Reborn, being taken care of by the enemy Empress blocking the resurrection point

The ghost I killed?

Mayor Wang, who had always been calm, couldn't help but stood up suddenly and quickly took out his mobile phone to make a series of calls.

The movement was so fast that it even revealed panic and confusion. After a while of prompts, the phone was finally answered.

Before the other end of the phone could say anything, Mayor Wang spoke first, "Chen He, you should go to the Heroes Monument immediately to see if there are any problems with the tombstones of those who died in the war 12 years ago."

The person on the other end seemed to have just woken up, and his voice was still a little vague, but he could not suppress the anger that was about to burst out. He cursed in a thick and rich voice:

"That's enough, Wang Zhixin! How fucking scared do you have to be?"

"It's been 12 years! Don't worry about leaving me here as a tombkeeper!"

"Now you have to call me in the middle of the night and ask me to inspect the graves!"

"Wang Zhixin, if you are so afraid of ghosts, why did you make those choices in the first place? If you believe in ghosts and gods so much, why don't you go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha?"

Wang Zhixin didn't respond to the anger on the other end of the phone, but kept urging in a hurried tone, "Quick! Quick! Quick! I'll let you see it now!"

"Chen He, don't forget, you were also involved in what happened back then!"

"I know!" Chen He roared on the other end of the phone: "I'll go and see it right now!"

"Don't hang up the phone." Wang Zhixin warned quickly.

"Got it!" Chen He's voice revealed his impatience, followed by a rustling sound when the clothes were being sorted, and the harsh friction sound of the wooden chair on the floor.

After a burst of fussy sounds, a heavy slamming of the door was heard, followed by the sound of rapid and chaotic footsteps.

The sound of wind howling like a ghost came from the other end of the phone, intertwined with Chen He's heavy breathing.

"Damn it! Why is the wind so strong today?"

"It's very windy there?" Wang Zhixin's thick eyebrows knit together. He is now sitting on the rooftop of the highest landmark building in Qingjiang City.

Logically speaking, it should be the windiest place, but it is not.

The wind here is not very strong, and there is even no wind in the entire surrounding area.

"Yes! Very strong wind! I even suspected that someone used the wind ethereal spirit!"

"If it weren't for you, who suddenly got crazy and made a phone call at night to make me come here, I would definitely..."

Chen He's endless yelling suddenly stopped, and the only sound left on the other end of the phone was the sound of wind and leaves rubbing against each other.

"What's wrong with you! Speak!" Wang Zhixin instinctively felt something was wrong. He quickly left the octagonal pavilion and came to the edge of the building, looking to the west.

There is a cemetery there. The cemetery is huge and neatly arranged with tombstones, like soldiers waiting silently for review.

Silent, solemn.

There was his debut prepared for him by his father when he first entered the political situation 12 years ago, allowing him to command all the forces that the entire Qingjiang City could mobilize to resist a beast tide.

Logically speaking, he should have stood in the command room that time, overlooking all the changes in the entire battlefield, and then issued concise orders.

In the end, the beast tide was successfully resisted, and he became famous.

However, things backfired.

Facing the tidal wave of beasts, he became timid and ran away.

The person who tried to persuade him to escape was Chen He.

In this way, due to the commander's escape, more than half of Qingjiang City's combat force was killed in vain.

After escaping the battlefield, he and Chen He ran to a KTV, where they drank and drank, numbing themselves with alcohol. Although they were later found by their fathers, they suddenly woke up and returned to direct the war.

But inevitably tens of thousands of innocent people died because of his cowardice.

This is the thorn in Wang Zhixin's body and the nail in his heart.

Therefore, after he came to power, he spent a lot of money to build a cemetery where he died in the war, and let Chen He be the tombkeeper there.

Chen He's tone at this time was not as angry as before, but as vain as a house without a foundation.

"In front of every tombstone there is a Manzhu Shahua..."

Wang Zhixin felt that the blood all over his body was as cold as ice. Chen He checked the cemetery every morning and noon.

If there was going to be a large-scale display of manzhu and shahua in front of tombstones, Chen He could not have known about it.

In other words, this large piece of Manzhu Shahua was put up in one afternoon...

The high-speed rotating propellers brought about the whistling sound of the wind, and a thick oval-shaped light beam pierced the darkness and threw it towards the cemetery.

That was the helicopter Wang Zhixin sent out three minutes ago.

Under the bright light brought by the helicopter, Wang Zhixin saw clearly what Chen He said was that Manzhu and Shahua were placed in front of each tombstone.

They are the snow-red and coquettish flowers that bloom on the other side of the River Styx. Legend has it that they voluntarily grow around the River Styx to comfort the ghosts that come and go.

It is also the flower that symbolizes death.

It is called the flower of the other side.

Nowadays, large areas of Manzhu Shahua are rooted in front of the neatly arranged tombstones, if it were not for the fact that the cemetery does not have a decent river.

Wang Zhixin may have thought that place was the underworld.

The mountains and plains were covered with snow-red red, and the Manzhu and Shahua swayed in the wind, as if waving to him, as if bidding farewell to an old friend.

The mayor, who had always been calm and steady, felt his hands and feet were cold, as if he had completely lost control.

Manzhu Shahua is like a peerless dancer. The dark night is the perfect background, and the tombstones arranged neatly like soldiers are the foil.

Chen He's furious roar could be heard on the other end of the phone, "Wang Zhixin! You must fucking know something, right?!"

"Normally, you don't get involved in matters at the cemetery! Today, you made a call like crazy and asked me to come to the cemetery to check!"

"What the hell do you know, tell me immediately!"

Chen He's original strong voice seemed distorted by the extreme anger, as if there was a lion pouncing out of the cage to hunt at any time in his voice.

Wang Zhixin's Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed, and then he gathered his thoughts and slowly said:

"Today I received a voice recorder, a voice recorder given to me by a white dove."

"I checked the recorder carefully and found that there was no difference. It was just an ordinary recorder."

"So I put down my guard and turned on the recorder, but unexpectedly I heard what I least wanted to hear."

"There are things Wang Hongfei recorded before he died. A large series of confessions that sound like they were made up on the fly."

"You and I both know that Wang Hongfei died of homicide, and the only traces left at the scene were that of Wang Hongfei and Cheng Tian."

"But the recording pen that was supposed to appear at the search scene strangely disappeared, as if an invisible ghost had taken it away."

"That's enough! That's enough!" Chen He was obviously not in the mood to listen to Wang Zhixin's story, so he interrupted Wang Zhixin impatiently.

"Speak to the important point immediately!"

"I don't know how to say it." Wang Zhixin looked a little at a loss, "Just listen to it yourself."

The recorder was turned on again.

The dark and cold voice sounded like a ghost floating between heaven and earth, revealing infinite madness and reciting a peerless poem.

"Mayor Wang, the ghost you killed back then broke out of hell and came back!"