Liu Yang sat alone on the bus, looking at the scene outside the bus.
The wind and rain were dim, mixed in the rainy night with mixed lights.
In Liu Yang's mind, he really thought about this one thing.
Maybe there are many things that are constantly interspersed in his mind.
Gao Zhong died, but why didn't he receive a blank death message?
What is the purpose of Jiang Yichuan approaching himself Someone as strong as him doesn't need to be a helper at all.
And what is that weird past for the class?
Anyone who talks about him talks about the tiger's discoloration, but why he has no memory.
Is he still normal, or are they all crazy, or maybe they are normal and they are crazy.
There were many, many questions that were haunting his mind.
He wanted to unravel them one by one, but he couldn't.
Each question is like a chain of locks, tightly fastened together.
If you can't unlock the first ring, then you can't unlock the second, or even the third, or the fourth.
The rain was still falling, like the twilight in his heart, which had not been touched for a long time.
By the time he arrived at the old fortune teller's courtyard, it was already 7:30.
When it made him feel strange, the energy was not closed, but open.
As if he knew he was coming, he opened the door like a master and welcomed the guests.
At this time, Liu Yang felt a yin wind coming, not only in the rain, but more like the yin wind in the tomb.
The cold makes people shiver, from the trembling in the soul, from the inside to the outside, and even the fear of fate, innately.
Only then did Liu Yang feel that this courtyard was not normal.
Maybe you don't feel that way when you come in the morning, but when it comes to night.
Its strangeness, its calmness, its silence, all manifested themselves without exception.
I'm afraid that's why there are no people living around this courtyard.
If you look at it from a distance, you can see that this courtyard looks like an abandoned person.
Drift with the wind on the lonely sea, listen to the wind and listen to the rain and rain.
Liu Yang walked in, and this feeling deepened, but fortunately, the room where the old fortune teller took him in the morning was on the light.
Liu Yang's heart suddenly had a hint of comfort.
It is like a person who is lost in the sea sees a lighthouse, and a person who is deep in a snowy mountain sees a torch.
Light, a place where people feel warm and calm.
Liu Yang's footsteps couldn't help but walk quickly.
When he stepped out for the first time, he heard a sigh in his ear.
This delusion made him stunned, not that he suspected that he had heard it wrong.
But this kind of voice is like an old man gently ringing in his ears, in his heart, in the depths of his soul.
You, are you there?
Liu Yang only saw clearly this time, he passed through the first closed door.
But after thinking about it for a while, Liu Yang gave up.
Soon, his feet passed through a second door, and sure enough, another voice sounded.
The voice wasn't like the first one before, a little old, but still not him.
Liu Yang was moved by a panic in his heart, and his steps unconsciously accelerated, wanting to pass through the eight doors as soon as possible.
Every time you pass through a door, a sound sounds.
The common feature of every sound is that an old man in the twilight of his voice spits softly in his ear.
But that's not the most important thing.
The most important thing is that Liu Yang feels that such a voice is so familiar.
It's like your own relatives, and some are like your friends.
It's as if I met them yesterday and today they are old.
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The ninth door that Liu Yang is uncontrolled is not so much uncontrollable as it is a ghost.
He walked slowly towards the ninth door, stepping up the stairs, a few drops of rain and dew on the corners of his clothes.
Liu Yang stood in front of the ninth door, and the distance between him and the door was only three feet.
But the distance of three feet made him feel so far away.
Obviously, he only needed three steps to step over.
But his body instinctively told him he couldn't go.
All he had to do was push the door forward with a gentle push.
He will be able to know who is in it, whose voice is coming out, and what is the mystery in this room.
A voice in the room called to him.
Every time he took a step further, the voice became clearer, as if he were tempting himself.
Push it open, push open the door.
Take a step forward and you will be able to see what is true and what is false.
What's in front of you isn't real, and what really doesn't necessarily exist in front of you.
After all, what others say is the mouth of others, and their own mouth can only say what they say.
Lift your hand slightly, then push it forward, come on, come on.
Let me tell you the answer.
Let you know what was ever What is the past When will it pass "Go back" Suddenly, a roar of anger woke Liu Yang up and stopped him from moving.
And at this time, Liu Yang came to his senses.
He also knew what he was standing for.
His fingers were only as big as a hair from the doorframe.
The fortune teller man hurriedly rushed forward and clasped Liu Yang's arm tightly.
Resolutely do not let him take another step forward.
Liu Yang was a little surprised by the old man's quick movements, as well as his athletic skills, especially the strength of his hands.
Liu Yang, an 18-year-old young man, even felt pain in his arm.
He tried to break free, but found that he felt like he was caught, and he couldn't break free.
"You promised me that you were not allowed to touch them" "Since an agreement has been made, then there must be no breach of contract."
"The runes on the City God Temple are clearly written in black and white" "Do you dare to disobey the gods?"
The old fortune teller shouted angrily.
"He's not the only one, it's also a piece of advice to everyone, otherwise don't blame me for being unreasonable" Sure enough, the moment the fortune teller appeared, all the sounds stopped.
Especially the door in front of Liu Yang, he heard a sigh inside.
A weak and old sigh, as if through time and space, through time.
Liu Yang looked at the fortune teller, he should have heard this sigh too.
Because when Liu Yang heard this sigh, his eyes became helpless.
If it weren't for the fact that there was still a red light in his eyes, it would be as if he had accepted his fate.
"Go" The fortune teller said in a deep voice, and then he didn't mean to spread the willow poplars.
Pull him back tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.
Wait until the two of them enter the house.
The old fortune teller closed the door again.
Then he exhaled a sigh of relief, and then what he had just experienced was a life-and-death event.
This feeling is even felt by Liu Yang, and the dripping on his back is not all rain, but more sweat.
Cold sweat.
The old fortune teller made it to the chair, and a person looked at something sullenly, more like in a daze.
Liu Yang casually glanced at it and found the painting hanging on the wall.
There seems to be an extra black spot, I don't know if it's because of the rain, which wets the corners of my eyes.
"Don't go near all doors except here."
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It took a long time for the fortune teller old man to speak.
Liu Yang thought that the fortune teller would scold him, but he didn't expect this scene to come.
"It's the past, it's the past, it's the past."
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