The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

When the two of them chatted face to face, they could only vaguely see the outline, let alone see anything else clearly. Song Nan pressed the lock screen button twice, but the screen did not respond as if it was turned off.

"Is it broken?" Feng Yue leaned over to look at it and asked.

"I don't know." Song Nan replied in a self-consoling manner, "It shouldn't be so short, I fell down..."

"It's broken." Feng Yue said.

"Ah?" Song Nan tried his best to get closer but didn't see clearly what was going on on the screen. He couldn't help but look at Fengyue suspiciously, "Don't curse."

Feng Yue frowned, "Don't talk about this."

He didn't like to hear that word.

"What?" Song Nan pressed the power button twice and asked in confusion.

"Curse." Feng Yue almost gritted his teeth and said these two words, his voice was very cold.

However, Song Nan had been fiddling with his mobile phone all the time, so he didn't pay much attention to his tone, and continued casually, "Why?"

"I don't like it." Feng Yue's tone was cold.

This time Song Nan heard clearly, not only the words but also the tone of voice.

Fengyue occasionally laughs when talking to people. When he laughs, he gives people the illusion of being at ease and at ease. Sometimes he also jokes along with people, giving people the illusion that he is actually quite talkative. .

It is also such a person who is more terrifying than ordinary people when he suddenly changes his face.

Song Nan didn't understand how a casual word of his could touch him, but they were in this dark place where there was a ghost, and he was always able to bend and stretch.

He didn't ask why again, and he accepted it with a hum.

Feng Yue probably also realized that his tone was a little heavy, and wanted to say a few more words to ease the atmosphere, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Song Nan's inadvertent words touched the pain in his heart that could never be erased. It was like a valve that was turned on and off, but someone touched it lightly, and the police were called, and they wanted to close the valve again. By the time, it was already too late.

If it were a different person, for example, Wang Lei who always bullied Huang Diwen spoke to him in this tone, Song Nan probably punched his dog's head without even thinking about it.

It's not that he's afraid of Fengyue, and he's not Liu Hao, he's a ghost.

It's just that he grew up in the market since he was a child, has seen many people of all kinds, and knows many rules of survival.

Feng Yue was able to swing Zhang He, who is not low in height and weight, four or five meters away with one arm, which shows that this person is very powerful in combat, and he knows what will happen if he really punches him without thinking about it. What's more, in such a situation , One more person is better than him alone.

And one more person will make people feel at ease.

Song Nan has always been a person who can bend and stretch, not to mention that everyone has some points in their hearts that should not be touched by outsiders. Perhaps the word curse is Feng Yue's point, although it is a bit strange.

But on the other hand, being able to see ghosts is also Song Nan's point. When others laugh and tell ghost stories, he is actually quite disgusted in his heart.

The two who fell into silence again seemed to have covered the already dull night with a veil, and the night seemed to be a little thicker.

I don't know how long it took, when Song Nan frantically pressed the power button to turn on the phone, Feng Yue suddenly spoke.

"Do you believe in curses?"

Fengyue's voice was very low, but it was so clear in this quiet environment that Song Nan was taken aback, and looked up at the person next to him in confusion.

Don't let people mention it?Why did he bring it up instead?

It is incomprehensible.

When this word came out of his mind, Song Nan was taken aback. He seemed to be getting more and more powerful recently, and idioms popped out one after another. It seems that getting along with cultural people is still useful.

Before Song Nan could answer, Feng Yue said to himself, "I am a cursed person."

Song Nan: "..."

Is this a bit too high school? ? ?If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't believe it came from Fengyue's mouth even if he was killed.

Song Nan couldn't figure out what kind of mentality Fengyue was holding to say such shocking things, just kidding?Is the active atmosphere still giving him a step up according to the words just now?No matter what it was, Song Nan couldn't answer it.

"Uh..." After a long while, Song Nan squeezed out a sound from his throat, and said carefully, "And then?"

Feng Yue was startled, and stood up with his hands on the ground, "So, I don't like this word very much."

"Uh..." Song Nan felt that he had been completely shattered by the thunder. He thought of the speed at which Fengyue changed his face, and he was very supportive and accompanied him to perform, "Okay, I get it, I won't say this again in the future word."

Feng Yue seemed quite satisfied with this answer, turned his head and glanced to the left, raised his foot and lightly kicked Song Nan's back, "I'm awake."

Zhang He opened his eyes in a daze, and the darkness that entered his eyes made him slightly frowned. Although it was midsummer, the rain on the ground had not yet dried up, and he felt chills on his back from time to time when he returned to his consciousness.

He moved his arms, and subconsciously wanted to stand up on the ground, but he couldn't use his arms, not to mention, the tailbone on the back of his shoulders seemed to be broken, and he followed him with all his strength. In pain, he couldn't help but yelled out.

"Are you okay?" Song Nan stood two steps away from him, looking at him warily.

Zhang He's brows were tightly frowned, his forehead was sweating from the pain, but he couldn't exert any strength on his right arm. Although he had never broken his limbs, he also realized immediately that his arm might be broken.

"Do you think I look like this?" Zhang He gave Song Nan an angry look, endured the pain and sat up with the other hand and leaned against the stone steps behind him.

"Zhang He?" Song Nan was stunned for a moment, and approached him in two or three steps, "Cui Pengfei is gone?"

"Who are you talking about?" A trace of horror flashed across Zhang He's painful face. He swallowed, trying to keep his tone calm, "Cui... Cui Pengfei?"

Song Nan breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhang He seemed to be frightened by his words, leaning against the stone steps and leaning back, as if the pain on his body just now had disappeared, and the rest was full of infinite fear.

"Cui...Cui Pengfei...isn't he dead...dead?" Zhang He trembled incoherently, "What do you mean... tell him to go away?"

Song Nan quickly glanced at Feng Yue who was walking towards them from behind, squatted down and whispered, "You don't remember?"

"I..." Zhang He shook his head, the sweat on his forehead was denser than before, and another idiom popped up in Song Nan's mind - sweat like rain.

"Should I remember?" Zhang He was about to cry with his mouth curled up, and he glanced aside Song Nan's gaze, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve, "I...how...how can I be here?"

"You came here by yourself," Feng Yue said, "Is there no impression?"

Zhang He shook his head vigorously, muttering to himself, "Why did I come here... No, I want to go home... I want to go home..."

While thinking, he tried to stand up with his good left hand. It may be that his back and tailbone were injured by the fall, or it may be that his legs trembled due to inexplicable fear. Jie tried a few times but failed to stand up, and finally he just sat back on the same place with broken jars, and then cried.

"Hey!" Song Nan stepped back in fright, just bumping into Feng Yue's leg standing behind him.

Fortunately, Feng Yue seemed to have been prepared for a long time. When he was hit by him, he didn't move at all, and his heels were fixed on the ground as if they were glued to the ground.

"Don't cry." Song Nan stood up, a little at a loss.

He never comforts others, and he used to yell at Huang Diwen a lot. When Huang Diwen cried, he just got something to eat, but Zhang He...he really didn't know Zhang He very well, and Zhang He didn't know him well. Older than him, making such a person cry, he really didn't know what to do for a while.

He turned to Feng Yue as if asking for help. Isn't this person the teacher who runs the school? Although Zhang He is already a college student, he is still a student after all, and a teacher must have a way.

Feng Yue was puzzled by him, raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

Song Nan twitched the corner of his mouth, and pointed to Zhang He who was crying so hard on the ground, "What should I do?"

"Let's wait for him to finish crying." Feng Yue sighed, took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, and put one in his mouth.

Song Nan turned his head speechlessly to look at the crying man, and said helplessly, "Then when will we have to wait?"

"The effort of a cigarette." Feng Yue lit a match to light the cigarette, and shook one at Song Nan, "I remember you smoking."

Song Nan was getting annoyed, and it was just right to smoke a cigarette, so he took it, and Feng Yue took advantage of the opportunity to strike another match.

"You actually use matches?" Song Nan was surprised.

"What?" Feng Yue extinguished the matchstick, turned around and didn't see anything that looked like a trash can nearby, so he simply threw it on the ground.

"My dad always uses a lighter with flints to smoke dry cigarettes." Song Nan clicked his tongue twice and said proudly, "It still burns kerosene."

"Oh," Feng Yue said solemnly, as if he didn't hear the praise and criticism in his words, "I think lighters are troublesome."

Song Nan: "..."

The two chatted one after another and smoked a cigarette. When the cigarette was almost burning to the end of the cigarette, the crying beside them turned into sobbing.

Hey, Song Nan could not help but take a look at Fengyue, he was quite accurate, he was indeed a teacher, and he really understood the psychological state of the students.

"Can you stand up?" Song Nan kicked Zhang He's foot.

Zhang He frowned, wiped his face, and glanced at Song Nan in displeasure. Although he was reluctant, he still said in a muffled voice, "My hand seems to be broken."

Song Nan: "..."

This is not a trivial matter, Song Nan hurriedly turned his head to look at the instigator Feng Yue, almost grinning his teeth and whispered, "You said before that he would wake up in 10 minutes!"

Although Song Nan didn't time it, he was sure that it must have been more than 10 minutes since Zhang He passed out and woke up.

Feng Yue glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's timed out, he may have fallen asleep without resting before."

Song Nan twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at his raised hand. Fengyue was standing face to face with him, turning back the only faint light source behind him. It was so dark that even his facial features could not be seen clearly. , can you see what time it is?

At this time, I still want to pretend to be aggressive, really capable...