Chapter 55

After class, the four of them had no classes to attend, so Qiu Tingxu took the initiative to take Luo Qingfeng back to the dormitory.

He also offered Wen Lang's armchair as a courtesy, but the extra stool had not been sat on for a long time, so Wen Lang thought it must be covered with dust and was unwilling to sit on it, so he had to lean on the table.

Qiu Tingxu and Xu Yansheng both sat down in their respective chairs, leaving him alone standing.

It's really inconvenient to have to raise your head when talking to him.

So Qiu Tingxu looked at him with a smile: "What's the matter, young master, is the empty chair hot on your butt?"

"Are you standing here to show off your height?"

Wen Lang took a few pieces of paper in frustration and prepared to wipe the stool.

When I wiped it, I found that there was actually no dust.

So he sighed: "The air quality in our Nan'an City is so good. It has been so long without any dust!"

Qiu Tingxu sneered: "Look at you, you're so silly. Xu Yansheng is always wiping dust everywhere, and you still think the air quality is good. Use your brain, which looks big but is actually very small, and think about it!"

Wen Lang was not angry even though he was attacked personally. He threw the paper into the trash can and saw Luo Qingfeng's uneasy and anxious expression at a glance.

"Okay, okay, Xu Yansheng, you are my God! Okay, okay, let's get to the point. What's going on?"

Xu Yansheng didn't even look at them, his eyelashes drooped, his gaze fell on Luo Qingfeng's feet.

He pointed with his bony fingers, his brows were relaxed, and his tone was indifferent.

"There, stands Yue'er."

The three of them followed his finger and looked, but it was obviously of no use, after all, they did not have the ability to see ghosts and spirits.

Luo Qingfeng stared at his side for a long time. He could feel nothing except a strange chill.

But he was unwilling and dared not to doubt Xu Yansheng.

He only whispered, "What does she look like?"

What if it's just a name? What if it’s not his Yue’er?

Xu Yansheng: "She is about ten years old, has the same eyes as you, a black beauty spot between her eyebrows, has two braids, and wears a pink princess dress..."

Luo Qingfeng raised his hand to stop him from speaking: "Enough, I already know, it's Yue'er..."

Xu Yansheng then stared into his eyes and said slowly: "Yuer has lost her memory. She doesn't recognize you."

"But the subconscious is very close to you."

"If you know something, consider speaking up."

Luo Qingfeng lowered his eyes, like the yellow leaves that were about to fall in autumn. When the wind blew, they would sway and fall to the ground and break into mud.

He did not directly answer Xu Yansheng's question, but asked, "Can I see her?"

"I'll tell you later. I'm not in the state to recall this now."

Xu Yansheng looked into the void again, and after a long pause, he said calmly, "You can see me at night, at twelve o'clock, indoors with an umbrella."

Luo Qingfeng didn't react at all, but Wen Lang and Qiu Tingxu got goosebumps naturally.

Qiu Tingxu was not afraid, it was just that this matter was too weird and he really couldn't adapt to it for a while.

"...I have a question, how many ghosts are there in our dormitory in the middle of the night?"

He still remembers the hanged ghost mentioned before, and the picture suddenly came to his mind again.

That was really what Xu Yansheng said to scare them, so he turned his head slightly to avoid their sight.

He whispered, "There's only one now. I've driven away the others."

Qiu Tingxu was a little suspicious, but he didn't see you rushing away.

"When did you rush?"

Xu Yansheng: "When you were not around, I used the Word Spirit Technique to drive them away."

Qiu Tingxu asked questions one after another: "When have I ever been away?"

Xu Yansheng looked at him deeply, not panicking at all: "...when you go to the toilet."

Qiu Tingxu was embarrassed: "...Ahem, sorry to bother you!"

Wen Lang then asked: "Is your method reliable? Can we see it too?"

Xu Yansheng nodded: "Stand under the umbrella."

Wen Lang asked Luo Qingfeng, his concern mixed with a bit of awkwardness: "Hey! Are you going to stay in our dormitory tonight?"

Luo Qingfeng nodded impatiently. He had already realized that Xu Yansheng must have some abilities that ordinary people did not have.

So it is safest for him to stay here.

"Brother Lang, can I sleep with you?"

Wen Lang's first reaction was to refuse: "What a joke... No, you can still sleep in this situation?"

Luo Qingfeng lowered his eyebrows and looked listless. He said, "I might lose control of my emotions and then faint."

Wen Lang opened his mouth, then closed it again. After thinking for a long time, he said, "...You, why are you such a weakling!"

"Okay, okay, you can sleep in my bed!"

Luo Qingfeng asked again: "What about you?"

Wen Lang looked at Qiu Tingxu, then at Xu Yansheng, but still did not dare to provoke Xu Yansheng.

He could only droop his head and say: "Where else can I sleep? Of course I'll squeeze in with you..."

Luo Qingfeng nodded and said something to the air in front of him.

"Yuer, wait for your brother, we will meet in the evening."

Xu Yansheng raised his hand to cover his forehead and sighed softly.

"She's not in front of you, she's to your right, hugging your thigh."

Luo Qingfeng's expression froze, and he silently felt the touch of her thigh.

Yeah, it's really chilly.

However, since he felt chilly all day, he ignored it for the moment.

So he lowered his head and said it again towards his thigh.

Xu Yansheng turned his head away, unable to bear the sight, and scolded Yue'er.

"Yuer, you are so naughty."

Qiu Tingxu and Wen Lang: “???”

What exactly happened?

Luo Qingfeng focused all his attention on his skin senses, and helplessly turned his head to the back and said: "Yuer, are you playing hide-and-seek with your brother again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body froze, as if some words had touched his forbidden zone.

He was originally very fair, and the previously healthy white color turned pale at this moment, and even his lips lost their color.

He suddenly squatted on the ground, put his hands around his knees, and hugged himself, making a gesture of self-isolation and protection.

His skin seemed to be trembling slightly, and a thin layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his thin neck.

He was speaking, his voice fragmented.

I can't hear it clearly at all.

Wen Lang was stunned, then he squatted down anxiously and held the man's shoulders and shook him gently: "Luo Qingfeng, Qingfeng, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm by your side!"

Luo Qingfeng seemed to be dragged into another dimension by an unknown entity, ignoring his movements and voices.

Wen Lang anxiously moved closer to his head and shouted into his ear.

But unexpectedly, I heard Luo Qingfeng's murmur clearly.

"Yuer... I'm sorry... It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

"I'll go and accompany you, okay?"

These three sentences are repeated over and over again.

His voice was already weak, and now it was filled with overwhelming despair and a determination to die.

Hearing this, Wen Lang, a tough guy, had his eyes red.

This state was obviously not right, but he had no way to forcibly bring Luo Qingfeng back to his senses.

I could only look to Xu Yansheng for help.