No one speaks.

This old man, who had been fighting for Anyang and Lingnan all his life, was finally able to rest.

He also had children and a wife.

But in the early days of the red moon's recovery, no one could handle even the supernatural incidents caused by the elementary evil spirits.

Therefore, his family was buried together in just a D-class spirit.

It's really ridiculous to think about it now, any D-class spirit that can be suppressed by a ghost master, at that time almost caused hundreds of lives.

The old man seemed to think of something again.

He turned his head hard.

Look at Xue Nian again.

"Xiao Nian, the positions of those old people have been determined."

Xue Nian's eyes were a little dim, and he took the old man's hand.

"I'm sure, I'm sure, Xu,...you don't care about these things anymore, Uncle Xu, take a good rest, we have everything."

The old man smiled and patted his hand.

"The **** who has called you for more than ten years, this is the first time I heard you call my uncle, hahaha."

"Ahem..."

The old man coughed violently.

"Stop talking, stop talking, you want to listen, I will call every day from now on, Uncle Xu, Uncle Xu, Zuzong Xu, stop talking!"

Xue Nian looked at this faint old man with a dubious smile.

Xu Zejun stopped his cough and smiled, and the humane next to the reader:

"You all go out first."

"Old Xu..."

Everyone still wanted to speak.

Xu Zejun waved his hand:

"I have something to talk to Xiaonian alone. You go out first. It's okay. I can't stop my breath before midnight."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

In the end, they walked out of the room one after another.

"Xiao Nian, let's open a ghost."

Xue Nian was startled:

"Just tell me directly, the ghosts are yin in the end, your body..."

"Let you open, just open, the most nonsense."

Xu Zejun gave him a blank look, and Xue Nian smiled bitterly.

However, he nodded, and the dark green light enveloped the room.

The old man was shrouded in this light, and his face was originally pale, becoming like golden paper.

"Those... old people's bodies...how?"

Xue Nian also knew what the old man wanted to ask:

"From the information I received ten minutes ago, it is currently only you and two other people..."

He stopped at the end of his words, and then continued:

"One of them is a young man in his twenties."

The young man Xu Zejun had the impression that he was in the line with him.

It seems...this seat is also particular about it.

The old man nodded, with a complex look on his face.

It seems to be comforting, but also like rejoicing.

He whispered slightly: "It seems...I also have a chance..."

"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Xue Nian was a little dazed, not knowing what the old man was talking about.

However, Xu Zejun did not answer, just continued:

"My time, about this is the only one."

"After I die...no funerals."

"Anyway, the old man and my family are almost gone, you guys grew up as I watched."

"When the time comes, you must be mindful, and give me a mourning for the old man,"

"Also, don't forget, I will sprinkle my ashes in the moat when that time comes."

"My old buddies, just tell them."

Xue Nian listened quietly next to him, and kept nodding his head.

Even if he is the guardian of a province, now he doesn't know what he can do except nodding his head.

This is the powerlessness of mortals for birth, old age, sickness and death.

No matter what kind of emperor or general you are, noble princes and nobles, no matter how powerful you are, you have countless wealth.

But...face time...

Still all can only be pale and weak, and only worthy of pale and weak.

"Little year."

Suddenly Xu Zejun spoke again.

"Yes, I am." Xue Nian answered quickly.

The two of them looked at each other,

this moment.

There was no more muddiness and confusion in Xu Zejun's pupils.

Instead, he suddenly became energetic, as if he had returned to normal.

"Call them all in."

"Hey."

Xue Nian directly transmitted the voice to the door.

Less than a minute.

The room was filled with people again.

Xu Zejun looked at them.

They all lowered their heads, and many of them had red eyes.

Xu Zejun turned his head and smiled and cursed:

"Take good care of the people in your city and let them suffer less."

"maybe...."

The old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

The look suddenly became dim.

Finally, he spit out a few words gently.

"We... still have a chance to... fight together."

After speaking, he closed his eyes gently.

A strong breath of death radiated from his body.

"Old Xu!"

Xue Nian was the first to discover the changes in the old man.

He tried to scream.

No one answered.

The old man was lying peacefully on the sickbed, looking like he was asleep.

The rest of the ghost masters hurried forward.

"Old Xu..."

Just no matter how they called, the old man couldn't answer.

Xue Nian slumped down there.

Frozen for a long time.

Everything about the old man in my mind is replaying quickly.

Yao thought that he was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy when he first entered the Zhenshou Mansion.

His experience was similar to that of the old man, and his parents and relatives were also killed in a supernatural incident.

That period was almost the darkest time in his entire life.

Only this old man, no, he was not so old then.

Every time when they come home from get off work, the old man will presume to invite newcomers to eat for a month in accordance with the management.

It is for the purpose of joining the ghost master family in the future.

In fact, he knew where the **** rules came from, but it was the old man who watched him just bereaved.

I was afraid that he couldn't think about it, so I took the initiative to accompany him and talk with him.

Although a lot of what he said was just inconsequential nonsense, there is something nasty that a big man and another big man can comfort.

It was drinking and smoking together, and when he was drunk, the old man took him to the highest building in Anyang to blow the air.

Then listen to him, how awesome he was when he was young.

Anyway, it's probably a bragging, a process of listening to him bragging.

Only later,

The old guy couldn't blow anymore and retired.

Instead, he went farther and farther, and after that, he listened to his bragging more.

pity...

From then on, this guy who can listen to his own bragging can only lie in the mud and listen.

Xue Nian didn't know when teardrops slipped from his eyes.

He stood up.

"Let's go, old stuff, I'm sending you one last ride."

Then he murmured again.

"But you said you want to die simply, I don't agree, you are dead anyway, you can't control me anymore."

He lifted the old man's body.

There are already medical staff preparing special push beds.

He didn't look at it, but quietly walked towards the incineration place.

The world suffers the most, but a white-haired person sends a black-haired person.

But the same is true for black-haired people giving away white-haired people.

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[Author's digression]: It's the weekend~ Please continue to add more cash tickets today! !

Also, please look for Xinye Z although the book has changed its name! do not forget me! ! !