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Bei Ting couldn't understand what he was talking about, let alone why he couldn't get out of this room.

It's just that he didn't realize that the place he was in at this time was not where he lived, but where Ziliang slept when he died.

"I can't go back." Beiting lowered his head slightly.

Ziliang smiled, and slowly stretched out his hand to him, "Then follow me." ”

Looking at his white hands, Bei Ting paused.

"Xiaobei!!"

Helan's anxious shouts rang out again.

"Helan ......" Bei Ting subconsciously searched, but there was no one around except him and Ziliang.

Where does the sound come from, and where are the Helan people?

Ziliang said again: "Beiting, come with me." ”

"Xiaobei, wake up!!"

"Beiting, come with me."

"Wake up!"

The voices of the two people alternated, one more hurried than the other, as if they were in a hurry.

Bei Ting was already standing at the door at this time, outside the door was Ziliang's outstretched hand, and in his ears was He Lan's anxious shout, in a dilemma.

"Wake the! Ziliang is dead!! A terrible cry blew up Beiting's brain.

Ziliang ...... Already dead......

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite, but where was there anyone in front of him?

The wind and snow blew, and there was only a white expanse, and even the footprints of the man could not be seen.

I opened my eyes with difficulty, and what caught my eyes was Helan's anxious gaze.

"Helan ......" his throat hurts and he can't stand it.

Helan's eyes were red, "Did you dream of him?" ”

Bei Ting gasped a few times, "Hmm." ”

Silent Yao showed a sure look.

He must have dreamed of Ziliang, so Beiting was trapped by the dream.

After drinking a few glasses of water and being forced by He Lan to finish the ginger soup that reduces fever, Beiting slowly went to find out the truth of the matter.

It turned out that he had been dreaming all along, and when he heard Helan shouting that he was real, everything else was an illusion, a dream.

In the dream, Ziliang asked himself to go with him, but in reality, He Lan desperately woke him up.

Fortunately, he was on Helan's side, otherwise, if he chose to go with Ziliang, it is estimated that he would not be able to wake up at this time.

A wave of anger welled up in Bei Ting's heart.

Ziliang, the second fool, actually wants to let himself die with him?

Think beautifully!

Bei Tinghao sat up suddenly, his face was full of anger, and when Helan and them went out, he put on his robe and cloak and found a hoe in the yard and went to the bamboo forest.

If you want to force me to death, Lao Tzu dug your grave!

The bamboo forest is not far from here, Bei Ting's legs and feet are fast, and it didn't take long to find the tombstone, and he didn't even hesitate at the slightest moment with a hoe, and began to dig with his head bored.

The wind is very cold this season, and the grave that has been blowing for so long has become hard.

Digging with a hoe is also very laborious.

Finally dug out a layer, Bei Ting's body couldn't hold it anymore, the heat hadn't subsided, he didn't have much strength, his body was very weak, and he could only squat on the ground to catch his breath.

When his strength was almost recovered, Beiting picked up the hoe again and continued to dig.

He didn't feel ashamed of Ziliang at all, that two fools wanted to take him away, what else did he have to scruple about.

Grave?

Go as a lonely ghost.

Bei Ting dug so hard that he didn't even notice when there was a person standing near him.

When the top layer of the coffin was revealed, Bei Ting split it with a hoe.

But somehow, there was a warmth on the side of his face, and he touched it casually, and then he was stunned.

It's tears.

It was his tears.

Bei Ting suddenly laughed, was he crying for Ziliang?

Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears, "Do you hate me so much?" Don't even spare my grave? ”

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