He didn't expect Xu Ping's strength to be so great, and he was in a trance the moment he was pushed out, and when he completely came back to his senses, Xu Ping's figure disappeared in front of him with a gust of wind.

"Boom!" The door to the room was forcibly broken.

When Jiang Futing saw Xu Ping again, he was burning with a raging fire all over his body. Xu Ping bent over, he used his whole body to block the things he cared for, and carefully pushed the wheelchair out of the room.

When Jiang Futing took over the wheelchair, Xu Ping's soul was completely transparent.

"Get out of here." His voice was as weak as a thin soul.

Jiang Futing clearly felt that when he took over Guo Yanfang, Xu Ping's face full of sorrow showed a relieved expression for the first time.

The flames on his body burned faster than the confetti in the room, and the figure gradually blurred, and before the gentle smile could be seen, it completely melted into the fire and disappeared.

Jiang Futing felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and Xu Ping disappeared like this, completely dissipated, and even his soul was gone.

The disappearance was a little caught off guard and unprepared.

The person in the wheelchair suddenly coughed in pain, Jiang Futing paused for a second, and then quickly brought Guo Yanfang out of the flames with the wheelchair.

He didn't hear the ambulance or the fire engine when he was in the house, as if everything was cut off by the fire.

The moment he rushed out of the house, he saw several firefighters rushing up from downstairs.

Jiang Futing didn't hear what they were saying to him, his ears buzzed, and his thoughts were still immersed in the picture that Xu Ping had just burned.

He saw someone take Guo Yanfang down and push it up to 120.

When I walked downstairs, I was surrounded by people who were looking at me curiously, and there was still snow outside, and when I stepped on the ground, my feet felt a little soft and dense.

He saw Guo Changhuan, who had just rushed home, the woman's face was panicked, her makeup was spent, she held her hand emotionally and said something, Jiang Futing never heard clearly.

His chest has always been a little blocked, from the moment Xu Ping burned in his eyes, until now, he had a feeling that was not very real.

Later, when his thoughts wandered back, he only heard Guo Changhuan thanking him desperately.

Jiang Futing glanced at her, withdrew his hand, his eyes were a little cold from the heavy snow at the moment, and his throat was still a little dry: "It's Xu Ping." Not me. ”

Guo Changhuan was stunned in disbelief.

Jiang Futing didn't talk to her again, obviously not too cold, but tightened his coat.

He didn't want to stay in this place for a moment now, and the choking smoke could be smelled three streets away from this area, and he couldn't dissipate it, just like Xu Ping in his mind was still burning in front of his eyes.

When Jiang Futing returned to Bai Tang's house, he could still smell some of the burning smoke of plastic and metal here, and he opened the window a little irritably to let in the wind

, smelling the wet smell of the snow outside, and then he sat on the sofa in a daze, time seemed to stand still, motionless.

After a long while, he rubbed his cheeks with his hands, and his face was still stained with some debris from burning paper and wood.

Jiang Futing looked at the gray, clumpy residue on his hand, and with a slight pinch of his fingers, it turned into powder.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew outside, and the powder dispersed with the wind and disappeared without a trace.

He stood up and took off his coat, and touched his pocket, and the cold thing inside was Xu Ping's pocket watch.

Jiang Futing lowered his eyes and looked at the photo behind the pocket watch, and the two young men on it were still next to each other with smiling eyes.

He stretched out his hand and stroked it, but the pocket watch suddenly petrified, and the patina and bronze metal instantly turned gray, and before he could react, it drifted away with the strong wind outside, falling into the heavy snow outside.

And just like that, it dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Like Xu Ping, it disappeared cleanly.

Jiang Futing paused, then slowly put down his coat and walked to the bathroom.

The person in the mirror still had a lot of ash on his hair, as well as his cheeks, and it seemed that he hadn't wiped his face clean just now.

Jiang Futing turned on the faucet and listened to the "gurgling" sound of the water flowing directly into the sewer pipe, and the feeling of being filled in the vacancy in his heart was like being filled, solid and reassuring.

When he came out again, the corners of his eyes were still a little sour.

Probably because the memory that Xu Ping brought him before was too deep, or the first time he came into contact with these things, the feeling was too strong.

In short, when Xu Ping disappeared, he always had an empty and unreal feeling, as if a part of himself was suddenly taken away, and the traces of this person's life in this world would only remain in his memory.

He began to take out the English reading and reading the entire text, memorized it for a while, and then looked at the books he had never seen on the Bai Tang bookshelf, and then began to sit on the bed and absorb the yin qi after a while.

It wasn't until that familiar smell reappeared that Jiang Futing opened his eyes.

Bai Tang's face was not very good the moment he appeared, his eyebrows were always furrowed, and he didn't stretch out until the moment he saw him, and then he wondered: "You're here alone?" ”

Jiang Futing pursed his lower lip, looked at the person in front of him, and said with some difficulty: "He's gone." ”

Bai Tang paused to change his shoes, leaned against the wall at the door, and then turned around: "What's the matter?" ”

"Guo Yanfang's house is on fire, Xu Ping went to save him." Jiang Futing closed his eyes, a little tired.

Bai Tang didn't speak again, and after changing his shoes, he walked over and sat next to him.

Jiang Futing felt that the bed next to him was sunken, and there were heavy shadows on the side of his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, Bai Tang was facing him.

"Uncomfortable?" Bai Tang didn't say anything else, and asked directly.

Jiang Futing stared at him for a while before replying, "A little." ”

"It's fine."

Bai Tang opened his arms and smiled at him, with the helplessness of seeing all the states of life.

Jiang Futing didn't see the outside as much as before, and wrapped his arm.

When the two of them hugged each other, the smell of Bai Tang's body poured into his brain, washing away the lingering burning smell in his memory.

The moment is comfortable and reassuring.

Jiang Futing's emotional calming speed and adaptability were very fast, and when he completely came out of that uncomfortable and empty state, he felt Bai Tang's burning breath close to the back of his neck, and the skin where he felt the air flow was a little itchy.

He patted Bai Tang's back a little embarrassed: "I'm fine." ”

Bai Tang let go of him, "Now I can tell me, what happened just now?" ”

Jiang Futing leaned back to the head of the bed, and his pupils slowly cleared up along his thoughts: "Xu Ping has no ghost energy. ”

Bai Tang followed and crossed his legs on the bed, and wondered, "Hasn't he cultivated the ghost path for twenty years?" ”

"He was told that he could be brought back alive." Jiang Futing thought for a while, "Ghost spirit, ghost path. There is no body, but still a soul. ”

"Did he say who it was?" Bai Tang's face changed.

Jiang Futing squeezed the hand hidden under the quilt: "No." ”

His eyes paid attention to the changes in Bai Tang's body, and quickly caught the solemnity that flashed in the other party's expression.

"I know, I'll investigate this matter, you have to go back to school tomorrow and rest early." Bai Tang glanced at him, "Before the exam is over, I won't take you to take orders again, you can take the exam with peace of mind." ”

"Yes." Jiang Futing closed his eyes a little tiredly, "Why did Xu Ping suddenly come out?" ”

Xu Ping would say that he was thinking about Guo Yanfang, but he couldn't believe it, after staying for a week, why did he suddenly come up with it? He's not an impulsive person.

There was no Bai Tang's voice in his ears, he only felt that something seemed to be being handed to him.

When Jiang Futing opened his eyes, he saw a note on his quilt.

He glanced at Bai Tang, who just raised his head at him.

Jiang Futing stretched out his hand and picked up the note, it felt a little rough, and it was contaminated with the yin qi of Sensen, and it looked like it was burned to the dead.

When he opened it, it was also yellow, and the handwriting on it was very beautiful, but when he saw the contents, his fingers couldn't help but tremble.

He thought of the lighter he saw on his chest when he went to Guo Yanfang's house at night, thought of Guo Yanfang going to the department store alone in the afternoon, thought of what Guo Yanfang said to him when he was obsessed with Xu Ping's death, and the guilt and self-blame for Guo Changhuan's life.

"This letter." Jiang Futing slowly spoke, "When did you burn it to Xu Ping?" ”

"There is a record of the delivery of the letter from the underworld last night." Bai Tang looked at him indifferently.

Last night?

Jiang Futing looked at the contents of the letter, and his handsome sword eyebrows twisted slightly.

So it's no wonder that Xu Ping is desperate to run

Come out, get rid of your ghostly energy, and would rather become a very fragile and ordinary soul than come to see him.

didn't just think about him, but really worried that Guo Yanfang would do something unexpected and extreme, but Xu Ping still failed.

Guo Yanfang is probably really fed up with this kind of broken life, and what he said about feeling that he is dragging Guo Changhuan down is true, not angry for a while.

These things have been squeezed for many years, and a person who can't do anything can guard that dead and cold room all day long.

Jiang Futing looked at Guo Yanfang's handwriting, and could even see that he suddenly felt relaxed when he wrote, like the brisk and fluttering of a heavy burden that had been carried for decades.

He couldn't even complain that it was because Guo Yanfang set fire to commit suicide, which led to Xu Ping's dissipation.

Jiang Futing clutched the piece of paper tightly, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

- Xu Ping, I'm tired, I can't hold it anymore, I'm coming to you, you're waiting for me below.

Signed: Guo Yanfang.

After reading it, Jiang Futing took a deep breath, folded the paper upright in the original way, and returned it to Bai Tang.

The heavy snow outside was still continuing, a large white expanse, and every dead corner of the entire city had not fallen, like a thick quilt.

In the past few days, the whole school has been surrounded by an eager review atmosphere, especially in the third year of high school, even if the teacher does not occupy the recess time after class, basically most of the students' butts are inseparable from the seats.

The countdown time for the college entrance examination on the blackboard at the back is a few numbers less.

After the final exam, there is the winter vacation, and after the winter vacation, the real college entrance examination is coming.

(End of chapter)