Zheng Qing looked at his side with a panicked face, and muttered: "Squad, squad leader!" What do you want! ”

"Let's go inside." Jiang Futing said calmly.

Zheng Qing was so frightened on the side that his soul was about to disperse, and he hurriedly shouted: "You can't go in!" Monitor! That's where the female ghost lives! ”

Jiang Futing turned his head and looked at him with a solemn expression: "Then what if this is the exit?" ”

Zheng Qing stammered and looked at him, his expression evaded, and he looked at the door of 604 with only a thick fear: "I, I don't know!" But what if not! ”

"I'll open the door first." Jiang Futing slowly walked to the door with heavy steps: "If it's okay, you can follow." ”

He raised his hand and slowly touched the doorknob.

In the darkness, the white and slender hand trembled lightly without a trace.

Jiang Futing pursed his lower lip, and the moment his palm touched the doorknob.

"Wow!" In the claustrophobic and quiet space, a cold wind suddenly blew up.

An icy breath came from the back of his head.

Jiang Futing was shocked in his heart, and he gasped violently, and the piercing feeling was constantly invading his brain and skin, and he instantly felt that his limbs couldn't move.

An inexplicable burst of air behind him, and a breeze surged up.

Immediately afterwards, everything around him instantly lost all perception, and the whole person fell into a deep darkness.

Gradually, even the faint feeling of breathing disappeared.

The mind inexplicably fell into a strange situation, as if it was meditating, but not entirely.

Even though my eyes were closed, I could see everything around me more clearly.

Jiang Futing lowered his head, there seemed to be some strange black air currents on his body that kept flowing along the veins, this was the first time he had seen these strange things on his body.

These strong black air currents seemed to cover his entire body, like another life form of his own, surging with vitality.

Jiang Futing kept looking in the direction of the corridor to the east, and these thousands of wisps of gas in the air could be seen clearly under his own gaze, and he could even distinguish these chaotic substances in the air flow, which were not as pure as the ones flowing on his body.

Jiang Futing clearly identified the direction of the source of these black silks, and took great strides to dodge every strand perfectly, and finally received a faint sense of light and temperature at the eyelids.

The corners of his mouth hooked, avoiding the last entwined black gas, and finally opened his eyes.

"Out! Came out? Zheng Qing, who had been clinging tightly to his back, explored his surroundings with palpitations.

Jiang Futing nodded, I don't know if it was because he was too exhausted when he was looking at things just now, his body suddenly became very weak, and the look on his face was exhausted: "You go back to the dormitory directly, and I'll look for Song Cheng again." ”

Zheng Qing looked at the black stairs timidly, swallowed his saliva and said, "Squad leader, why don't I accompany you." ”

"Whatever you want." Jiang Futing said lightly, and then walked forward directly.

Even if it wasn't for the eerie space just now, the atmosphere in the corridor on the sixth floor was still eerie.

Jiang Futing saw the familiar No. 604 bed again, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Not far away, Song Cheng was standing in a strange posture, his lower body was straight, and the upper part seemed to be uncontrollable, slowly sticking to the wall, almost folding into a 100-degree angle, and the tip of his nose was almost leaning against the window of bedroom 604.

There are still handprints in various postures on the window, which are particularly clear on the window that has been stained with dust for a long time.

"Song Cheng!" Jiang Futing condensed his breath together and let out a deep roar.

Song Cheng by the window suddenly came back to his senses in horror, looked at him in a daze, and then looked back at the window covered with large and small bloody handprints, screamed in horror, and hurriedly ran to his side.

Song Cheng noticed the people around Jiang Futing, and he didn't stop, his eyes widened, and he gasped and almost lost his breath!

Jiang Futing looked at him expressionlessly and rolled his eyes, holding Song Cheng, who was weaker than Zheng Qing, although he was also extremely weak and weak, he still quietly endured the weight of the person on his body and slowly carried it back to the bedroom.

After this incident, Song Cheng directly invited him to not go to school for two days in a row, and just stuck on Saturdays and Sundays, Jiang Futing's world was finally able to be clean for 4 days in a row.

And the fatigue after coming back from the sixth floor last time was completely eliminated after at least two full days.

He even looked up information about meditation on the Internet, but except for the initial abandonment of distractions, what he saw later was very different from meditation.

What is the black gas you see on your body and the black gas in the air? If he is forced to explain it by ghosts, he would rather believe that his meditation method is wrong, which is why this kind of sequelae appears, after all, the correct act of meditation not only does not bring a sense of exhaustion, but even makes people relaxed.

When he went back to school on Sunday afternoon, there were not many people at the school, Jiang Futing pushed open the door of the dormitory, and saw Song Cheng very strangely, he was slightly surprised, looked at the time on his phone, and at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, he was not late.

At present, only him and Song Cheng arrived first in the dormitory, and Jiang Futing had just sat down when a comic book suddenly flew and pounced on his bedside.

Jiang Futing frowned and looked up at the person on his upper bunk, looking for something again?

Although I haven't seen Song Cheng for 4 days, that unruly face seems to have lost a lot of sharpness, the whole person has lost a lot of weight, the flesh on both sides of the cheeks is faintly sunken, and the muscles in the arms that are often exercised have dried up a lot.

I don't know what he saw that day.

Song Cheng hid the gloom in his eyes, and bluffed at himself: "Hey, my dad specially invited a heavenly master to come to the bedroom at night to catch ghosts, don't make trouble for me at night!" Did you hear me! ”

"Say hello to the teacher and the dormitory manager?" Jiang Futing asked lightly, looking at the sallow person in front of him silently.

Ghosts, gods, and celestial masters spend this kind of thing just on psychological comfort.

"Nonsense, you still have to say this! Lao Tzu is willing to tell you, but I'm afraid that you won't know what to do when the time comes! Song Cheng stared, and a pair of black circles under his eyes were particularly obvious.

"That's up to you." Jiang Futing didn't care what he was doing, as long as he didn't violate discipline and affect the dormitory

It doesn't matter what others want to do when they rest.

As time went by, the other students in the dormitory also arrived one after another, and Song Cheng still left the dormitory early as usual and arrived at the classroom early.

Jiang Futing pinched the time to open the door according to his usual habits, and saw Song Cheng squatting at the back door of the classroom, the cigarette in his hand was puffed on by the person in front of him, and the sparks on the cigarette were suddenly burned to his fingertips, and he threw the cigarette butt on the ground irritably and stepped on it twice.

A smoky smell near the back door.

Jiang Futing walked over with a cold face and said coldly: "Smoking is prohibited in the school. ”

Song Cheng raised his head to look at him without surprise, and his previous listlessness seemed to have eased a lot under the paralysis of nicotine at this moment, and he pulled his face and prepared to scold.

Jiang Futing was holding the key in his hand to open the back door of the classroom, and continued: "I'll sweep it myself, and I won't take it as an example." ”

After arriving at the classroom, he put down his schoolbag, walked to the podium and cleaned up the blackboard, when he heard the sound of "empty clanging" and "stabbing" from the back of the classroom, mixed with the sound of heavy metal objects rubbing against the ground.

Jiang Futing turned around and saw Song Cheng moving the desk and chair in front of him to the corner of the classroom, and the desk was Zheng Qing's.

Hasn't he always liked to call Zheng Qing?

The back half of the neatly arranged desks is strangely empty.

Song Cheng glanced at Jiang Futing, and his tone couldn't tell whether he was asking or ordering: "You sit in front of me." ”

Jiang Futing looked at the particularly abnormal person in front of him, and said lightly: "Move him back." ”

"Cut." Song Cheng sneered disdainfully, sat in his place, and crossed Erlang's legs: "Then it's empty." ”

Jiang Futing ignored his eyes that were almost eaten by himself, and under his hot gaze, he silently moved Zheng Qing's seat back to its original position.

Song Cheng's eyes widened, and he was so angry that he raised his tone and asked, "You actually dare to do it against me?" ”

"Change positions and tell the teacher." Jiang Futing still had no tone.

Just when the two of them looked at each other and were about to touch a button, several other students slowly walked into the classroom together.

Song Cheng suppressed his anger and pointed at him with his index finger viciously, "Jiang Futing, you wait for Lao Tzu!" ”

Then he slammed the desk, and the loud noise startled the students who had just entered the classroom, and they turned their heads to look in their direction.

"Look! What's there to see! Song Cheng stared at them with horizontal eyebrows, and the dissatisfaction he had just held back was sprinkled on the innocent classmates.

The four classmates were so frightened that they quickly turned around, pretending to flip through a book or look for something.

The classroom was magically quiet in a tense atmosphere.

Jiang Futing returned to his position and flipped through the folder to see what special activities or details were in the class this week, and made sure that there were no omissions before starting to preview tomorrow's homework.

The students in the class were about to gather one after another, and a girl sitting in front of him stood up and suddenly shouted in his direction: "Class leader, who is on duty this week?" ”

Jiang Futing suddenly came back to his senses, he had just moved Zheng Qing's table and forgot to go back

The blackboard is written on the duty table.

He strode up to the podium again with his notebook, and wrote so fast that even the chalk could still see the outline clearly.

Finally, after writing the word Zheng Qing, when I returned to my seat, I happened to see someone coming from the point, so I looked at it twice.

Recently, Zheng Qing often stepped on the spot or was late for self-study at night.

Zheng Qing seemed to notice the gaze of the gaze, and once again smiled timidly at himself with an apologetic face.

Jiang Futing's eyes sank, thinking about reminding him when class ended, and he just sat back in his seat.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the sound of a violent impact came from behind.

Everyone in the room turned their heads and looked at each other.

"What, this is!" "What's the situation!"

At this time, Zheng Qingzheng fell to the ground in embarrassment, the table and stool were pushed to the ground, the books and test papers on the desk fell all over the place, and the boy on the side was also frightened and hid from another classmate.

Song Cheng ordered him with a casual face in the back, but there was a hint of dodging in his light eyes: "Go to a place that Lao Tzu can't see, otherwise Lao Tzu will see you once and get you once!" ”

"Oh." Zheng Qing slowly got up from the ground with red eyes and answered softly.

(End of chapter)