Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
It is no exaggeration to say that the moment when he saw his head sticking into the room, he asked himself, the daring young master Wei, that he really realized what it means to be a "dead soul".
At the same moment, Beiquan suddenly stretched out two hands, one up and one down, covering Wei Fuyuan's mouth and nose tightly.
Wei Fuyuan was stunned.
In a flash of light and flint, he actually realized what Beiquan meant.
- Don't make a sound, don't pant!
Wei Fuyuan silently grabbed Beiquan's hand.
In the dark narrow alley, under a tattered basket and a rotten sheet, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan were stuck together, so close that there was no gap.
And on top of their heads is a head with a long neck.
The head turned slowly in the alley.
His long neck is very flexible, and it traverses every nook and cranny with graceful arcs.
Wei Fuyuan curled up under the basket without moving.
Beiquan's hand was close to his mouth and nose, his palm was as cold as ice.
Wei Fuyuan could even feel a faint trembling that was barely detectable.
It was this subtle tremor that made Wei Fuyuan realize that Beiquan was nervous.
Even when he was injured and unwell, Beiquan, who used to act calmly and confidently, as if he had never had a weakness, was so nervous that his hands were shaking.
Wei Fuyuan didn't know how powerful these ghosts patrolling the city were, so powerful that even Beiquan would be embarrassed.
But in this second, he really felt distressed.
He hopes that he can be stronger, stronger, at least to be Beiquan's help or even rely on at this time.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds...
The head moved very slowly and examined carefully.
Both Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan held their breaths.
Extreme tension can make people lose their sense of time.
They didn't know how long they held their breath, and even forgot to blink.
Finally, the long neck slowly shrank back, took his head, and left the alley.
Beiquan still didn't let go of the hand covering Wei Fuyuan's mouth and nose.
"Bell - bell - jingle - bell -"
"Boom-boom-"
The sound of bells and wooden drums did not stop, and the team patrolling the city was still advancing.
The long-necked ghost turned around, merged with his companions, and disappeared into the dark and cramped alley.
Wei Fuyuan blinked, only to realize that the bells and drums that he had felt soul-stirring just now had no effect on him.
Seeing that the long-necked ghost was about to leave, he was slightly relieved, and the fingers on the back of Beiquan's hand moved.
Feeling the slight touch on the back of his hand, Beiquan immediately tightened his hands.
Wei Fuyuan's nerves that had just relaxed a little bit tense up again.
There was no sound when the ghosts marched, and Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan could only judge their current position from the sound of bells and drums.
"Bell - bell - jingle - bell -"
"Boom-boom-"
Contrary to when they came, the bells and drums finally faded away and became smaller and smaller.
Beiquan let go.
Wei Fuyuan didn't dare to make too much movement, and only changed his breath lightly and shallowly.
Beiquan held Wei Fuyuan's face with his cold hands and bit his lips hard.
"Listen, we're running out of time!"
When Wei Fuyuan was stunned by the sudden kiss, Beiquan said:
"So wait, you have to follow me and run as fast as you can!"
Beiquan's voice was soft and fast, but his words were clear:
"No matter what happens, you must never stop, let alone turn back!"
Wei Fuyuan nodded.
"it is good!"
The next second, Beiquan lifted the basket, kicked the quilt away, grabbed Wei Fuyuan's arm, and started running wildly.
Wei Fuyuan didn't know how much time was left, didn't recognize the road in Zhicheng, let alone how far they were from the "exit".
He only knew that he believed in Beiquan and would entrust 100% of his trust to the other party.
The two came to the street.
Pedestrians, livestock, vehicles... all the places you pass by are motionless.
Only the two ran abruptly, clearly showing their differences.
They are intruders, and they are aliens that do not belong to the underworld.
"Bell - bell - jingle - bell -"
"Boom-boom-"
Suddenly, Wei Fuyuan heard the familiar sound of bells and wooden drums again.
Only this time, the originally slow and long rhythm became a lot more hasty, and the sound was like a tight sound, which brought out the killing aura of a golden iron horse.
What's worse, the sound is obviously getting closer and closer to them, and the speed of approaching is faster than the speed of their escape.
This is the classic pursuit application question that elementary school monks must learn!
Wei Fuyuan didn't have to look back at all, just by listening to it, he could make up the scene behind him.
It is impossible for two outsiders who are running wild in the dead city to escape the eyes of the patrolling ghosts.
They must have been exposed when they left the alley.
So now the two of them must be followed by a group of ghosts, who are chasing them at a faster speed than them!
"run!"
Beiquan only said one word.
Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth and fled in a lifeless manner.
If you are caught, you may really die in minutes!
The bells and drums were getting louder and louder, which also meant that the pursuers were close at hand.
The dense drum beats are deafening, and in the fear, tension and confusion, the two even have the illusion that the sound source has been attached to their backs, as if they will be drowned by hundreds of ghosts in just one second.
At this moment, Beiquan suddenly grabbed Wei Fuyuan's arm and shouted sharply:
"Now, jump!"
Wei Fuyuan reflexively followed Beiquan's instructions, kicked his legs hard, and leaped into the air.
Something, rubbing his heels—a pale hand!
Kankan was only half a second away before that hand could grab Wei Fuyuan's ankle.
Beiquan pulled Wei Fuyuan, jumped three meters, and stabbed his head towards the "exit".
When they reached a certain critical point, their eyes suddenly darkened.
The dark orange sky of Zhicheng disappeared, and what appeared in front of the two was the winding and narrow Huangquan Road that seemed to have no end in sight.
"Five minutes left!"
Beiquan quickly took out the talisman paper, burned a handful of blue flames, and ordered at the same time:
"Keep running!"
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In the living room on the first floor of the "Santuchuan" Broadcasting Company, Jiang Nan'an was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, so he was about to circle around the incense case.
A piece of incense ash fell silently.
The second incense stick flickered, burned to the end, and then went out.
In this way, two of the three incense sticks have been extinguished, and the remaining one is less than half a centimeter in length, and can only last for two more minutes at most.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan were still sitting upright on the futon in front of the incense table, not at all indicating that they were about to wake up.
Jiang Nan'an was sweating profusely, staring at the residual incense that was about to burn out.
At this time, Tian Raising, who was watching onlookers, suddenly said:
"Is this scene familiar?"
Jiang Nan'an: "What!?"
Tian Jiaxing glanced at him faintly:
"Really, last time, Beiquan didn't return after a delay."
He was talking about what Beiquan did in Xuanmen Village.
At that time, Beiquan personally went to empathize with a certain student who was trapped in the fragmented space, and was almost trapped and could not come back.
Jiang Nan'an's lips quivered, "Then, what happened later?"
"Later, Beiquan almost died."
Tian Jiaxing folded his arms with a heavy expression:
"Really, his heartbeat and breathing stopped at that time. If Wei Fuyuan hadn't given him artificial respiration and put the power of merit into his body, I'm afraid he would have died."
Jiang Nan'an: "!!!"
He turned his head sharply, staring in horror at the blaze that was about to burn out.
You must know that this time Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan "go down" together, and there is no one who can give him artificial respiration. What else can I do? !
However, the so-called lucky E is to be afraid of what will come.
The last section of the incense ash fell, and the flames of the residual incense flickered and quickly dimmed.
"Fuck!!"
Jiang Nan'an was going crazy.
- I should have firmly opposed Beiquan's personal overcast! !
- And he shouldn't be allowed to take Xiaowei with him! !
Between regrets, Comrade Xiao Jiang rushed over.
It's just that before his fingers touched Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, their bodies suddenly softened, one forward, the other backward, and fell to the ground with a "dong".
At the same time, the third incense stick was completely extinguished.
Not only Jiang Nan'an, but also Zhu Ling and Tian Raisean immediately joined the two who fell to the ground.
Jiang Nan'an grabbed Wei Fuyuan's shoulder.
"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"
Wei Fuyuan suddenly turned over and coughed violently.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Jiang Nan'an was full of surprises: "Xiaowei!"
Wei Fuyuan ignored Jiang Nan'an, pushed him away, and rushed to Beiquan's side:
"North Spring!"
He squeezed out Zhu Ling and Hetian for a salary increase, took the man into his arms, and was extremely anxious: "North Spring!"
Wei Fuyuan clearly remembered that the two of them were going retrograde all the way on Huangquan Road just now. Due to the fire in their hands, countless ghosts were chasing them along the way. The scene was almost like a cross-country obstacle race.
The spell in Beiquan's hand burned out, and the two of them also saw a faint red light at the end of the road.
- That is the flame of the incense stick that will be extinguished.
"arrive!"
At this time, Wei Fuyuan heard Beiquan's cry, and pushed him hard behind his back.
Wei Fuyuan pounced on the flame uncontrollably.
The next moment, the familiar feeling of dizziness and inversion struck, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the "Three Ways".
- But he is back, what about Beiquan? !
Wei Fuyuan was so anxious that his teeth were itchy.
He held Beiquan tightly in his arms, "Beijing! Beiquan! Come back! Did you hear?!"
Beiquan's fingers trembled slightly.
Then he opened his eyes.
Wei Fuyuan's body softened, and he almost sat on the ground without a butt: "North Spring!!"
"rest assured."
Beiquan raised his lips and smiled at Wei Fuyuan:
"With you here, why can't I come back?"