Gravekeeper

"Young man, why are you going to a place like Dragon King Temple at this time? It's closed now, right?"

Luo City, August 30th, a taxi was driving on the road.

The taxi driver looked at the passenger beside him curiously.

It was a handsome face that made the taxi driver who was called Luo City White Wolf in his youth feel ashamed, and couldn't help but call him a really handsome guy.

However, the main reason why the taxi driver couldn't help but look at him more was that there was something wrong with the guy's expression.

He had been in this business for so many years and had never seen such a strange person.

The guy sat there, not saying a word, staring straight ahead.

That look seemed to be nostalgic, and seemed to be staring at something that could not be seen in the dark.

It made him feel a little scared, and naturally wanted to find a few words.

Fortunately, at this time, the young man turned his head and looked at the taxi driver, thought for a while and said:

"Come to see the scenery, I haven't been to Luo City for a long time!"

Hmm?

The taxi driver looked at the young man: "Hey, you're not from Luo City?"

Obviously, if he had known he wasn't from here, he would have taken a few more detours.

The young man said: "I am from here, but I left a long time ago."

He looked at the long street lit by street lamps and the Mother River rushing in the distance under the dark night, and he was reminiscing.

In the last life, during the era of terror, the source of Luo City's destruction was here. This was the first-class evil god from the Dragon King Temple in Luo City, which frightened countless ghost riders on the entire Blue Star: the Blood Eye Dragon King!

All the memories about this place flashed through his mind.

Unfortunately, the driver didn't see his reminiscence and interrupted him:

"Oh? You look young, have you gone to college? Haha, young people nowadays don't want to go home, they are all going to big cities! For me, our Luo City is better!"

Hearing this, the young man nodded in agreement: "Indeed!"

It is indeed good. In the last life, the first batch of cities with a population of millions to be destroyed, the number of weirds is among the best in the world.

It also has one of the strongest first-class weirds: Blood Eye Dragon King.

There are really few cities that can compare with Luo City.

"By the way, how long have you been away from Luo City for college? It has developed so fast during this period!" The driver is a talkative person. It's rare to meet a wanderer who has returned to his hometown, so he can't help but talk.

The young man thought for a while: "It's been twenty years."

The taxi driver was full of black lines on his head. Damn, twenty years?

This guy looks like he is only about 22 or 23 years old, maybe he just graduated from college, so he was only three years old when he left Luo City, right?

Then you always look nostalgic after getting on the bus, what do you miss?

The driver couldn't complain, and he was even more speechless when he saw the guy's serious look.

Is this guy mentally ill?

However, the night is long, and there is still a long way to go to the Dragon King Temple, so he still asked:

"Why did you go back to Luo City? My parents are here?"

The young man shook his head: "I am an orphan. I will settle down in Luo City in the future."

The driver was stunned and glanced at the handsome young man, but his face softened subconsciously.

Humans always have some self-righteous and wonderful sympathy for some words:

"Then your life is not easy, right?"

The young man's eyes showed a trace of vicissitudes of memory.

More than hardship?

Twenty years of living in uncertainty, twenty years of walking on the edge of a cliff, he couldn't remember how many times he had brushed shoulders with death, how many people around him betrayed, died, and sacrificed, which finally led him to that step.

That step of standing on the throne.

But at the last moment when he was about to become the "King of Chujiang", there was a blow from behind.

That blow made his twenty years of hard work go to waste.

Biancheng King Dingxie...

A cold color flashed in the young man's eyes.

But in the end, he just smiled and looked at the endless night outside:

"It's all over, the future will be more interesting."

"Hey, it's good to be young, always so energetic. Haha, like the girl in our family..."

At this point, the taxi driver also showed a happy smile.

With a wife and daughter who love him, not rich, and able to eat and drink enough, in such an era, happiness is not a rare thing.

It's a pity that the taxi driver doesn't understand.

What will happen three days later, at 0:00 on September 3rd, Kyoto time?

Countless strange things come, and the Book of Life and Death appears beside everyone, judging the life and death of all people.

Humans either die under strange things, or become ghost riders in the Yin position sequence, struggling to survive.

In such an era, there are still three.

Perhaps, changes have occurred now, but as an ordinary taxi driver, I have not noticed it yet.

The young man did not continue to talk.

The dim street lights reflected on his scattered black hair, and he was a little absent-minded again.

Rebirth, what an incredible thing.

But in such an era, even if he lives again, he does not have absolute confidence that he can go further and more steadily than in the last life.

So, he wants to gamble.

And in the whole Luo City, there is no place more suitable for this gamble than the place he is going to now.

Gambling with the remains of a human body, to control this first-class fierce god-level weirdness that could rank among the top in Dragon Country in the previous life: Blood Eye Dragon King...

It started again.

The taxi driver looked at the young man with absent-minded eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, and said in his heart.

Sure enough, this guy is definitely mentally abnormal!

So, the taxi driver stepped on the accelerator and accelerated. After leaving the main city, the speed soared.

The Dragon King Temple in the distance seemed to finally appear.

The young man was not in a hurry at this time:

"Just drive slowly, it's late at night, safety first."

This sentence made the taxi driver slightly stunned. Isn't this good?

Could it be that I thought too much?

Could it be that this guy just drank too much? But there was no smell of alcohol.

The taxi driver was a little suspicious and a little unsure of the young man's mental state.

Soon, the young man's voice sounded again:

"It's time now. After this order, go back and rest early. It's not safe at night."

The taxi driver felt warm in his heart.

Sure enough, he had thought too much just now.

This is just a poor child who is sentimental because of his orphanage, and probably wants to go back to his hometown.

Thinking of this, the taxi driver didn't know whether it was because of guilt or because he was indeed a talkative person. After thinking about it, he started talking again:

"Boy, where are you from? Where did you live for so many years?"

Where did he come from?

A flash of recollection flashed in the young man's eyes.

There, there are strange and fierce gods ready to devour the world at any time.

There, there are ghost riders who have turned to the underworld and control strange things.

There, there are many secret realms, ghost dens, underworld tools, and curses.

There, it is the future world,

There, it is the hell of that time.

Finally, the young man opened his mouth:

"Hell."

"What?"

The driver was stunned, thinking he had heard wrong.

The young man did not speak again,

the reason was very simple, the Luo City Dragon King Temple not far away, finally arrived.

The young man paid the fare, opened the car door, and looked at the closed Dragon King Temple gate in the distance.

The driver finally came to his senses, rolled down the window, blinked, and looked at the young man's back:

"Boy...what's your name?"

The young man turned around and glanced at the driver. He didn't care about the other party's thoughts, because it didn't matter.

However, he still smiled slightly.

The warm smile revealed an incomprehensible meaning:

"Chu Qing, Chu Jiang Wang Chu, Qing of Qing Bairi."

In the darkness, the figure of the young man slowly walked forward and disappeared.

The taxi driver was left standing there in a daze for a while, then he picked up his phone: "Hello, Luo City Inspectorate, I want to call the police, I met a mentally ill Jiang... No, really... That's really... OK, OK, OK, I get it..."