Liu Yang just wanted to ask, but was interrupted by the old fortune teller.
"Don't ask, it's better not to ask anything, it's better not to know everything."
The implication is that Liu Yang can only shut up obediently.
The old fortune teller picked up a cup of tea on the table and took a sip gently.
"Tell me, what's the matter with coming to me so late" The fortune teller looked at Liu Yang.
Liu Yang just remembered that he had come to him to ask about something.
"I wanted to ask you about the past."
"Oh," the old fortune teller raised his eyebrows, "Why, do you want to learn how to write that rune?"
"You must know that after you have practiced, you can face it alone."
Liu Yang shook his head, "Even if you want to learn this thing, it is impossible to practice it without one or two decades." ” "In a decade or two, I'm afraid we'll be in the mud."
"Then what do you mean," the fortune teller looked at Liu Yang with a playful expression.
"You understand our situation, you can even know what's going on in our class."
"So I'm wondering if you're familiar with our past."
After finishing speaking, Liu Yang just looked at the fortune teller.
Liu Yang listened to the fortune teller when he finished saying this.
Rarely, he didn't speak again, not knowing whether he was silent or contemplative.
"Why do you want to know about the past?"
The old fortune teller looked at him.
"What we may have done in the past" "But we forget, or rather erase our memories."
"But what I'm sure of is that it must have had a big impact on us."
"It's even quite possible, and that's why the blank is coming to our class."
Liu Yang replied with a serious look in his eyes.
"Then do they know?"
"Who" "Your classmates."
Liu Yang was silent for a while, "They probably all know. ” "I'm the only one in the dark."
The yellow light in the room, in the dark night rain, looks particularly drifting.
It seemed that after a while, it would be extinguished, and then a dark envelope would follow.
Liu Yang spoke again, "Do you know how that feels?"
"The footsteps of death crept in, followed by the sound of the rain.
"His eyes are the eyes of a black cat, with a green light, staring at your head and raising the scythe in his hand."
"The thunder of the sword, the lightning of the blood, the slow fall, the separation of life and death."
The old fortune teller did not interrupt him, but quietly listened to him finish speaking.
"It's such a bad feeling, I'm afraid, my own, my friends', I'm afraid that they will stab themselves in the back."
Liu Yang's eyes were a little crazy, and it could even be said to be a collapse.
In the past half a month, what happened in the class was enough to crush the teenager's mental line.
He had thought that there would be a hero, but maybe it was just a dream.
Or maybe we have the law, but we can't do it, we can seek the superior.
However, the shattering of hope was followed by a fall into the valley of despair.
Coupled with Lin Tao's death, he only felt so tired.
I really want to lie down forever, with my eyes closed, and I can't hear anything again.
Finally, Liu Yang finally calmed down.
His eyes gradually became clearer.
Panting slightly, the air was filled with the fragrance of tea.
"Sober," the fortune teller looked at him, "after saying it, my heart is better."
The old fortune teller laughed.
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Liu Yang nodded slightly.
"Although I know some things about your class, it's that I'm a human being, not a god."
"There are some things I can't do after all."
The fortune teller spoke slowly, in a slow tone, like a tea conversation after a meal.
He tried his best to appease the young man's uneasy heart.
The old fortune teller gave a kind smile.
"However, everything has to be done slowly, and let yourself stay alive is the most important thing now."
"As long as you can live, you can find a solution after all."
The fortune teller made a pot of tea, and the hot water soaked the tea leaves.
A few pieces of tea rolled in the water, and a wisp of light smoke lingered in the air, and the fragrance of tea was overflowing.
"Let's have a cup of tea."
Liu Yang raised the teacup and looked at the constantly tumbling tea leaves, just like his heart at this time, not calm.
When the tea entered his mouth, his mind instantly calmed down, and even his heart settled.
Liu Yang was a little confused, what happened to him just now Why is he angry, angry Obviously, he was looking for the old fortune teller to ask about another thing, but he was like crazy.
"Hehe, you kid, now you're finally back."
The fortune teller looked at Liu Yang with a smile.
"I, what happened to me just now" Liu Yang hadn't figured out what the situation was at this time.
"It's nothing, it's just a ghost washed over" The fortune teller said calmly.
"Ghost" Liu Yang's heart was shocked when he heard this, and now this word is about to become his sensitive word.
"It's all right, he's gone."
Hearing this, Liu Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
But then I got nervous again, "Is it the one who was washed down when I was at the door?"
The fortune teller shook his hand, "If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have gotten on you." ” "During this time, you've always wandered around places where you're either ghosts or dead."
"Over time, it will stay on your body, and it's normal for this to happen."
Liu Yang noticed that the old fortune teller was just answering his question.
I used the word him, as if I knew who the person inside was.
And this he is also a ghost, and the fortune teller seems to have a very close relationship with him.
Not only the ninth room, but the other eight rooms had ghosts.
The old fortune teller lives in a haunt's den.
Liu Yang felt trembling at the thought of this.
The old fortune teller also saw this, and knew what was going on in his mind.
Laughing and soothing, "It's okay, their nature is different, as long as you don't offend them, they will naturally not trouble you." ” "That's just at the door."
Liu Yang spoke.
"Maybe it's been a long time," the old fortune teller looked out the window.
"Okay, let's not talk about it at this time."
The old fortune teller took out a piece of paper, and the crooked words on it were like graffiti with elementary school students.
"What is this," Liu Yang said curiously.
"Ever."
The fortune teller only said two words.
"You want to know the answers here."
The fortune teller said solemnly.
Liu Yang leaned over, "Why is there no word on it?"
"Because these words are your memory, they are erased."
"And your memories will fade naturally."
The fortune teller's mysterious words made Liu Yang feel very excited.
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"So how do you make these words come through?"
"Soak it in water, don't bake it over fire" The fortune teller couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Roast it over fire, you can't figure it out, then why don't you use Morse code" "Then what should I do," Liu Yang was amused by the fortune teller's words.
"Of course I did."
"Stupid" three years of zero classes :