He didn't expect her to resist so much, his eyes were painful, and then he raised his head again and muttered more decisively: "I can't go!" I can't go! He needs me. ”

"Heavenly Master, what are you talking to a ghost about so much! Take him away, there's nothing left. The woman looked eagerly at the male ghost in the middle, wishing that he would disappear in the next second.

As long as he disappears, life can return to normal, and his dad can return to normal.

She doesn't need to live in fear every day, for fear that something will suddenly appear in the next second, hurting herself and killing herself.

Bai Tang glanced at the grim-looking ghost in the middle of the formation, and took out the rune paper on his body, "If you don't want to, I'll force it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the rune paper floated in the air and suddenly shot towards the male ghost.

A more powerful force erupted from the male ghost, this power seemed to be completely out of control, brutal, gloomy and endless, when the rune paper and the ghost energy collided together, a dazzling black light erupted in the middle and covered the entire room.

The expression on Bai Tang's face was obviously a little unpleasant, he thought that this male ghost had no intention of harming people, so he never forced his move, but the male ghost fought again and again, "Are you sure you want to fight with me all the time?" Aren't you afraid of scattered souls? ”

The bright sound is somewhat clear.

"I won't go down there, I'll keep it until the day he gets old." The male ghost struggled to the death, and the entire ghost began to glow with red blood, and the strong aura was still rising sharply.

"You've been a ghost for twenty years, but you're willing to turn into a ghost." Bai Tang's tone became cold with the ghost aura rolling out of his body, sounding like disappointment.

Then he was full of wind on his body, his expression was a lot more solemn, the corners of his clothes kept patting his shoes, and the ghost energy on his body slowly gathered at his fingertips.

Jiang Futing stood behind and watched with his eyebrows locked and a little nervous, he could feel the huge power on Bai Tang's fingertips and the terrifying sense of oppression, he remembered the lonely figure of the male ghost at night.

Every day, every night, quietly waiting.

The calm and serene smile of the male ghost seems to be habitual, but it is a very simple kind of contentment.

His hand in his pocket kept rubbing against the old pocket watch, the mottled marks on it that sank into his skin as he brushed his fingertips. Those eyes pondered something deeply.

The ghost qi gathered in Bai Tang's fingertips finally condensed a little, and then he pulled out a piece of rune paper again.

At the moment when the rune paper was about to be thrown out, Jiang Futing suddenly strode over and grabbed his hand: "Wait a minute." ”

"What's wrong?" Bai Tang didn't react for a moment, and the rune paper in his hand fell to the ground.

Jiang Futing took out the pocket watch in his pocket, because it was a bit long, the lid on it had been naturally half-covered, and it couldn't be buttoned, and when he took it out, he could hear the sound of a needle that was not very clear.

"What is this?" Bai Tang asked with some confusion, looking so old, he still has a habit of collecting antiques?

Just as he finished asking, the male ghost in the formation suddenly shouted: "Why do you have this."

？ ”

Jiang Futing looked back at him and handed him the pocket watch: "I picked it up at night." ”

The male ghost stared at the pocket watch in his hand, looking at him emotionally, and all the previous plain and easy-going were torn apart: "Give it back to me!." ”

"I can give it back to you." Jiang Futing withdrew his hand, squeezed his pocket watch tightly, and looked at him coldly with inky eyes: "In exchange for you leaving." ”

The male ghost glanced at Jiang Futing, and suddenly sneered, seeing through his purpose at a glance, "Do you think I'll leave like this?" ”

He looked in the direction of the room in the hallway, "Unless he leaves someday, I'll always be here, I'll always be here." ”

His tone was firm, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain, and nothing could move him.

"Then don't blame me for being rude." Bai Tang pointed his finger, and the rune paper on the ground floated up again, shooting towards the male ghost suddenly.

At the moment when the rune paper was about to be pasted, the ghost qi in the formation exploded immediately after.

"Boom!" The two forces collided violently again.

Jiang Futing only felt the pocket watch in his hand buzzing and shaking, and a biting cold chill spread into his palm.

Then darkness overwhelmed his vision and mind, and his soul seemed to float aimlessly in the air, and noisy and indistinct voices continued to pass around him, and light and shadow continued to intersect rapidly in front of his eyes.

When he felt the solidity of the landing again, someone suddenly slapped him on the arm.

His eyes opened suddenly, and the light pierced his eyeballs so strongly.

So thirsty, so hot!

The lips were so dry that they were about to crack, and the whole airway seemed to be burning, hot, dry, and the esophagus and trachea were so dry that they were about to stick together.

The sun above his head shone fiercely on him, but before he could move, his body automatically raised his arms to block the direct sun.

Then there was a cold feeling on his arm, and he slowly sat up on the ground with his weak body, opened the lid and quickly poured ice water.

He probably was crazy with thirst, and the water mixed with ice cubes overflowed from his mouth, ran down the sides of his cheeks, and flowed into his clothes, and he didn't have time to care about it.

After the dry feeling was relieved, he finally stopped drinking, and there was only a small piece of ice in the bottle that had not yet melted, which he covered and shook twice.

"Bang, bang!" After recovering from that state of extreme thirst, Jiang Futing had the heart to look at the surrounding environment.

Completely unfamiliar, never seen before.

The surrounding buildings are all old-fashioned 80's and 90's terraced houses, or detached.

The side was filled with a chaotic crowd of people, men, women and children, in a large group, almost the entire road.

However, the road itself is not particularly wide, there are only two lanes back and forth, the road surface is still concrete, and the camphor trees planted on the side are far apart.

When his thoughts slowly came back to his senses, he suddenly smelled the strong, pungent burning smell of the building in front of him, somewhat similar to the smell of old metal burning

There was also the stench of burning plastic products, and the smoke billowing out of the windows of the room on the third floor.

The black smoke seemed to be stained with ink, thick and large, covering almost all the sight of the room above, constantly drifting into the air, spreading out into the distance with a black circle, shrouding the area in a gray and pungent environment.

The exterior walls from the third floor up are all stained black.

Immediately after that, a piercing and heart-rending exclamation came from the entrance of the stairway: "Ah!! Ahh Oh my girl! ”

Two white figures carrying a stretcher quickly brushed up from behind him, ran to the entrance of the building in front of him, put a child in a woman's arms on the stretcher, and then quickly pulled it behind him.

Jiang Futing wanted to look back, but he suddenly found that he couldn't move!

I only heard the whistle of 120, shouting loudly and loudly, pulling everyone's nervous souls, and then quickly drifting away behind him.

But what's going on with the body not being able to move!

Jiang Futing found that he could only see the picture in front of him, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he only had consciousness without any consciousness, as if his soul was imprisoned.

What's going on?

Before he could think about what was going on.

A man in a black firefighter suit walked towards him, he took off the hat on his head, his face was dirty with smoke, and said to himself: "Xu Ping, are you okay, I was startled when I saw you suddenly faint!" ”

Although the man's face was covered with black smoke, Jiang Futing recognized it at a glance, this man was exactly the same as the young man with a warm smile in his pocket watch.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and silently recited the name he had just called.

Xu Ping, Xu Ping.

Ah Ping! The hoarse, weak cry in my memory coincided with the voice just now.

This body is called Xu Ping, then he is this male ghost!

He actually wore it on the male ghost's body, this is still the world in his memory when he was alive!

Before Jiang Futing could recover from his surprise, Xu Ping had already stepped forward and stretched out his fist, "The mask on the hood is a little cracked, I smoked a little more, and I guess there is a lack of oxygen." ”

"Why don't you take a look?" The other party also stretched out his fist very tacitly and hit Xu Ping's fist.

"No, it's not a big deal, there's no need to go to see it, just a little bit of broken salary, and there will be no farts left when I go to the hospital until the end of the month." Xu Ping waved his hand casually, bent down and hooked his fingers to pick up the firefighting suit on the ground that he didn't know when it was taken off.

"In order to save such a little broken wages, it's not worth losing your life!" The man grinned and put his hand on his shoulder, and the weight of the whole person was pressed down at once.

Xu Ping stumbled and almost fell out, and deliberately stepped on him on the soles of his feet: "Guo Yanfang, will you say something good, don't talk and let your wife sew up your mouth Believe it or not!" ”

"Sew! Sew! There is a kind of seam! Guo Yanfang shouted while facing his mouth: "Sew my mouth, who will solve your problems in the middle of the night." ”

"Fart!" Xu Ping lifted his foot

I'm going to kick him in the ass.

Guo Yanfang hid while smirking, waiting for Xu Ping to be unable to run, and then walked over with a sneering smile, and suddenly said: "Your wife has been a few months old, is it about to give birth, I remember the last time we met, my stomach was pointed." ”

Xu Ping thought for a while, and his tone couldn't help but be low: "Come on, I haven't seen you for half a month, anyway, I said last time that it wasn't two months, and it will be more than a month." ”

Jiang Futing walked along the two of them and made trouble, and his eyes had moved to the fire truck.

The windows were wide open as I was driving, and the howling wind slapped on my cheeks as the scenery outside moved back rapidly, and because it was summer, the wind was blowing with dry heat.

My body didn't get much cooler because of this, but my brain was blown awake.

He was now very sure that he was in Xu Ping's memory, and as for how he got in, the strange pocket watch that had just been sent out flashed in his mind.

How do you get out of the passing-by pedestrians, the traffic lights outside the window, and the buildings full of age constantly passing in front of you?

I was forcibly dragged in by Xu Ping's soul, did I have to wait until the memory he wanted me to read was finished, or did I have to wait until his soul died out?

(End of chapter)