By the time Qin Bing came back to her senses, Xu Qing had disappeared into the vast night. Her cries turned into choked sobs, and then turned into anxious calls. However, Xu Qing, who was far away, could no longer hear all of this.
Xu Qing walked aimlessly on the street, enjoying the empty loneliness in his heart. He didn't even know where he should go. It wasn't until today that he felt that this city was so strange. There was a park not far away.
Under the halo of dim street lights, two rows of long stone benches can be vaguely seen.
One of the rows of stone benches was covered with newspapers, and a long object was lying on it. Xu Qing, half-heartedly, slowly walked to another bench and sat down. When he turned his head and looked around, he discovered that it was not far away.
Lying on the bench was a sloppy old man in ragged clothes, with an old newspaper covering his face. His snoring was earth-shattering, like a dozen passionate sows roaring in unison.
Xu Qing was thinking about his own affairs, and lay down on the stone bench. A burst of tiredness came over him, and he fell asleep unknowingly. I don't know how long it took, but Xu Qing felt a rush on his face while he was sleeping.
A puff of hot air followed by a faint scent of sandalwood penetrated the nostrils.
Surprised, I opened my eyes and saw a small fire lit beside the stone bench not far away. The sloppy old man was sitting silently by the fire, and kept picking up a pile of
The paper was thrown into the fire, and Xu Qing happened to be sleeping downwind. No wonder the hot air blew on his face.
"What is this old man burning? Why is there such a smell of sandalwood?" Xu Qing was puzzled, and due to curiosity, he got up and walked over.
The sloppy old man half-closed his eyes and muttered some words in his mouth. He didn't seem to notice anyone coming over. He picked up the piece of paper and threw it into the fire.
This time Xu Qing finally saw clearly that what the old man was burning was a pile of yellow paper with figures of villains printed on it, but it was not clear where the sandalwood smell came from.
Xu Qing shook his head and was about to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, his pants sank. He turned around and saw that it was the old man holding the hem of his pants.
"Young man, help me, this old man, burn some pieces of paper..." The sloppy old man's sinister voice sent chills down the spine.
The pores on Xu Qing's body shrank, and he shivered, thinking to himself, this old man didn't run away from a mental hospital, right? He and I are not related, and besides, this man is still alive and kicking, how can I help him burn the ghost paper?
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Burning paper has been a way to commemorate deceased relatives and friends since ancient times. It was unheard of for a living person to burn paper for himself, so Xu Qing could only classify this sloppy old man as a mental patient.
Seeing that Xu Qing was not moved at all, the old man grinned, showing his white teeth, and refused to let go of his hand holding his pants.
"Young man, just take pity on my dying old man and come over and burn a few!"
Xu Qing felt a pain in his heart. He gritted his teeth and squatted beside the fire. He picked up a few pieces of paper and put them into the fire. His eyes glanced at the crazy old man's waist from time to time. It was clear that there was something hidden in the bulging bag.
, maybe it’s still a cold weapon.
He naively believed that when he was entangled with such a mentally ill person, sometimes it would be easier to get away by following his will. It was like a drunk person who likes to say, "I'm not drunk, and the insane person will never admit it."
I am sick, and it would be bad if I offend this crazy old man.
With Xu Qing's participation, the pile of paper was burned out quickly, and the wind blew the black paper ash flying all over the sky, like low-flying ink butterflies.
"Thank you young man, just consider these as rewards for burning paper for me!" The crazy old man took out two stacks of brand new banknotes from his pocket and placed them in front of Xu Qing.
The seal was not even broken, and there was a stack of 10,000 yuan. Xu Qing reached out and picked up a banknote and scratched the edge with his thumb. It was a genuine Bank of China Dayang, and he could still vaguely smell the smell of ink.
With 20,000 yuan in front of him, for Xu Qing, who was in urgent need of money, it was absolutely false to be completely unmoved. Even a stack of it could solve the current dilemma he and his sister-in-law were facing. At the same time, he was absolutely certain of one thing.
The old man is really crazy, and he is a rich crazy person.
Xu Qing was short of money, but his conscience told him that if a mentally ill old man was greedy for money, it would not be a lack of money, but a lack of morality.
The corner of his mouth twitched twice, but Xu Qing still chose to put the money where it was and whispered: "Old man, I can't take this money, you'd better put it away!"
Two gleams of light flashed in the old madman's cloudy eyes. He picked up two stacks of banknotes and put them into his arms. He smiled, and two wild chrysanthemums bloomed in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He lowered his head and murmured: "Okay.
Boy, I'm neither greedy nor arrogant. I'm a natural-born jade. I didn't expect that before Jin Tong's soul returned to the underworld, he would meet such a descendant. God has been so kind to me..."
Xu Qing didn't hear clearly what the old man said. He rubbed his sore knees and wanted to get up and leave. Unexpectedly, the crazy old man opposite suddenly raised his head, with two golden lights flashing in his pupils, and looked directly into Xu Qing's eyes.
"Young man, look into my eyes, look into my eyes, relax, relax..."
The old madman's insidious voice seemed to carry some kind of magic power, penetrating into the depths of people's souls, and the ethereal and repeated words affected all the people's thoughts. Xu Qing felt that his mind went blank. After his body stiffened, he gradually began to relax, and his eyes
There was only a pair of pupils shining with golden light.
Gold, a dreamlike color, a pair of coquettish golden pupils were tightly enlarged in Xu Qing's eyes. All thoughts had stopped at this moment, and there was only a bright golden color left in the world. He seemed to feel a hint of coldness in his eyes.
The breath is swirling around the eyeballs, refreshing... the feeling is really wonderful.
I don't know how long it took, but the golden pupils in his eyes gradually dimmed. When the golden light disappeared completely, Xu Qing also regained consciousness. Only then did he realize that he was sitting stupidly on the grass, and there was no old madman in front of him.
There was not even ashes left over from burning paper.
Xu Qing scratched his head with confusion, then stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, but found nothing wrong with him.
"Is this all an illusion? No way? Last night I remember helping a crazy old man burn paper..." Xu Qing stood up and was about to take a look around, but unexpectedly, a bone-chilling cold wind hit him without any warning.
After entering the crook of his neck, he was so shocked that the hair on his head stood up. He didn't even bother to look for some crazy old man anymore, and hurriedly trotted away from this land of right and wrong.
Less than a minute after Xu Qing left, a pile of burned paper ashes suddenly appeared next to the stone bench, and a slovenly old man with an ashen face leaned against the stone bench and panted softly, with a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth.
The relieved smile slowly solidified...
Shortly after the old man died, two black figures floated over, picked up the old man's body and quickly disappeared into the first ray of morning light.