Chapter 3: The Strange Old Man Who Burns Paper

By the time Qin Bing came back to his senses, Xu Qing had already disappeared into the vast night, his cry turned into choked, and then turned into an anxious call, but Xu Qing, who was far away from all this, could no longer hear it.

Xu Qing walked aimlessly on the streets, enjoying the empty loneliness in his heart, he didn't even know where he should go, until today he felt that the city was so strange, not far away was a park, and two rows of long stone benches could be vaguely seen under the dim street lights.

One of the rows of stone benches was cushioned with newspapers, and there was a long object lying on it, Xu Qing slowly walked to the other bench and sat down, turned his head to look, only to find that there was a ragged and sloppy old man lying on the bench not far away, his face was covered with an old newspaper, and the snoring was earth-shattering, like a dozen passionate sows roaring in unison.

Xu Qing was worried about his own affairs, and lay on the stone bench upside down, □□ tired for a while, and unconsciously fell asleep. I don't know how long it took, Xu Qing in his sleep felt a wave of heat on his face, and then a faint scent of sandalwood penetrated into his nostrils.

I opened my eyes in surprise and saw a small fire burning next to the stone bench not far away, the sloppy old man was sitting silently by the fire, and kept picking up a stack of papers next to him and throwing them into the fire, Xu Qing happened to be sleeping in a downwind position, no wonder there was hot air blowing on his face.

"What is this old man burning? How can there be a smell of sandalwood? Xu Qing wondered in his heart, coupled with curiosity, he actually got up and walked over.

The sloppy old man squinted his eyes half-squinted, and muttered some words in his mouth, as if he hadn't noticed anyone coming, and unhurriedly picked up the piece of paper and threw it into the fire.

This time, Xu Qing finally saw clearly, the old man burned a pile of yellow paper printed with the pattern of the villain, but it is unknown where the sandalwood fragrance came from.

Xu Qing shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave, but his pants sank, and when he turned his head, he turned his head and saw that it was the old man who dragged the corner of his pants.

"Young man, burn some pieces of paper for me......, old man," the sloppy old man's voice sent chills down his spine.

Xu Qing's pores shrank all over his body, and he shivered, and said in his heart, this old man didn't run out of a mental hospital, right? I'm not related to him, and besides, this person is still alive, what kind of paper can I help him burn?

This burning paper has been a way to pay tribute to deceased relatives and friends since ancient times, and it is unheard of for a living person to burn paper for himself, so Xu Qing can only classify this sloppy old man as a psychopath.

Seeing that Xu Qinggen was unmoved, the old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and did not let go of the hand that grabbed his trousers.

"Young man, take pity on my dying old man, come and burn a few!"

Xu Qing's heart was bitter, he gritted his teeth and simply squatted next to the fire, picked up a few pieces of dark paper and put them in the fire, a pair of eyes looked at the crazy old man's waist from time to time, and he clearly knew what was hidden in his pocket, and it was still a cold weapon.

He naively thinks that when he encounters this kind of entanglement with a nervous problem, sometimes it is easier to get out of it according to his wishes, just like a drunk person likes to say, I am not drunk, and the psychopath will never admit that he is sick, and it will not be good if he provokes this crazy old man.