There are people playing chess, singing, and playing erhu in the cemetery. If it weren't for the rows of tombstones, I would have thought it was a park.

Xiaotao was right, it was indeed very lively.

Zhao Ming took off the soul hook from his hand and handed it out: "It's too late to go back and get it for you now, so use mine first."

"Master Impermanence, how does this work? You can tell the master."

Xiao Tao stared at the hook curiously, but did not dare to touch it because the evil spirit on it was too terrifying.

Even evil ghosts will shrink into quails once the soul-seducing rope is put on them.

Zhao Ming glanced sideways at Xiao Tao and said in a cold voice, "She can."

Her soul is so powerful, and coupled with her talents that are different from ordinary people, it can be said that as long as she wants to, there is nothing she can't do.

The moonlight was pouring down, and there were many shadows in the cemetery. Ever since Chu Hanxing entered the cemetery, she noticed that there were many pairs of eyes staring at her back, cautiously, scrutinizing, but not malicious.

Chu Hanxing took his time, the chains he was holding clinked, and he stepped through a thin layer of cold mist, with a cold aura lingering around his body.

Let the ghosts in the cemetery realize that the ghosts who come are caused by evil spirits.

The cemetery was quiet. The moment Chu Hanxing entered, all the ghosts subconsciously silenced and hid themselves.

Very responsive and well trained.

For a moment, Han Xing stopped and fixed his sight in front of a tombstone with an indifferent expression: "Wu Hongliang, follow me to the Tutu Temple to get directions."

The normal death process requires a road guide, and then the ghost will lead the dead soul into the underworld. After the bull-headed and horse-faced inspection of the road guide, the dead soul can enter the ghost gate and go to Fengdu City.

Therefore, the road guide is equivalent to the customs clearance document, which is very important.

Before he could come out, Chu Hanxing moved his hand holding the soul hook and took a step forward.

An old voice suddenly sounded from the right.

"Little comrade, you are looking in the wrong place. There is no one named Wu Hongliang here."

The ghosts in the cemetery gradually appeared. Judging from their age before death, they ranged from sixteen to eighty years old. Several of them floated in front of Chu Hanxing and blocked the tombstone.

"Please stop looking and see if the address is wrong."

"Yes, yes, we don't know Lao Wu...ah no, no, we don't know Wu Hongliang."

Chu Hanxing raised his eyebrows, and the person next to him poked his elbow. He closed his mouth wisely, looked away, and looked at the sky and the earth, but not at Chu Hanxing.

A few other diversions.

"You're not wearing a uniform, are you in plain clothes?"

"Look at me, I'm new to the job, young comrade. Is it easy to take the civil service exam?"

"You still have to go to work late at night. Thank you for your hard work, little comrade."

Chu Hanxing chuckled: "It's okay, but if you guys are willing to give in, maybe I won't have to work overtime."

A few people were silent for a moment, and one of them smiled awkwardly: "You really made the wrong mistake, or else, little comrade, you--"

"Everyone of you, no matter how old you are, you still lie to young comrades, you are not ashamed!"

The man who came was a man in his fifties. He was very imposing and his voice was as loud as a bell. When several people saw it was him, they remained silent.

"Stay out of the way!" The man shouted after rushing to the tombstone, "Old Wu, stop hiding! Go through the process quickly, cooperate, and don't hinder others' work."

"Monitor..."

Someone wanted to plead for mercy, but he glared at him and immediately shut up.

"Hey, you are still the same..." Wu Hongliang walked out of the tombstone with helpless eyes.

One of them touched his nose angrily and whispered: "Old Wu, brother, I let you hide the territory, how interesting it is!"

Wu Hongliang nodded, and the man smiled and said, "Then you have to bring me a pack of cigarettes next time you come over."

"There is no such thing as the one you mentioned. It has been discontinued. I will bring you something that tastes better than that one." Wu Hongliang said with a smile.

The man sighed: "Forget it, it doesn't taste right, I just like spicy food."

"Comrade, I'm sorry." Wu Hongliang bowed to Chu Hanxing and said angrily, "I'll keep you for a while. I want to wait until dawn before leaving, okay?"

Chu Hanxing's eyes moved slightly: "They are your comrades-in-arms."

Wu Hongliang looked calm: "Yes."

"After so many years, I can finally meet them. I want to... wait a little longer." He said with emotion.

The reason why I didn't die in Chang'an was just because I was worried about him.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and someone sniffed.

You are already a ghost, why are you still afraid of the cold?

The squad leader waved his hands indiscriminately: "You have seen it now, we are very good, you are different from us, hurry up and reincarnate, don't waste time."

Wu Hongliang's eyes were a little red: "It's been almost fifty years since we last met!"

The squad leader paused and turned his head, and the people who were making jokes gradually fell silent, suppressing their emotions.

The cemetery became quieter and quieter, and no one spoke anymore.

There were very light sighs, regrets, and emotions, which contained many emotions. It seemed that nothing was said, and it seemed that everything was said.

After a long time, the color of the sky gradually became lighter, and the morning light faded.

There was a little sobbing sound, and the monitor wiped his face: "Old man, why are you crying!"

He patted Wu Hongliang on the shoulder: "Let's go, we will continue to be brothers in the next life."

"Old Wu, drink less Meng Po soup. Don't forget about your brothers."

Several people hugged Wu Hongliang respectively, and then reluctantly backed away.

They stood in a row, saluted, and said to Chu Hanxing: "Comrade, he's an old man. Please be gentle when you put on the hook."

Chu Hanxing nodded slightly.

Wu Hongliang looked at them deeply, as if he wanted to carry this memory with him to the next life.

"Gone."

He turned his back and waved to them. Step by step, the past reappeared in his mind. After all, he couldn't help it. When he looked back, he saw faces that were no different from those in his memory, with bright smiles.

Wu Hongliang also smiled at them, and then left with Chu Hanxing.

He wiped his face, and finally couldn't help but swallowed louder: "I don't know if I will remember you after being reincarnated. Why can't we go together? It was the same then, and it is the same now..."

Chu Hanxing glanced at his message, raised his hand to calculate, and said calmly: "They still have ten years, you can wait for them to be reincarnated together in the earth."

"Is this true?" Wu Hongliang was surprised at first, and then sighed, "But my life span is over and I can't wait any longer."

Wu Hongliang, like Xiao Jing, can be reincarnated immediately after death. Xiao Jing gave up this opportunity in order to extend Xiao An's life. The price was that like other ghosts, she had to queue up with a number and go through the process again. Her reincarnation time,

Already fifty years later.

And Wu Hongliang's group of comrades will be reincarnated ten years later. If he gives up the current opportunity to be reincarnated, he may have to wait until 70 or 80 years to get a designated number again. Wouldn't he miss it by then?

That's why I'm so reluctant to give up.

"You had myocardial infarction caused by high blood pressure, right?" Chu Hanxing put away the hook.

"Yes, that's right!"

Chu Hanxing took out a porcelain bottle and folding fan from the ring space, with a calm expression, "The heart-protecting pill can save your life. I will send you back and ask someone to take it for you."

He hasn't completely died yet, and the medicine is still effective.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Wu Hongliang was extremely grateful. He squeezed the porcelain bottle tightly. Chu Hanxing opened the folding fan and fanned it gently. Wu Hongliang felt like he was floating.

Knowing that he was going back, Wu Hongliang was a little excited, but finally realized what he was doing and said in surprise: "Aren't you a sinner?"

How could he help to resurrect the soul despite being a ghost?

Chu Hanxing looked calm: "Part-time job."


Chapter completed!