When Qin Bing came to his senses, Xu Qing had disappeared into the vast night, her crying turned into a choking, and then turned into an anxious call. However, Xu Qing, who had gone away, could no longer hear it.

Xu Qing walked aimlessly on the street, enjoying the empty loneliness in his heart. He didn't even know where he should go. It was not until today that he felt that the city was so strange. Not far away was a park. Two rows of long stone benches could be seen under the hazy halo of street lights.

One row of stone benches was covered with newspapers, and there was a long object lying horizontally on it. Xu Qing slowly walked to another bench and sat down. When he turned his head, he found that there was a ragged old man lying on the bench not far away. His face was covered with an old newspaper, and the snoring was earth-shaking, like a dozen passionate sows roaring in unison.

Xu Qing was worried about his own affairs and lay on the stone bench. A burst of fatigue came over and he fell asleep without realizing it. I don’t know how long it took, but Xu Qing, who was sleeping, felt a stream of heat coming from her face, and then a faint smell of sandalwood came into her nostrils.

In surprise, he opened his eyes and saw a small fire lit up next to the stone bench not far away. The sloppy old man was sitting next to the fire, and kept picking up a pile of paper beside him and throwing it into the fire. Xu Qing happened to be sleeping in the downwind position, no wonder the heat blew on his face.

"What is this old man burning? How come there is a smell of sandalwood?" Xu Qing was puzzled, and with curiosity, he got up and walked over.

The sloppy old man half-squinted his eyes and was lying some words in his mouth. He seemed to have not noticed that someone had come over. He slowly pinched the paper and threw it into the fire.

This time Xu Qing finally saw clearly that the old man burned a bunch of yellow paper with patterns on the villain, but it is unknown where the smell of sandalwood came from.

Xu Qing shook his head and was about to turn around and leave, but the trouser legs sank. He turned his head and saw that it was the old man who held the corners of his trousers.

"Young man, please help me, old man burn a few pieces of paper..." The sloppy old man's voice made his back feel cold.

Xu Qing's pores shrank, and he was so excited that he had a cold war. He thought to himself, this old man didn't come out of a mental hospital, right? I was not a relative of him, and I was not acquainted with him. Besides, this man was still alive, so where can I burn paper for him?

Burning the dark paper has been a way to commemorate the deceased relatives and friends since ancient times. It is unheard of the fact that the living person burns the paper for himself, so Xu Qing could only classify this sloppy old man as a mentally ill person.

Seeing that Xu Qing was not moved at all, the old man grinned, showed his white teeth, and his hands holding his trouser legs did not let go.

"Young man, just treat me, the dying old man, and come and burn a few!"

Xu Qing felt a bitter heart, and gritted his teeth and simply went forward and squatted beside the fire. He pinched a few pieces of dark paper and put it in the fire. His eyes looked at the crazy old man from time to time and glanced at the waist. He clearly had something hidden, but he might as well have a cold weapon.

He naively believes that when encountering this kind of entanglement with people with neurological problems, it is sometimes easier to get out of it according to his wishes. Just as people who are drunk like to say the most, "I am not drunk, and the mentally ill will never admit that I am sick." If you get angry, it will be a bad idea.

With Xu Qing's addition, a stack of dark paper was quickly burned out. When the wind blew, the black paper ash flew all over the sky, like a low-danced ink butterfly.

"Thank you, young man, just treat these as rewards for helping me burn paper!" The crazy old man slowly took out two stacks of brand new banknotes from his pocket and placed them in front of Xu Qing.

He didn't even remove the seal, one stack of ten thousand yuan. Xu Qing reached out and picked up a note and scraped it on the edge with his thumb. The real BOC Ocean could vaguely smell the smell of ink.

Twenty thousand oceans were placed in front of him. For Xu Qing, who was in a hurry to lack money, it was absolutely fake to be completely unmoved. Even a stack could solve the current dilemma faced by him and his sister-in-law. At the same time, he was completely sure of something. This old man was really a lunatic, and a rich lunatic.

Xu Qing was very short of money, but his conscience told him that if he was even greedy for an old man with abnormal mental health, it would not be short of money, but lack of morality.

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, but Xu Qing still chose to put the money in its original place and whispered: "Old man, I can't ask for this money, you should just put it away!"

Two rays of light flashed in the turbid eyes of the old madman, and he picked up two stacks of banknotes and put them in his arms. Zhan Yan smiled, and two wild mountain chrysanthemums at the corners of his eyes bloomed. He lowered his head and murmured: "Good boy, you are not greedy or dry, you are a natural jade. I didn't expect that I would meet such successors before the golden-eyed soul returns to the dark. God treats me so badly..."

Xu Qing didn't hear what the old man said clearly. After rubbing his knees, he wanted to get up and leave. Unexpectedly, the crazy old man opposite raised his head suddenly, and two golden lights flashed out of his pupils, looking straight into Xu Qing's eyes.

"Young man, look into my eyes, look into my eyes, relax, relax..."

The old madman's secret test sound seemed to have some magic power, which penetrated deep into the soul, and the ethereal and repeated words touched all the thoughts. Xu Qing only felt a blank in his mind. After his body stiffened, he began to relax gradually. There was only a pair of pupils flashing with broken golden light in his eyes.

The golden color, a dreamy color, a pair of charming golden eyes magnified tightly in Xu Qing's eyes. All thinking had stopped at this moment. Only a bright golden color was left in the world. He seemed to be able to feel a little more cool air in his eyes, rotating around his eyes and infiltrating... The feeling was really wonderful.

I don’t know how long it took, but the golden pupils in my eyes gradually dimmed. When the golden light completely disappeared, Xu Qing also regained consciousness. Then he realized that he was sitting foolishly on the grass, and there was no old madman in front of him, a fire, and even the paper ash left over from burning paper.

Xu Qing scratched his head with confusion on his face, then reached out and rubbed his eyes, but did not realize that there was anything wrong with him.

"Are all this an illusion? No? Last night, I remembered that I was burning paper for a crazy old man..." Xu Qing stood up and was about to go around to see it. Unexpectedly, a bone-black breeze poured into the back of his neck without any warning, which made his hair stand up. He didn't bother to look for any crazy old man anymore, and quickly ran away from this place of right and wrong.

Less than a minute after Xu Qing left, a pile of burnt out paper ash suddenly appeared beside the stone bench, and there was a sloppy old man with a face ashes on his back and gasping gently on the stone bench. There was a relieved smile on his lips, which slowly solidified...
Chapter completed!