Dazed

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When they came to the hall, the judge and others were already waiting there. Seeing Cao Jingxing who had returned to his original form, he smiled and congratulated him: "Congratulations to Master Ya for his return to his post."

Cao Jingxing didn't comment, but ordered: "Help me find this person's birth and death book, his date of birth is here."

Although the judge didn't know why, he hurried to his desk, opened several thick books of life and death, checked each name one by one, and finally found the person on a certain page. After handing it to Cao Jingxing, the judge pointed to a place and said, "Master Ya, but this person?"

Cao Jingxing took the book of life and death, checked it carefully, it was indeed, and said, "Bring a pen."

The judge hesitated, and said, "This..."

Cao Jingxing said calmly, "The King of Hades has agreed."

Hearing the words, the judge took the red pen over, Cao Jingxing swiped lightly with his hand, and all the information on the page that should have belonged to Qi Zheng was erased, leaving only a ball of black ink.

Now, Qi Zheng belongs to people outside the Three Realms, his name is not listed in the book of life and death, black and white impermanence has no way to hook him into reincarnation, and he will stay in the world forever, immortal.

Carefully holding the book of life and death that was thrown over in his arms, the judge asked softly, "Seeing that Cliff Lord is so caring, he should be an extremely important person. To let him know?"

"No need." Cao Jingxing returned bluntly, and then ordered: "I'm going to the human world. If something happens in the underworld, someone will call me again. But if it's nothing serious, don't bother the King of Hades."

"Your Majesty knows." The Judge returned with a smile on his face.

During the Ching Ming Festival, it is rainy and foggy, the streets are full of dew, and the air is filled with the smell of wormwood and realgar. When white smoke starts to rise from several houses, there will be the smell of rice dumplings mixed in it.

However, when you walk in an alley or somewhere on the street, you can occasionally see some people burning paper money and worshiping objects. The billowing smoke rises up with the ashes, emitting a choking smell. Up, it looks bad and annoying.

The end of spring and the beginning of summer are the seasons that are most prone to cold spring. The clouds in the sky are neither thin nor thick.Tomb-sweeping Day is a festival that belongs to Yin and cold. It was called "Cold Food Festival" in ancient times, and it was supposed to be a festival where ghosts are open.

But what is strange is that Qi Zheng, who was not able to encounter ghosts everywhere on such a special festival, has lived peacefully these few days. Not only have all the ghosts around him disappeared, but he has not even had that nightmare.These strange things always seemed to remind him that someone had arrived.

Qi Zheng was dressed in black and stood in the misty cemetery. The hair-thin rain and mist wet his hair, and also wet the bouquet of lilies placed in front of the tombstone.Cao Jingxing's gray and white headshot was pasted on the tombstone, facing Qi Zheng outside the photo, showing a smiling face, the rain slid across the photo, and slowly slid over his eyes, cheeks, and lips, just like he was crying .

This cemetery seems to be very remote. Even on Ching Ming Festival, there are not many people worshiping. Qi Zheng just felt that after the couple behind him left, this small garden seemed to be contracted, and he was the only one left.

He was standing there, in front of the tombstone was a pile of wet paper money, and there were some burnt ashes beside it. After the paper money was wet, puddles of red raindrops flowed out, mixed in the lump of soft ashes , looks a little weird.

Qi Zheng originally brought paper money and candles to see Cao Jingxing off as if he was sweeping the grave of an old man in the family, but he was secretly notified by the grave sweeper next door when his lighter was lit, so half a day later A cemetery watcher came from the cemetery, and ordered Qi Zheng to put out the fire, otherwise he would call the police as intentional arson.

Qi Zheng frowned, grinned, and put out the paper money unhappily. The man muttered "civilized tomb sweeping" and finally let Qi Zheng go.

I don't know where the rules come from. Paper money is not allowed to be burned when sweeping tombs during the Qingming Festival.

Qi Zheng couldn't help swearing a national curse behind his back after the man walked away writhing his buttocks.

He looked up at the photo of someone on the tombstone, feeling a little disgusted, and couldn't help but said: "See? It's not that I don't want to worship you, but those people don't allow it."

Frowning, he struggled to think of something to say, and after Qi Zheng said those two sentences dryly, he really didn't feel that there was anything to say, so he added after thinking, "Since you've come back, put it aside." Live well in the underworld, don't come out all day to frighten people."

The drizzle in the sky suddenly stopped again, only a few drops of water fell from the tips of Qi Zheng's wet hair, passing across his eyes, making him unable to help closing his eyes for a moment, then raised his head and scanned around the cemetery again. , he was the only one left on the quiet and remote hill.

It would be too embarrassing to talk about the things with Cao Jingxing. Qi Zheng thought about it, and felt that people should be more magnanimous. What, that shitty thing from before has been written off, and I don't care about it with you anymore, just stay well."

"So be it."

This should be the most satisfying ending.

Qi Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, as if he wanted to let go of the sleepiness in his heart. He raised his eyes to look at the tombstone for the last time. Cao Jingxing, who had a particularly stylized smile, couldn't help reaching out and touching it. Like a sword, the chill from his fingertips spread directly from his fingers to his heart, causing Qi Zheng to tremble uncontrollably.The water droplets exuding air-conditioning and coolness wet Qi Zheng's fingers, just like the tears of a lover when he is sad. Even if he withdrew his hand, the wetness on his hand made him inexplicably embarrassed.

After drying the strange wetness on his clothes, Qi Zheng frowned and looked at the tombstone for the last time, with only one thought in his mind, let's end it like this.

Then, he turned around, took a step, and walked out of the cemetery.His tall and straight figure looked a little bleak under the deep shade of the tree, and there was a breeze when he walked, which made it seem that he was a little impatient to leave.

In the secluded and old cemetery, all the people who came to visit the grave had left, and the rain was making people bored. In the cemetery at this moment, Qi Zheng looked around, and he was the only one left.

What is surprising is that when he left, the sky slowed down, and the raindrops stopped falling, but piles of dark clouds were still above, covering the air with a gray mist.

The shoes that Qi Zheng was wearing on his feet looked bulky and wet after stepping on a few puddles on the ground. Even the uppers of the shoes were wet by the rain, and no matter how he walked, it was very awkward. The cold from the soles of the feet to the body makes people feel bored.

The cemetery is completely open and open, and it only takes a few minutes to walk from the tombstone to the aisle. However, in these few minutes that should have been ordinary, changes have taken place.

Everything seemed to happen in an instant, Qi Zheng raised his head and looked at the iron gate beside the gate in amazement, surrounded by lush green vegetation and flower beds.

Swaying in the breeze, Qi Zheng stared, and his eyes were attracted by something inconspicuous not far in front of him. A decayed wooden sign was hanging on the black iron gate wrapped with morning glories. The artistic body of the petals elegantly writes a few words: Welcome to the ghost tomb apartment.

Suddenly there was a cool wind blowing behind him, causing a burst of cold sweat to rise on the back of his neck. Qi Zheng turned around suddenly, and the puzzled expression on his face froze immediately. The community behind him was so familiar that it dazzled him Degree.

It seemed as if nothing had happened before, and everything was the same as before.

Qi Zheng's eyes widened in shock, and an indescribable impulse floated in his heart. The next second, his gaze became cold and deep, and his legs ran uncontrollably, towards the unknown place. Running to the depths, his heart was beating so violently for the first time, Qi Zheng's chest was full of excitement, and the only thing that lingered in his mind was the three bold and bold characters.

Cao Jingxing!