He paused, withdrew his fingers and buried them deep in the quilt, no matter how thick the quilt was, he didn't feel hot, but he didn't feel cold either.

Still unable to sleep, his brows furrowed.

When people encounter major life changes, it is normal for them to have a certain physiological imbalance, and when he thinks like this, drowsiness suddenly springs up.

Unconscious in the head.

He was walking in the pouring rain, and suddenly the sun was shining, and he could not open his eyes, and the road in front of him was yellow and dry, and there was no end in sight.

The next second was the abyss again, and he didn't have time to react, so he stepped into the air.

The body was weightless for a while, and it fell down quickly.

He screamed silently, his five senses losing their last perception.

All he had melted into the darkness.

Suddenly, harsh and familiar music sounded in his ears, he opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath.

Jiang Futing moved his fingers, feeling that his back was wet and sticky, and his eyes were still in the panic just now, and he didn't have time to come back to his senses.

The alarm clock next to the pillow was still high-pitched, he slowly calmed down, grabbed the empty two times on the side, and then grabbed the phone and turned off the alarm clock.

"Are you having nightmares?" Bai Tang was holding a pile of clothes in his hand, and he happened to be tidying up the room, and looked at Jiang Futing, who was still in a state of distraction.

"Ahh Jiang Futing's mouth was open, and a syllable rolled out of his Adam's apple.

"You remember to go to school and tell me later, I haven't been living in school for a while lately, do you want me to say hello to your mother?" Bai Tang asked, throwing his clothes on his head.

When Jiang Futing's sight was covered, the zipper on the school uniform just hit the door of his head, and under the reminder of the cold and dull pain, he woke up a little, got out of bed and went directly to the toilet, and when he pushed the door open, he turned around and said, "I'll say it myself on my mother's side."

"Okay, whatever you want." Bai Tang lowered his head and continued to pack his things, and looked around his bedroom seriously, as if it was really a little too messy.

Jiang Futing quickly wiped his sweat, came out to get dressed, didn't bother to eat breakfast, and hurried to school with his schoolbag.

When he arrived in the class, after he put down his schoolbag, he first went to apply to the head teacher for not staying in school.

The sound of morning reading in each classroom was chaotic and ran through the corridors.

When Jiang Futing finished saying his request, Lao Liang's expression was a little unexpectedly stunned, and he looked at him: "Is it because you are not feeling well?"

"Yes." He still has an expressionless face, so that people can't see the ups and downs of emotions, and they can't guess the truth or falsehood: "It's inconvenient to live in school, it will take about ten days."

Lao Liang's exploratory gaze swept back and forth on him without any flaws, and he held back a sentence for a long time: "Okay, and Yang Linsheng is also going to ask for leave these days, you remember, he has a ...... at home" Lao Liang said and suddenly sighed, not knowing whether it was helplessness or sympathy on his face.

Jiang Futing subconsciously clenched the approved fake slip handed to him by Lao Liang in his hand.

"I heard that his father passed away, and his mother was not in a good mental state

It's not easy for the mind to be affected yet. Although Lao Liang didn't want to say it in such a pitiful way, he couldn't help but say a lot of things on his lips.

He paused and said, "His family is quite pitiful, I heard that you promised to watch him study before, so you can help him more."

"I see." Jiang Futing put away the roll, and after greeting Lao Liang, he returned to his seat.

No one would have thought that things would turn out like this, who would have thought otherwise.

Including his life now.

Jiang Futing lowered his eyes and opened the textbook, but he could see that Bai Tang was good to him, everything was gradual, and he didn't rush it, and immediately asked him what to do.

There was still a lot of ghost energy on his body that had not been controlled by himself, and when he sat in the classroom, he could feel something strange trying to approach in his direction.

I wasn't that sensitive to these things before, probably because now I'm the same kind of thing, and if a ghost wants to come to him with great fanfare and no restraint, the fluctuations of those ghosts are clear.

Just when the classroom was wrapped in a heavy reading voice, "Wow! A violent wind blew suddenly, and the glass on the window trembled.

Many students felt that the temperature was dropping, and they couldn't help rubbing their arms with their hands.

When that gloomy and cold aura rushed eagerly towards the classroom from a distance, Jiang Futing had already begun to operate the energy that could be controlled in his body, and his eyes were facing the resentful ghost hanging upside down outside the classroom window.

The female ghost obviously didn't expect that he would have such a strong aura, half of her head was out of her neck, hanging there leisurely, but the hideous expression on her face was halfway through the brewing and suddenly stuck.

It looks a little funny, but the face is hideous, and the rotten flesh on the neck is a little disgusting.

The wound was a bit like a car running over, and the death was indeed miserable, and the resentment on the ghost's body was also extremely heavy.

"Ahh My exercise papers! A girl was sitting next to her, and the test papers on the table were scattered all over the place, and she screamed and hurriedly squatted on the ground to pick them up.

There was a swishing coldness from her back, but when she picked up the test paper and turned around, it was empty outside, and there was nothing.

The female ghost's gloomy gaze was only stunned for a moment when it fell on Jiang Futing, and then the frenzy in her eyes surged up again.

Jiang Futing noticed her changes, and the moment she wanted to break into the classroom, an eerie coldness suddenly erupted on his body, and the cold on his face was like the dark water under the Nine Shadows.

The room was turbulent, and the wind around him was rolling, and the temperature was so cold that it almost froze.

The notebook on the desk was turned over messily, and the paper was dancing around.

Jiang Futing stared at the female ghost outside the window, he didn't know how to use ghost qi yet, he could only rely on his innate aura and the primitive coercion in his ghost qi to deter these things.

The female ghost was startled by the sudden surge in momentum on his body, and her face was tangled

, I wanted to come in but didn't dare, and finally wandered outside for a while before I left unwillingly.

The ghost wind continued until the female ghost left, and Jiang Futing did not stop it.

Many people's desks were blown into a mess, and the students complained as they picked up the papers scattered on the floor.

"Where does this wind come from, what kind of windows do you open in winter! Off, off! The student sitting inside shouted as he commanded the student by the window after picking up his belongings.

"Ahh My test papers, it's all messed up, I knew it was clipped, and I haven't had time to divide the subjects yet, let alone the order! ”

"Come on, the monkey's rolls have been blown to the trash can, be content!"

As if he couldn't hear the sounds around him, Jiang Futing stared in the direction where the female ghost had left for a while, and then withdrew his gaze from the window, feeling a little troublesome.

In a word, it is a prophecy.

One day after class, except for the one who read early, this kind of wind and fire, overconfidence and direct collision with the ghost do not say much, but there are still five fingers.

Jiang Futing was a little annoyed even by putting the air conditioner on himself, not to mention some ghosts who were hiding thousands of kilometers away and sneaking around, secretly observing him carefully, looking for time and waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Only then did he fully understand why Bai Tang could not refuse to ask him to spend the night at his house, if he was at his own house, after falling asleep, there would definitely be no future.

At the end of the evening, he was still the last to leave the classroom.

When I walked out of the classroom, the silence around me was terrifying, except for the rustle of leaves and branches downstairs.

"Click." He turned the key twice and locked the door.

There was a cold aura on all sides, wrapping him in groups, which was quite troublesome.

Jiang Futing frowned, put away the key, and looked up at the endless and far-reaching sky.

After a long pause, he took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the campus.

The moment I stepped out of the school gate, the ghosts that couldn't resist it began to move.

At the moment before they acted, Jiang Futing could only rely on his ghost aura again, and his strong aura covered a range of nearly 100 meters around him, and those greedy eyes that coveted him were only then restrained a lot.

This will be the small rush hour after school, when he walked to the bus station, the road was still flowing, he confirmed the bus route to Bai Tang's house, a little far, and he had to lie down on the bus after taking the subway.

After all, it is in the old city, and when you walk out of the subway station, the flow of people is suddenly less than half, and the flow itself is less than that of the urban area.

What's more, now that the Chinese New Year is next to each other, the rent in this area is cheap, and many of the people who live there are migrant workers, and now many of them are rushing back to their hometowns to prepare for the New Year.

Jiang Futing sniffed, obviously not feeling cold, but it was still a little uncomfortable for the cold wind to blow into his nose, and there was often haze in the air in the north, and occasionally he felt that his nasal cavity was clogged.

I don't know what Bai Tang is doing.

Walk on him

When he was on the way home, he would habitually think about things related to this person in his mind, and when he was thinking, he would always keep an eye on them, paying attention to the ghosts staring at him from a distance.

However, since the bus drove into the old city, these ghost-burning inquiries have been completely reined in, and Jiang Futing even felt that several different ghosts had gradually disappeared, as if he had left very interestingly.

After getting off the bus, there is still a 1.5-kilometer walk from Bai Tang's accommodation, and the estimated walking time is 15 minutes, but this is the time indicated on the navigation.

The neighborhood is full of old buildings, and it is full of turns, but according to his fast walking speed, it will only take seven or eight minutes at most.

And the bus stop is only three streets away from the Nagai Department Store where they last met.

He felt that everything here was crowded and rushed, but more than ten years ago, the development of this place was the cityscape of City A at that time.

The world is changing rapidly, and people more than ten years ago would have thought that more than ten years later, the present will be wrapped in all kinds of high and new technologies, and they can't imagine that this society can develop like this.

It turns out that all household appliances can be voice-controlled by voice, it turns out that robots can also compete with people to play Go, and it turns out that you can scan the code with your face when you go to the supermarket to buy things and pay.

So what will I look like in more than ten years, who knows?

What the world would change at that time, he couldn't imagine, even if he thought about it now, the world would not be what it is now for more than ten years, and he would not be the person he is now.

(End of chapter)