It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 80 is here again.

"Do you know Zhou Xiaoxiao? What's your relationship with her?" Wang Mengmeng avoided answering, but widened her eyes and questioned loudly.

Her eyes were naturally large, wide open, and instead of looking fierce, they had a touch of anime charm. She was a pretty girl with a round face and big eyes.

Wang Mengmeng was in a desperate struggle. She would rather convince herself that Li Xianyu and Zhou Xiaoxiao had known each other or had some knowledge of the matter than face the chilling speculation that terrified her.

Li Xianyu exhaled a puff of green smoke, his gaze landing on Wang Mengmeng's back: "Look into my eyes."

Wang Mengmeng didn't understand what he meant. Upon hearing this, she instinctively looked into Li Xianyu's eyes. As the smoke between them rose and dissipated, she saw her own reflection in those bright eyes, and a ghostly figure in a school uniform standing behind her...

Zhou Xiaoxiao?!

A tremendous fear exploded within her; it felt as if cold snakes were crawling down her spine. Wang Mengmeng's legs went weak, and she screamed as she threw herself into Li Xianyu's arms, "Help me..."

Her voice sounded like that of a traveler shivering in the dead of winter.

Li Xianyu looked down at her pale face and wrapped his left arm around Wang Mengmeng's waist. The latter felt slightly relieved, gripping Li Xianyu's arm tightly, her heart pounding, and pleaded, "Save me."

As she spoke, her eyes kept glancing backward, but she didn't dare turn around.

Wang Mengmeng didn't know if Li Xianyu could save her; she was just instinctively calling for help, and the man beside her gave her a strange sense of security.

Wow, this girl has a great figure... Li Xianyu hugged the big-eyed cutie and silently gave her a point in his mind.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?" Li Xianyu asked.

Wang Mengmeng's expression shifted, and she bit her lip. "Yes, Zhou Xiaoxiao was locked in the boiler room."

Li Xianyu's eyelids twitched. According to his half-baked legal knowledge, even if this matter did not constitute murder, it would still incur criminal liability.

"You were involved too?" he asked in a deep voice.

Wang Mengmeng's expression was strange. She nodded, then shook her head: "Zhou Xiaoxiao is withdrawn and doesn't like to communicate with others. She's also a bit petty and often argues with classmates over trivial matters. Over time, she became isolated. Later, her classmates discovered that even if they bullied her, no parents would come to the school to make a scene, and the teachers didn't really care. So she became the target of bullying among the girls in the class."

All forms of school violence in this world boil down to a few factors: poor social skills, lenient school punishments, and irresponsible parents.

Wang Mengmeng suddenly shivered, snuggling closer to Li Xianyu, trembling. At that moment, Zhou Xiaoxiao's vengeful spirit stood beside her, its pale face almost pressed against Wang Mengmeng's.

"Two of the girls were the worst. Their daily fun was bullying her with their gang. They threatened her that if she dared to tell the teacher, they would have her raped and her face slashed. Zhou Xiaoxiao got scared, and after a while, she got used to it. They stole her pocket money, kicked her into the latrine ditch in the girls' restroom, and dragged her to the grass behind the school to punch and kick her... She didn't even know how to fight back anymore; she just endured it. Those two girls came from well-off families; their parents were business people and had some business dealings with my family. I was also part of their group, but I never bullied Zhou Xiaoxiao on my own initiative, though I didn't stop them either. Zhou Xiaoxiao wasn't a likable girl to begin with."

She couldn't see that Zhou Xiaoxiao's face was already extremely contorted, and her bloodshot pupils were gradually being replaced by cataracts.

When dealing with vengeful spirits, two points must be noted: First, do not make eye contact with them. Second, do not address them by their names.

If you keep something in mind, it will surely have an echo; but if you call out its name directly, it is very likely to attract vengeful spirits.

Li Xianyu frowned, tensing all his muscles, his qi and blood surging. Zhou Xiaoxiao seemed to have been scalded and quickly floated away.

Wang Mengmeng suddenly felt the chill recede, and the person in front of her seemed to radiate warmth, gradually warming her icy body. She pressed her delicate frame against Li Xianyu: "That day after school, everyone else had left, leaving only the four of us. Those two beat up Zhou Xiaoxiao and pushed her into the boiler room, saying that if she dared to stay there one night, they wouldn't bully her anymore. I felt that was wrong, but I didn't want to argue with them for Zhou Xiaoxiao's sake, so I turned a blind eye..."

"Who knew Zhou Xiaoxiao would die the next day?"

"We were all scared, and we agreed not to tell anyone about it, and to treat it as an accident during hide-and-seek."

"After all these years, although they no longer mention Zhou Xiaoxiao, I could sense at the gathering that day that they actually regretted what they had done. So, at a classmate's suggestion, they said those things to the boiler room, and saying those things probably made them feel much better. I did as they said. But who knew..."

Wang Mengmeng's big eyes were filled with tears, about to fall.

Li Xianyu closed her eyes, imagining the scene of them returning to school.

A group of young people, now adults, returned to their alma mater, their faces filled with regret for their classmates who had died young. Three girls stood at the front, recalling the mistakes they had made in their youth, deeply remorseful, and hoping that the departed souls could rest in peace.

Rather than feeling remorse, Li Xianyu felt that what she said and did was simply to make herself feel better.

They didn't have spiritual eyes, so they couldn't see into the boiler room. Perhaps, just as they were bowing their heads in worship, that young vengeful spirit was standing right in front of them.

After saying what needed to be said and doing what needed to be done, everyone turned and left, continuing to move forward into the future.

In the instant they turned around, as if forgiven, they felt relaxed, laughing and talking. No one noticed that the departed soul was following behind them.

Li Xianyu opened his eyes and saw Wang Mengmeng's nervous expression, as well as the vengeful spirit lurking not far away.

In the ghosts formed from obsession, vengeful spirits cannot communicate. The brother who had an unresolved bond with his dog had a clear consciousness because his mind was not corrupted by resentment.

In this incident, the two girls have already suffered an accident. They were junior high school students at the time, so even if the truth came out, they would not be held responsible, and the law would forgive them.

But the law of cause and effect in this world is unforgiving, so they do not deserve sympathy.

What about Wang Mengmeng? Should she, who played the role of a bystander in this incident, pay the price with her life for her indifference back then?

Li Xianyu couldn't help but recall the heated online debate, no less intense than the "salty" versus "sweet" debate: helping you is a favor, not helping is one's duty.

But if Wang Mengmeng had stood up then, or gone to talk to the teacher afterwards, perhaps Zhou Xiaoxiao wouldn't have died.

The possible price to pay is following in Zhou Xiaoxiao's footsteps and being ostracized by classmates...

Li Xianyu suddenly chuckled. Why think so much? He had been through school bullying himself. There were always one or two classmates who were isolated and bullied. But in those years, including himself, who stood up and spoke out against injustice?

Since most people can't do it, why should Wang Mengmeng be expected to do it?

"Close your eyes." He reached out and covered Wang Mengmeng's big eyes, took out the national emblem, which was becoming less and less useful these days, and flicked it with his finger.

The national emblem transformed into a streak of light and disappeared, with faint arcs of electricity flashing across it, piercing through Zhou Xiaoxiao's vengeful spirit.

A wisp of invisible blue smoke rose up, and the vengeful spirit vanished into nothingness.

"You two are getting along so fast?" Zhao Yi and his girlfriend came around the corner and witnessed this scene. Yang Guangtai, who looked "utterly exhausted," was also with them.

"It's alright now." Li Xianyu patted her shoulder.

Wang Mengmeng completely ignored Zhao Yi and the other two, cautiously looking around. Naturally, she couldn't see Zhou Xiaoxiao, who had already vanished into thin air. Still unwilling to get out of Li Xianyu's arms, she boldly cupped Li Xianyu's cheeks with her two small hands: "I want to see your eyes. You, you look around."

"Is your roommate really that good at flirting with girls?" Zhang Hui asked incredulously.

"Isn't it your best friend flirting with my brother?" Zhao Yi clicked his tongue repeatedly.

"....." Yang Guangtai.

Damn it, I was the one who liked it first!

Is this the difference between a single dog and a single nobleman?

Wang Mengmeng clearly couldn't escape the clutches of the salted fish; she didn't like the plain-looking girl inside, and this "blind date" was about to fall apart.

I guess I'll just go to the internet cafe to play games; a girlfriend is unnecessary.

After several attempts, Wang Mengmeng finally breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Zhou Xiaoxiao was not in Li Xianyu's eyes. She collapsed onto Li Xianyu, completely exhausted.

"Will she... will she still stay with me?"

"Won't."

"Can I trust you?" Wang Mengmeng asked, looking weak and vulnerable.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Li Xianyu pushed her away and walked towards the private room.

So cool... Wang Mengmeng stared at his back and suddenly had a heart attack.

Dinner continued, and Wang Mengmeng took the initiative to move closer to Li Xianyu, feeling safe only when she was next to him. Zhao Yi and the others smiled ambiguously.

Li Xianyu inexplicably yet naturally became the target of being forced to drink. Yang Guangtai took the opportunity to retaliate, grabbing Li Xianyu and drinking him to death, but he couldn't outdrink Li Xianyu, so he forcibly dragged Huang Yicong into the group.

"What's wrong with you lately? You seem so absent-minded," Yang Guangtai said.

During the meal, Huang Yicong barely spoke, his face showing signs of kidney deficiency, and his eyes were vacant.

Upon hearing this, he forced a laugh, raised his glass, and clinked it with Li Xianyu's.

"Are you alright?" Li Xianyu asked with concern.

He shook his head and downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.

Li Xianyu patted his shoulder, and the moment his palm touched him, his eyes burned again. He covered his eyes, and hot tears streamed down his face.

Thank you to "Wang Hongtai" for the generous donation. I will finish the 10,000-word update first, and then see if I can write out the bonus chapter for the donation.

Suddenly I feel so panicked. I only wrote 5,000 words today. I still have half the word count left. I asked my sister for some women's clothing, a pleated mini skirt.

(End of this chapter)