like a green carpet covering the ground. In the afterglow, the tips of the leaves condense into fragments of light, revealing their vigor and vitality.

The winding paths along the ridges of the fields are immersed in the rosy glow, like a flexible silk ribbon leading to the distant hope.

Hu Xiaobei's lips trembled slightly as he murmured softly. His voice was so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing the peace of the world, yet so heavy as if he wanted to engrave every word into his heart.

"Grandpa and grandma, don't worry, I will be fine. Um... I will definitely be fine, and you must be fine too..."

　Volume 1, Chapter 36 updated

　　The second volume will be published as per the normal schedule of two updates per day.
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