My chest slumped with gasps, and I couldn't tell if it was nervous or frightened. The thin shirt of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info was soaked with a layer of sweat, holding the cup in both hands, trembling, the brain was almost blank, and he stayed in place in shock, not daring to move for a long time.

Bai Shu, who was on the side, saw me like this, pulled over a chair and told me to sit down. I hummed briefly and sat down in my chair as if I was paralyzed. He seemed to see through my fears, took my hands, and told me not to worry. However, fortunately, the "earthquake" has quieted down, and my beating heart has settled down a lot, and in addition, with Baizhu by my side, this time I didn't have to face it alone and show a sense of loss, but felt a little lucky.

The wind blew into the room, slightly ruffling the ends of my hair, rubbing against my cheeks, with a slight hot breath, sprinkled on my wet skin, causing a moisturized, relaxed feeling. Just when I thought this was the end of the matter, there was a loud sound of falling porcelain jars outside, and the "clang" sound continued without stopping, as if someone had a deep hatred for these porcelain jars, and couldn't wait to destroy them all. Eventually, an incomparably loud sound burst into flames, and the rough momentum irritated my eardrums, and my ears seemed to lose hearing for a few seconds.

I was a little angry, stood up, and shouted at the door: "What are you smashing the jar, did the jar provoke you?" After shouting this sentence, I began to realize that the action just now was a little childish, and I noticed that Baizhu was looking at me with surprised eyes. That roar made my throat a little dry, and I coughed a few times, poured a glass of water, and poured it down in one gulp.

After I breathed a little easier, I slowly spoke: "I feel sorry for those oil and salt." When I said that, I almost wanted to bite off the base of my tongue. Baizhu didn't demolish me, but just smiled bitterly. Suddenly, a strange gust of wind blew in, mixed with the sweet and sour smell, which should have been the smell of those porcelain jars after they were broken. Strangely, it was also a combination of a strong smell of blood, rancidity, and a mixture of various smells that stimulated my sense of smell. I hurriedly pinched my nose to prevent the seeping smell from penetrating into my internal organs. I can't stand this indescribable taste.

Before I could finish the exclamation, suddenly, a severed palm appeared on the threshold, just a palm! There was also an eye embedded in the palm, very dark, and the dark eyes stared at me resentfully, like a large amount of blood, and the bloodshot filled the whole eyeball. It appeared out of nowhere, and one eye kept blinking at me. My face changed at that time, and I was scared. The heart suddenly tightened, and the consciousness seemed to be hollowed out, and the mind was left blank. I heard someone calling my name, who was it? I couldn't help but wonder as I slowly rubbed my feet forward, moving like a walking corpse, and walked uncontrollably towards the doorway.

My strange behavior caught the attention of Baizhu, who grabbed one of my arms and pulled me back hard. I, on the other hand, continued to drag my body, with stiff movements, ignoring the obstruction of Baizhu, and slowly walked forward with my feet rubbing the ground coldly. My soul was out of my body, and I was alone in the only command my brain to give me to keep going.

Baizhu was a little anxious, and the dying pulled me back. He called out my name in my ear, but I couldn't hear anything, not even look at him, and looked at the palm of the hand that had stopped on the threshold with wide eyes. Baizhu said something in an extremely loud voice, his face showing an anxious expression, and it was his voice that floated back and forth in the room. I still turned a blind eye and a deaf ear. At this moment, he stood in front of me, pressed the top of my head with both hands, and from the depths of his pupils, suddenly a light flashed, and those white soft lights spread out like an orange blossom, covering all parts of my body horizontally. And that powerful white light suddenly shot towards the palm of the threshold, and spun around it faintly a few times. Suddenly, the sword that turned into substance slashed mercilessly towards the palm. The eyes in the palm of the hand didn't seem to believe that all this was true, and the moment they closed their eyes, they looked at us in disbelief, and gradually, they turned into nothingness, and were blown away by the breeze without a sound. Wisps of fresh wind, wafting the smell of blood, drifted far away until the smell disappeared.

At this time, it was as if I had woken up, my eyes were no longer empty, and my feet had stopped. It's still very confusing in my head. What happened to me just now? I tried to search my almost blank brain, thinking very clearly, the choppy picture, blurry and indistinct. Still can't think of anything. I frowned in pain and shook my head a few times with my hands over my head.

I let out a few moans of pain on my face, and tears poured down uncontrollably. Baizhu looked at me uneasily, and asked in an extremely detailed voice, "Xiaoqing, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing a familiar voice in my ear, I regained some consciousness. At this moment, many shots flashed in my mind as if I was playing a movie, including the scene where the uncontrolled body was about to walk out of the doorway. I looked at him with some gratitude, thinking of the way he had just saved me, and it must have drained him a lot. Just as I was about to speak, Baizhu was physically exhausted and sat on the chair as if gravity had fallen. His bloodless face and the large beads of sweat on his forehead were all visible to me. His lips turned dark purple, clutching his chest and panting in pain. I felt his breath of life slowly weakening, and his body gradually becoming transparent.

My face immediately changed, and I asked anxiously, "Baizhu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me." You don't want to die, I don't want you to die......" I shook his body, tears the size of beans fell from my eyes, and I cried so hard that my snot overflowed with tears.

Baizhu stared at me and replied in an extremely painful voice, "Xiaoqing, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." I want to sleep. For the first time in a long time, I was so sleepy that I wanted to sleep. I'm going to sleep for a while, and when Grandpa Hu comes back, you remember to wake me up. He reluctantly finished his sentence, his tone getting weaker and weaker, until at last his faint voice seemed to cease and calm down.

"Grandpa Hu, Bai Xuanzhi, come back quickly. Atractylodes, you hold it up a little longer, you don't close your eyes, you can't sleep. Ghosts don't have to sleep, you are not allowed to close your eyes, I am not allowed to close your eyes......" I kept shouting and crying, begging him not to close his eyes, not to disappear, and at the same time, from time to time, I turned my head to look outside the door, hoping that they would come back soon.

The wind seems to have gradually stopped, and you can't feel the flow of the wind. Faintly, there is some dark and gloomy atmosphere flowing in the air, and all the scenes seem deep and melancholy, as if they have experienced the thrilling process of life and death, and they are physically and mentally exhausted and stand in place.

"Xiaoqing, I really ...... It's time to sleep. I'm sleepy. Bai Zhu used the last of his strength to finish this sentence, his eyes were half-covered and half-opened, and his body disappeared before my eyes until it was transparent and turned into air. I cried sadly, and this true disposition was irrepressible. The surroundings seemed to become a little lonely, turning into an empty and desolate sadness that enveloped the room. Time, which does not stand still because of your loss, is selfless. The sky was a little bleak, and from a distance, it looked like countless spiders had formed a web, and the darkness stretched the whole sky.