Dragon Clan: My Word Spirit is refreshed every week

Chapter 163 The children cursed by the White King

Half an hour later, Zhou Xuan arrived at the mission school deep in the mountain.

Ling took out his Macbook and handled the task on the Hummer. Zhou Xuan was greeted respectfully by the school staff and walked into the school, which was more airtight than an ordinary prison.

The person responsible for leading the way was a young man who seemed to be in his early twenties, with an ordinary appearance and a reserved look.

He nodded and bowed to Zhou Xuan, his words full of awe, and led him into a room similar to a prison visiting room.

A huge alloy fence stretched across the center of the room, cutting the small space in half. The bright and bright sunlight passed through the frosted glass window and fell on the soft-backed seat on Zhou Xuan's side.

There was only a wooden bench on the other side of the fence, and there was no sunlight. The air was filled with coldness and gloom, as if the lives of the students were about to be tested.

"Please wait here for a moment. I will pick up those students right away for review." The young man bowed deeply and respectfully to Zhou Xuan, with unconcealable fear in his tone.

"Yeah." Zhou Xuan nodded.

He knew the source of the other party's fear.

Nine times out of ten the caregivers in this school are children who originally studied here.

After graduating as adults, they are not allowed to return to society and can only work in schools as cleaners, cooks, and caregivers.

As for the law enforcers of the eight Sheqi clan who come once a year, they are gods who can control their life and death in a single thought. Naturally, they are afraid that the slightest neglect will lead to death.

According to Zhou Xuan's understanding, many years ago there were indeed some law enforcement officers who were intoxicated by this illusory power and did some things that were unspeakable but in line with the Yamato national origin.

For example: "Ma'am, you don't want your rubric to be marked with a red color code, do you?"

"Ah!? Then... then, please."

To be honest, it is not surprising that this kind of thing happens among law enforcement officers.

In addition to inheriting the fine traditions of the Yamato nation, the law enforcement officers of our family were basically the most vicious double-headed red sticks on the road before they had a career.

They belong to other players who have Satan tattooed on their bodies, and they have Satan tattooed on their bodies.

However, after Yuan Zhisheng became the director of the Executive Bureau a few years ago, he killed a group of scumbags quickly and severely, and strictly restricted the behavior of his law enforcement officers. Only then did he return the peace to the Executive Bureau.

There is a saying that young men like Xianggui who were born in Japan are indeed overqualified and have gone astray.

While Zhou Xuan was thinking in his mind, he was conducting psychological assessments for each student and filling out the rating forms.

As each child came in and out, the expression on his face became more and more silent, and it felt like there were lead weights stuffed into his heart, making him breathless.

This missionary school contains students at three levels: elementary school, junior high school and high school. The children's ages range from six to eighteen years old.

According to Zhou Xuan's observation, the younger the children, the more they look like children.

This sentence may sound like nonsense, but it is indeed the true feeling in his heart.

When six or seven-year-old children come in for psychological examination, they usually have smiling faces, as cheerful as primary school students on a spring outing.

Some were naughty, some were quiet, but they all blinked their innocent big eyes, looked at Zhou Xuan expectantly, and asked similar questions.

"Uncle, when can I see my parents again?"

"Uncle, when will my parents take me out?" Faced with this question, Zhou Xuan racked his brains but could not come up with an answer.

He couldn't bear to lie to these children, but he couldn't tell them the cruel truth.

"The moment your bloodline is determined to be unstable and you are identified as ghosts, your parents will no longer want you."

"Don't wait, they won't come to see you again, and they won't be able to take you out."

Although the dragon blood in his body has far exceeded that of ordinary dragon kings, Zhou Xuan still does not have the heart of stone like dragons, and he cannot say these sharp words.

Facing those children, Zhou Xuan had no choice but to change the subject abruptly and ask them: "Is there anything you want? You can tell me anything you want, and uncle will bring it to you soon."

After getting the answer, Zhou Xuan will write down the answers and names one by one.

Perhaps because no law enforcer has ever made a similar promise before, the children will soon report what they want with great interest.

Condam robots, Jump comics, Lego bricks, baseball gloves, Barbie dolls, Yamazaki whiskey and more.

Of course, the young and promising kid who talked about Yamazaki Whiskey, under Zhou Xuan’s words and deeds, deeply realized that drinking alcohol is harmful to health, and successfully changed his ways and changed his ways.

But such interesting episodes are few and far between, and more are as heavy as a mountain.

Zhou Xuan found that children who stayed in this missionary school for one year would no longer ask questions like "Will their parents come to pick them up?" or "When can they go out?"

Their childish faces generally showed a mixture of numbness and fear.

Some children who have not even reached puberty have expressions on their faces as lifeless as those of middle-aged people who have been beaten repeatedly by life and have gone through hardships.

When they faced Zhou Xuan's questions, they were hesitant and hesitant, for fear that they would make some mistake or offend Zhou Xuan, and be labeled with an orange or red color mark.

In this regard, Zhou Xuan, who has always been eloquent, was also a little speechless.

He suddenly remembered what the gray-haired old professor said when he was taking a medical knowledge class at Kassel College.

"Doctors are benevolent. These four words sound very good, and they contain countless people's expectations and praise for medical workers."

"But with all due respect, if you want to stay as a doctor for a long time, I advise you to be more ruthless."

"Have empathy for every patient and think about what you feel. You will have a nervous breakdown soon. People who are too gentle are not suitable to be doctors."

At that time, Zhou Xuan felt that these words were a bit biased and a bit too extreme.

But now he is silent.

"The White King's direct pollution made the blood of Japanese mixed-races generally powerful, but it also caused these innocent victims. The White King's curse is not only facing the emperor, but is rooted in all Japanese mixed-races."

"Master Yue is right, this bloodline should be completely cut off." Zhou Xuan sighed in his heart.

At this time, a cold chuckle suddenly sounded in his ears, with a bone-chilling chill, as if coming from the Nine Netherworld.

Zhou Xuan looked around vigilantly, but did not find the rusty bronze pillar or the figure of the white-haired woman.

The door to the room opened again.

(End of this chapter)