Han Xiaohan stared, took a long, deep breath, and retracted his sharp gaze. He looked at the girl who was frightened by him apologetically and said to himself, what happened today? !
Just now, when the girl's words reached his ears, he suddenly felt murderous and wanted to turn around and tear the girl to pieces. He clenched his fists, knocked his head painfully, quickened his pace, and wanted to find a place where no one was around to think carefully about what happened to him. But the more he wanted to leave, the more someone would not let him go. The girl who asked the question first shouted, "Stop!"
Han Xiaohan stopped and turned around in confusion. "You, apologize!" The girl stepped forward and said angrily.
"Apologize? What should I apologize for?" Han Xiaohan didn't understand what she meant and became more and more upset.
"Apologize for the look you gave me just now!" The girl stood in front of him. She was less than 1.60 meters tall, a head shorter than him, but she was fearless and her eyes were wide open.
Apologize for the look? This was the first time Han Xiaohan had heard of this. "Being unreasonable!" Apart from this word, he really didn't know how to describe this girl in front of him who was small in stature, small in facial features, and small in everything except her temper. "Who are you saying is being unreasonable?!" The girl pointed at the two girls who were still standing there stupidly behind her and said loudly, "You need to apologize for the scary look you gave me just now, otherwise, I will never let you go!" As she spoke, she grabbed Han Xiaohan's sleeve and stopped him from leaving.
The flame of anger burned in his heart, turning into waves of murderous intent. If he had not lost his sanity, he would not have been able to hold back the impulse that surged from the deepest part of his heart.
He frowned painfully, his long and delicate eyebrows almost twisted into a knot, and he whispered: "Let go."
The girl was shocked. Seeing that the painful expression on his face was definitely not fake, she asked in surprise: "You...what's wrong with you?"
Han Xiaohan's eyes glowed red, almost glowing red, and he moved as fast as lightning, grabbing the girl's slender neck and sternly saying, "Let go!"
The girl felt like she was not being watched by someone, but by a wild beast or a demon. She could be torn to pieces at any time. Her heart sank and she subconsciously loosened her fingers. Han Xiaohan didn't dare to stay for another second. He leaped across the crosswalk, ran to the wall of the nearby School of Engineering, and jumped in.
He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Looking at his hands, he found a faint red mark on the palm of his right hand, which was slowly disappearing.
At this point, he was sure that the Ghost Crying God Howl must have played a role in his body, devouring his sanity. Now, he could also understand why Chi Hui was so cruel and bloodthirsty. It turned out that the Ghost Crying God Howl was not only a pair of peerless weapons, but also had its own life. After a long period of lurking, it could control people's thinking and make people lose their nature. Han Xiaohan was shocked and suddenly remembered that his grandfather had said when he was a child that health preservation would have the effect of calming anger and suppressing irritability, so why not give it a try.
The Health Preservation Technique is an authentic breathing technique passed down from Taoism, and is also the entry-level technique for practicing Taoist Kung Fu. People who practice martial arts, especially those who have learned breathing techniques, have most likely practiced the Health Preservation Technique. It doesn't have much effect, but it can help calm the mind and nourish the nature. Han Xiaohan looked around and found that he was in a small forest in the school. It was already night, and there was no one to disturb him in the forest, which was a good place to meditate and adjust his breathing. He sat cross-legged on the ground, collected his mind, and silently recited the Health Preservation Technique. His eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his mouth, and his mouth looked at his heart. His five senses were all closed, and his heart was like a mirror. Everything between heaven and earth gradually became blurred, as if he was the only one left in the world.