At this moment, Zhao Yan's mind was blank, and before he could think more about the girl's withered branches, his hand grabbed his neck violently, as if he was stuck by pliers, and the stench of rotting corpses came up, making him feel a sense of weakness and dizziness, and then all the students in the class stood up in slow motion like corpse-like bodies.

Zhao Yan grabbed hard and wanted to break it open, but the arm with only two bones was as hard as iron pincers, he felt a burst of dizziness, the dim light flickered and dimmed, and everyone stood up, as if someone commanded, slowly raised their heads, all the people seemed to have been burned by the fire, the whole body emitted a scorched stench, on the face, on the hands, every piece of skin was falling off, and he opened his mouth to scream, but he could only see black smoke coming out of his mouth like a black hole, and everyone's skin and flesh and facial features were burned into a piece that did not look like he was right, but Zhao Yan could feel the wails of despair, the moans of pain, this is a hell on earth.

He tried all his strength to struggle away, but he seemed to be fixed here, and he couldn't use any strength at all, and gradually those burned corpses stretched out their arms a little bit like this side, and the scene in front of him was also blurred a little bit, and finally lost consciousness.

Xiao Ming sat cross-legged in front of the incense, all he could do now was pray, at this time he saw Zhao Yan pinching his neck with both hands, his face gradually turned red, he might really die if he went on like this, but he couldn't do anything, his head and palms were already full of cold sweat: "Zhao Yan, you must hold on, you must get through." ”

Xiao Ming kept muttering in his heart, seeing that the incense had already been burned for more than a third, if he forcibly stopped, the consequences would be serious, and Zhao Yan would become a vegetative person, so in this case, he didn't dare to make a decision lightly, he could only stare at Zhao Yan motionlessly, but he was also prepared for the worst, that is, he couldn't let Zhao Yan die in front of his eyes in his heart after he lost his soul.

"Zhao Yan, you have to remember, what is happening now is that if you think it is a dream, he is a dream, if you lose yourself and think that he is real, then it really becomes true, you must hold on!" Xiao Ming sat on the ground, paused, and then recited the scriptures: "For example, a painter." Distributed in all colors. Falsely take out of phase. There is no difference between large species. Colorless in large species. There are no big species in the color. It is also inseparable from the big species. And colored ones are available. There is no color painting in my heart. There is no heart in the painting. But not leave the heart. Colorful paintings are available. His heart can't stand still. It's incredible. Show all colors. Each does not know each other. For example, an engineer painter. I can't know my own mind. And draw from the heart. The same is true of the Dharma. The heart is like a painter. I can draw the world. The five aggregates are born from birth. It is impossible not to make it. Nina Foyer. Like all living beings of Buddhas. You should know the Buddha and the mind. The body is endless. If people know what they do. All the worlds are made. If you are a human being, you will see the Buddha. The authenticity of the Buddha. The mind does not dwell in the body. The body is not in the mind. And can do Buddha things. Comfortable has never been. If one wants to know. All the Buddhas of the three worlds. The boundaries of the law should be observed. Everything is made by the mind. Xiao Ming didn't care about Zhao Yan's situation at this time, and recited the scriptures in the hope that the gods and Buddhas in the underworld could bless and protect him.

Zhao Yan's state at this time is like being caught in a dream, if you think that everything in the dream is real, then you will be lost in your dream, but if you can keep your heart unchanged, then everything will not exist when you wake up from the dream, in fact, the three souls and seven spirits of people have an internal connection, Xiao Ming wants Zhao Yan to go to the depths of the child's soul and use his own inner connection to pull his soul back. However, the risk of doing so is also extremely great, and if you don't get it right, even the person who saved the person will get lost and never come back.

Zhao Yan woke up slowly, and found that he was still sitting on the stool on the side of the class podium of class 32, the sunlight came in directly from the window, the outside was bright and dazzling, the tables and chairs were neatly placed in the class, the wall was the same as what he saw in his dream, the window was open, and a thousand paper cranes hung down on it, empty and quiet, it always seemed that it was not so real, it felt that something was wrong, and suddenly remembered that "quiet" Yes, everything was too quiet, there was no wind, there was no anger, as if everything was frozen in a moment.

Zhao Yan felt lazy, his eyelids were a little heavy, as if he climbed down and fell asleep like this, it was a kind of inner comfort, away from the hustle and bustle of the day, away from those deceitful people, away from those helplessness of struggling, just want to stop in this same place.

It's like there are a lot of memories in this class, too much reluctance, too much nostalgia, just when his eyelids were fighting, suddenly a boy appeared in the last row of seats by the window, a sense of déjà vu, a feeling of long-term absence welled up in his heart, this boy appeared in the sun, the sun pierced him and he couldn't open his eyes, but this boy made him feel an inexplicable sense of closeness, dependence, and belief in his heart, and at the same time there was a kind of regret for negligence and missing.

"Who are you, I seem to know you but can't remember, why are you here?" Zhao Yan didn't open his mouth but passed his voice out, as if he was afraid of breaking the tranquility here, just a heart-to-heart exchange.

The boy didn't turn his head, he kept looking out the window, Zhao Yan didn't rush to ask, as if the two of them had a tacit understanding, this action was so familiar, the big boy in front of him was like himself, but there was a sense of sadness, he seemed to be able to feel the emotions in the boy's heart, but he couldn't remember seeing it there.

The boy lowered his head and said slowly: "Don't you remember me, I am you, you are my present life, I am your past life." With that, the boy turned his head slowly.

Zhao Yan was taken aback, the boy in front of him looked exactly the same as himself, with the same face, the same expression, and the same way he spoke, Zhao Yan looked at it stupidly, as if he was looking in the mirror.

After a short period of stunned, Zhao Yan also felt a trace of difference, the eyes of the boy in front of him had a kind of vicissitudes of life different from his age, it was a kind of helplessness after how many years, but Zhao Yan did not have a little fear but a sense of dependence.

"You don't have to feel confused, I can know everything you think in your heart, because I am you, you are me, we don't have much time, I also borrowed a little power from that friend from your outside world and you are now in a dying time, Yang Qi is the weakest, I can pull you to my space, otherwise you still can't see me, but now is not the time to chat, the truth of everything has to be revealed by yourself, remember that when your consciousness is restored, you only have one chance, I'll use my strength to help you break away, and then the choice is up to you, if you run by yourself, there is still a chance of survival, if you take that child, you may not be the opponent of that ghost, and then you may even be buried here. After speaking, he turned his head and looked out of the window again, the sunlight outside the window was still dazzling, and everything outside could not be seen clearly.

Zhao Yan had a lot of questions in his heart, but before he could speak, he felt a pain in his neck like fire, a suffocating feeling as if his chest was about to explode, and then the scenery in front of him began to rotate, and the boy's voice came from his ears: "There is no time, remember that it is up to you how to grasp this life." Zhao Yan didn't hear what else was behind, but he just returned to this hellish classroom in front of him.

I don't know where the strength came from, Zhao Yan pulled away the hands of the girl in front of him violently, and pushed her hard into the dead bodies that were slowly moving over, coughing and panting