I was anxious, and I slapped and slapped Xue Qian's face. A few minutes later, my face was bruised and bruised. But he didn't wake up. Still in a deep slumber.

I was sweating and sitting on the floor, gasping for air. Suddenly I thought of Xue Qian's appearance, as if I had seen it somewhere. I thought about it and had an answer in my mind. When he was taken away by the Yin Ghost Woman, he was also like this, and he couldn't wake up all day long.

I looked at the painting in my hand, although there was only one outline on it, but looking at the figure and face shape of the person in the painting, there was no doubt that it should be Xue Qian.

I thought to myself, "Could it be that his soul is not lost, but sealed in this painting?" ”

Thinking of this, I looked at Director Liu. The moment he finished painting it, he fell to the ground. I became more and more sure that the two of them were painting their souls into this painting just now.

When Director Liu finished the painting, his soul was completely lost. So he was hard to save. Xue Qian was only halfway through the painting before I pushed it away, and maybe there was still a glimmer of life.

Thinking of this, I carefully carried Xue Qian's painting in my arms. Then he was carried on his back. I know it's dangerous out there, but I can't afford to delay any longer.

When I walked to the door with Xue Qian on my back, I looked back at the three candles that were still burning. and Director Liu lying on the ground.

I thought about it, walked back in, and picked up the painting he had dropped on the ground. The Confucian students in the painting are still concentrating on reading, which is very different from Director Liu, who has a dead face outside the painting. I sighed and helped him carry the painting in his arms.

Then I blew out the candles one by one, lit them on my phone, and staggered out of the gas station.

It was already one or two o'clock in the morning, but it was still early in the morning. I stared at the wind and began to run in a panic.

I don't know which way back, but I've made up my mind now that I'm going to get out of the gas station and get as far away as possible.

The wind was blowing and I couldn't stand still. I switched two directions, both of which were headwinds. It made me laugh and cry a little. Isn't there a ghost here who is too bullying?

In desperation, I had no choice but to brave the strong wind and move forward step by step. I didn't get far before I broke out in a sweat. I breathed a long sigh of relief and sighed: "Old Xue, I'm committing a crime against the wind now." ”

Xue Qian lay on my back, not responding at all.

I took two more steps forward, and suddenly I heard a cry from the side: "Take us away, take us away." ”

I looked in that direction in a panic. I didn't see anything.

I fixed my mind and told myself, "Illusions, they are all illusions." I muttered to hypnotize myself, but I knew very well in my heart that the location just now was clearly the place where the bus fell.

Before we walked into the gas station, we could see clearly that there were a lot of dead people in that pit. Now the buses are gone, and the dead are gone. But the cry was caught in the wind, and it still circled around me.

I bent over and thought, "It's better to get out of this place of right and wrong." ”

I took two steps forward, and their cries grew louder. I heard them cry: "We are not locals, we are tourists, we are here and we want to go back to our hometown." ”

My scalp tingled when I heard it, and I silently muttered in my heart: "It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion, it's serious to leave here early." ”

As I was thinking this, two cold hands suddenly came to my forehead.

I shuddered and broke out in a cold sweat. Immediately after, I reacted that these two hands belonged to Xue Qian.

I was overjoyed and called, "Xue Qian, are you awake?" ”

Xue Qian moved behind me. I slowly put him down.

At this time, I noticed that his eyes were turned upwards, and his two pupils were not focused at all. He opened his mouth and said, "Bring us, take us back." ”

The sound scared me so much that I almost turned around and ran. Because it obviously came out of Xue Qian's throat, but it was a mixture of seven or eight voices. There were men and women, old and young, like ropes twisted from fiber.

I stood on the ground and hesitated, then said, "You're going to let my friend go." He has a fierce god in him, and if he is alarmed, you will all be scattered. ”

The demons still howled bitterly: "Let us go back." That banshee is injured and won't come out for a while, and if it's any longer, we'll never have a chance again. ”

I reacted quickly in my head: "Banshee? Could it be the woman in the long dress? ”

I was thinking, and the imps said, "Just take us out of here, we are strangers and want to return to our homeland."

I boldly asked, "What should I do?" ”

Those imps heard me say yes. They were all rejoicing, and I listened to their voices with excitement in them.

They said in a hurry, "In a moment, you just have to catch us as much as you can." ”

I was surprised and said, "Catch you as much as you can?" What does that mean? ”

As soon as I finished saying this, Xue Qian's body shook twice and fell to the ground, and at the same time, more than a dozen pieces of paper flew out from behind him, like paper money raised at the funeral.

My heart shook: "Is this their soul?" ”

The wind was still blowing violently, and the pieces of paper were spinning and flying in the sky. I could feel that they were alive. In the strong winds that often change direction, try to stay steady and not be blown away.

I hurriedly ran over and picked up the pieces of paper.

I took them in my hand and looked at them. Like the paintings in the gas station, they are all the appearance of the ancients, some are drinking tea, and some are enjoying the flowers.

The person in the painting looks elegant, but the soul must have undergone inhuman torture.

I carried them in my arms, and then Xue Qian carried them.

I was just about to leave when I heard more voices behind me: "Help me, take us away." ”

This voice is layered, not a hundred, but eighty. I started sweating on the door of my head. With so many little ghosts coming over, do I want to live?

I pulled my neck and shouted, "Don't worry, I will rescue you all if I have the opportunity in the future." ”

With this shout, I bent over and ran forward quickly.

The voices shouted for a while, followed by a series of screams, and I panicked: Could it be the woman in red who came? Thinking of this, I quickly quickened my pace and ran forward lifelessly.

I don't know how long I ran on the road, but it gradually quieted down. At this time, I could clearly feel that the wind was already faint and negligible. That resentment, anger, is gone.

I pulled out my phone and found that there was already a signal here. I thought about it and called Secretary Wang.

His voice was tense and he asked me where I was.

I was angry, like a lion about to go mad, but my voice was calm: "Come and pick us up." Follow that path. I'm on my way. ”

After saying this, I didn't wait for Secretary Wang to answer, and hung up the phone. Since he is a conspirator of Director Liu, he must also know which way I am talking about.

I carried Xue Qian on my back for a while, and suddenly a strong light shone on me, and then someone shouted loudly: "Brother Zhao, is it you?" ”

I followed the prestige and saw a car parked on the side of the road, and then Secretary Wang opened the car door and walked down.

When I saw Secretary Wang, I couldn't help but feel angry. But I didn't say a word, but carried Xue Qian on my back and walked over step by step.

I walked to Secretary Wang's car and said, "Help me put people in." ”

Secretary Wang looked at me cautiously: "Brother Zhao, where is Director Liu?" ”

I said in a deep voice, "Dead." ”

Secretary Wang was frightened and asked, "Dead?" ”

I silently put Xue Qian in the back seat of the car, then turned around, snapped, and gave Secretary Wang a big slap.

Secretary Wang was already past middle age, and he was slapped by me, stumbling and crashing into the car.

He probably knew that he had messed things up, so he covered his face and shouted, "Brother Zhao." ”

Instead of answering him, I punched him in the chest.

This time, Secretary Wang did not speak again. He just snorted and endured in silence.

I didn't speak again, I punched and kicked him, and beat him silently.

After a few minutes, I stopped, not because the anger was gone, but because Secretary Wang's body and bones couldn't stand me beating again.

There was no emotion in my voice, and I said lightly: "Drive, go to Xue Qian's house." "Jinjima is a talent.