After cleaning up, when he was about to go out, Bai Tang opened his eyes in a daze.

Jiang Futing looked at the sleepy man with half-open eyes and said hello: "I'm going to school."

"Yeah~" Bai Tang closed his eyes again. That face looked very delicate no matter how you looked at it. It didn't look like a person in his thirties at all. He was still in a half-crouched posture.

Every time he sees the other person in this state, he feels as clean as a piece of paper.

Jiang Futing's condition was similar to yesterday. After leaving the old city, those sneaky ghost eyes began to explore in the dark again. Being stared at like this for a long time made his whole body feel particularly uncomfortable.

There's nothing you can do, and the gaze of these ghosts is different from the feeling of being stared at by a group of people. Even if you get used to it, you can't relax. Who knows when they will suddenly pounce on you.

But today's ghost is a little more restrained than yesterday.

At the end of the day, nothing special happened, except that there were more ghosts watching his class from a thousand meters away.

After the last class ended, the head teacher walked in with the bell ringing and forcefully pushed back the legs of a group of people who were about to fly out the next second back to their seats.

A group of students dared not speak out in anger, but all their faces were filled with impatience and slumped expressions.

"Cough! Cough!" Lao Liang coughed twice, suppressing the chaotic buzz in the classroom. "The time for the final exam has come out. It's February 3rd. The exam lasts for two days. The holiday is on the 10th.

At the end of the month, school will start on March 1st, and senior high school students will arrive at school five days early. I hope everyone will prepare well for the final exam."

After announcing the news, it was like a bomb was dropped in the classroom, and the chatter of discussion completely exploded.

Compared with missing five days, it is no longer important. Winter vacation is more important. Many people have directly skipped the topic of final exams and talked about where to go during winter vacation.

Or maybe you want to ask out your long-cherished crush and confess your love as soon as there is half a semester left in your senior year of high school.

Lao Liang, who was originally just taking up time after class to talk about things, didn't bother to take care of the noisy situation. He took his books and materials and left the classroom.

Jiang Futing looked at the time written on the blackboard. Today was only the 11th, so it was still early.

It is estimated that by then the ghost energy in my body will be gone, and I will be able to study with peace of mind for a few days.

If the time for the final exam was moved forward, he was really afraid that his state would be affected. After confirming that the subsequent learning process was relatively smooth, he slowly closed the book.

After the evening self-study is over, the process is the same as yesterday, with the last one closing the door.

After taking the subway, changing to a bus, and getting off the bus, as the eager gazes disappeared, he once again felt the long-lost purity, and even the night breeze blowing in his face became a little lovely.

Today I walked out of the subway station and waited for the bus. When I got off the bus, it was five minutes earlier than yesterday.

Jiang Futing calmed down and watched the white mist slowly dissipate in front of his eyes. The temperature at night was usually minus eight or nine degrees, and he didn't feel cold, but after getting used to it, it seemed to be nothing.

Human adaptability is truly a miraculous thing. Things that I was desperately resisting just a few days ago have just come over.

And I feel pretty good about it.

Before he reached the necessary crossroads, Jiang Futing felt the familiar ghostly energy again from some distance away.

When he stopped at the corner, he looked in the middle of the road, and sure enough, it was the ghost again.

Just like yesterday, I turned my back to this direction and looked quietly at the road diagonally opposite.

superior.

He obviously saw the ghost figure stiffen. When he turned around, he still had the same peaceful smile as yesterday, but there was some surprise in his eyes.

I probably didn't expect to meet him again today.

Then the unexpected look in his eyes was restrained by him and returned to calmness. He turned back and continued to look over there quietly.

Even if you are waiting for someone like this, you will have some expectations. If you don’t have expectations, you will have some other things. Otherwise, what is the point of standing there.

But the male ghost looked like he had been waiting for a long time. Even his demeanor was calm. He felt that every inch of the other person revealed his habit of being in such a state.

The figure was against the light, and the warm yellow street lamp could not illuminate him, but separated his figure and penetrated it.

He didn't feel this way when he saw ghosts before, but now Jiang Futing feels it.

From the inside to the outside, there is a sense of loneliness that belongs to different spaces.

Jiang Futing could realize at this moment that it was yin and yang that separated the crowd from the ghosts. When he withdrew his eyes and looked at the scenery on the side, he was glad that he was still in the human world. When his eyes fell on the ghosts again, it was hell again.

's lonely soul.

In the past, when I saw the two words yin and yang, I thought most of front light and backlight, and the biggest feeling was nothing more than life and death, but suddenly these two words seemed huge.

It is vast and boundless, and is as tiny as dust.

After arriving home, he continued to attract ghosts, draw talismans, and read books. Several things were carried out in an orderly manner at the same time. All learning content was compressed to school and he used the fragmented time to supplement the extracurricular knowledge that he was still interested in.

It was like this for several days in a row, and every night when I passed the intersection on my way home, I would always run into that male ghost.

Just like the first day, if the classes he attended, what he said, and what he did were not different every day, he would even have the illusion that time was fixed on that day.

Until he gets used to it.

When he came back on Friday night and walked near that street, Jiang Futing no longer felt the familiar ghostly energy.

Somewhat confused, he even wondered whether his perception was wrong or there was something wrong with the ghost energy. He checked around the body and found that there was nothing abnormal.

Is that really not there?

Before he reached the corner, he raised his eyes and looked at the middle of the road. It was indeed deserted.

When I reached the intersection, I was very sure that the male ghost was indeed not here today.

The entire road was extremely quiet, except for the rustling of leaves on the roadside.

The green light on the road opposite turned on, and he only saw a little girl wrapped in a coat, burying her head against the cold wind, crossing the zebra crossing.

That ghost's obsession seemed to be very deep. Although there was no expression on his face and he was always very calm, the stubbornness in his expression was somewhat similar to his own.

It's impossible to give up, and it's also impossible to be captured by a ghost. After a few days of observation, the guy's ghost energy is very solid, as if he has practiced ghost magic, and he doesn't look like an ordinary lonely ghost.

Probably something happened to me.

People have their own things, and ghosts also have their own things. It's normal.

In the past two days, under the influence of Bai Tang's indifferent concept of all things, Jiang Futing no longer felt that anything was abnormal.

After going back in the evening, he still channeled the ghost energy on his body and turned it around. Not much was leaking out, only a thin layer was left. It is estimated that in another three or four days, there will basically be no major problems.

The introduced ghost energy did not completely stay in the ghost veins, and many of them directly infiltrated his limbs and bones, washing them over and over again.

In Bai Tang's words, it is body quenching.

The progress is much faster than expected, and so is the drawing of symbols. From the painstaking ten minutes to draw one picture at the beginning, to now I can draw it in one stroke, and the appearance is decent, not ugly.

Apart from still being a little exhausted, there are no other big problems.

Jiang Futing put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and cleared the coffee table as usual. There was no class tomorrow, so Bai Tang would probably catch him drawing new talismans.

After collecting things and taking a shower, I found that Bai Tang hadn't come back today.

I looked at the time and it was almost 12 o'clock.

Jiang Futing put down his cell phone, flipped through the book in his hand, and waited.

As a result, he waited until almost two o'clock. He looked at the phone and frowned, and the corners of his eyes began to feel physiologically sore.

After thinking for a moment, he closed the book and lay down.

I don't want to think about it, but I can't help but think about the troublesome things that Bai Tang can't solve.

The light on the bedside was not turned off, leaving a little light on, as if there were people waiting at home, so I wouldn't be too lonely.

It was like this at home before. If he came home late, Lin Jin would keep the lights in the living room on and not sleep. He would sit on the sofa with a small blanket and warm milk and wait quietly.

Every time he went back, Lin Jin had already dozed off with her head tilted to one side, and the milk in her hand had long since gone cold.

I vaguely thought about some things at home, and I don't know when sleep swept over my consciousness.

Jiang Futing didn't know whether he was asleep or not. He seemed to be asleep, but he seemed to be awake. At least he could feel all the movements outside clearly.

When the familiar dark wind suddenly swept through him, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw a slender white figure slowly walking out of the darkness. When the long black mist disappeared around Bai Tang, the two of them looked at each other and were stunned for a moment.

"You haven't slept yet?" Bai Tang's voice was quite surprised.

Jiang Futing waited for countless ghost images to merge before saying with a dry throat: "I just woke up."

"Then I'll keep my voice down, and you can continue sleeping." Bai Tang said and took off his coat.

His tone still sounded neither salty nor bland as before, but the inadvertently raised volume in his words revealed how irritated he was at this moment.

Jiang Futing still looked at him and said, "Sleep later."

"Oh, that's up to you." Bai Tang didn't say much, picked up his clothes and walked to the toilet.

The sound insulation effect of the walls and doors is inherently poor, and crackling sounds will come from inside, as loud as thunder suddenly crackling in a calm night.

Jiang Futing was afraid that people from the building next door would knock on the door and accuse them of disturbing the residents.

It's not just a bad mood, it's terrible.

When Bai Tang came out of the toilet after taking a shower, he was a little better. His eyebrows were not so tightly knitted, but he still had an aura of "don't let strangers in".

"What happened?" Jiang Futing hesitated and asked.

Bai Tang took a deep breath, dried the water on the soles of his feet and got into the quilt: "It's a big deal... it's not a big deal." He thought for a moment and turned around, looking at Jiang Futing: "It can be considered a big deal."

Jiang Futing looked at him silently. He had never noticed before that Bai Tang's eyelashes were very thick, long and curled.
Chapter completed!