Gravekeeper

Ten minutes later.

The sirens cut through the darkness.

They echoed at the gate of Jinshan District.

Armed with guns, figures came quickly and soon saw Liu Lian and Xu Wei lying on the ground.

The fat director who was running in the front was almost scared to death when he saw this scene.

Fortunately, he ran over and found that he was still breathing, so he was completely relieved.

As for Xu Wei on the side, he didn't even glance at him.

"Liu, Liu, are you okay!"

Liu Lian opened her eyes faintly, and after seeing the familiar inspector's hat, she was completely relieved and forced to say the three words that were most deeply engraved in her memory:

"King Chujiang! Go find King Chujiang..."

Hmm?

The director, Captain Wang, Tan Yu and others who followed behind him looked at each other. What King Chujiang?

The god in the underworld? According to legend, one of the Yama Luos who controls countless evil spirits?

But how could there be such a thing? Did this girl hallucinate after walking through the gates of hell?

Thinking of this, the director hurriedly shouted:

"Ambulance, hurry!"

...

Fang Ping didn't know the situation at the Inspectorate.

At this moment, he was just like An Ruoxue who escorted Yin Caishen to the Second Hospital. Although he forced his eyes not to look back, he always subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror.

Looking at the red lantern about the size of a millstone next to Chu Qing, who was wearing a black windbreaker.

It was this thing that dragged him outside last night and almost took his life.

And now, this thing is on his back seat.

It's impossible not to be weak.

Fang Ping's actions could not be hidden from Chu Qing.

But Chu Qing didn't care about these things at this time. All his thoughts were thinking about the situation just now.

Today, he asked An Ruoxue to do something to investigate Huang Hong's basic situation. In addition to the information revealed by the sister of King Qin Guang, he also knew.

Huang Hong's home is in the old city, and near Jinshan District.

Xu Wei's condition was obviously caused by Huang Hong.

The smell of corpse gas on his body is almost the same as Huang Hong's.

So, this woman turned her missing husband into a zombie?

At first glance, this is the most likely possibility.

But thinking of this, Chu Qing frowned slightly.

It doesn't make sense!

At this stage, it is impossible for a weird existence like zombies to appear!

This thing, let alone a ninth-grade weird and a ghost controller, a seventh- or eighth-grade ghost controller would have a headache when seeing it.

So, if there really is a zombie, Xu Wei would not be able to run out, and he must be dead.

And more importantly, if it is really a real zombie, why would he listen to Huang Hong?

Just because he was very likely her husband when he was alive? But the problem is, she doesn't even know if her husband was killed by her, how could he become a zombie and still listen to her?

If Huang Hong hadn't been reborn and could become a "corpse driver" of the seventh-grade Yin position before the terror era came, Chu Qing would have been killed.

This is obviously unlikely.

Could it be...

Chu Qing's eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes lit up.

At this stage, it is impossible for a real zombie to appear, otherwise Luocheng might not be able to hold on for even half a year and would be directly destroyed. Even in the last life, Luocheng held on for three years before it was completely destroyed.

However, after thinking it through, Chu Qing was shocked.

If it was really that thing, it would need a large number of corpses to feed it. Huang Hong was not a fool, and she actually dared to attack Xu Wei beside her.

Obviously, she realized that she had called the police and was ready to give up and feed that thing like a cramming machine.

She probably wouldn't be very comfortable in the next period of time.

However, after midnight tomorrow, the Book of Life and Death will come, the Death Game will officially appear, and the Age of Terror will officially revive.

The number of weird things in the city will increase significantly, and I'm afraid those people won't have the time and energy to catch her by then.

Whatever.

Chu Qing's flashing eyes closed again.

Then let her play slowly by herself.

"Brother Qing, are you going back to the cemetery?"

"Yes."

Under the night sky, the Audi sent by An Ruoxue drove quickly in the dark.

However, on the roof of an old building in the old city, a figure squatted, watching the ambulance and police cars passing by quickly:

"Sure enough, these damn inspectors have found out about me, it's all that guy's fault!"

The sinister eyes were filled with indescribable malice.

The face was none other than Huang Hong.

"But, how come that guy didn't die? Did the weird thing in Beishan Cemetery disappear?"

"Quack!"

Huang Hong turned her head quickly and looked at her shoulder.

At this moment, there was a special creature standing on her shoulder.

It was a pitch-black crow.

However, its body was a whole circle larger than that of an ordinary crow. At the same time, the crow's eyes were not black like ordinary crows, but dark green,

like a wolf hunting at night.

The crow's sharp claws grabbed Huang Hong's shoulder, and even caused a few drops of blood to seep out of her shoulder.

Huang Hong didn't care at all, but said softly and gently:

"Don't worry, baby, let's go and look for it again. We will definitely find food for you! Let's go!"

After that, the crow seemed to really understand, spread its wings, and flew away suddenly, and Huang Hong directly grabbed the crow's ankle.

Although she was extremely thin, she looked like she still weighed 80 or 90 kilograms, but this crow dragged a person in the air without any effort.

"Wait until tomorrow, take a rest today, and tomorrow night we will go to seek revenge on that stinky guy, okay? At that time, I will dig out your favorite eyeballs for you to eat, and we will eat the rest together."

"Quack!"

...

Chu Qing had no idea that the eyeballs he relied on most at the moment had been targeted by someone.

In the dark night, holding a human head lantern, Chu Qing slowly walked into the gatehouse of Beishan Cemetery.

Sure enough!

On the glass of the gatehouse, the line of words written in blood began to wriggle rapidly again.

Chu Qing could feel it clearly.

The things inside became more powerful. His summoning method was more intuitive than Ding Xie's at the beginning. He used his own blood, which was already a "pigment" with heavy yin energy, and the yin energy of the faceless ghost to nourish it.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad.

The blood words kept wriggling and trying to condense. Finally, they slowly turned into a blood red, and then seemed to be absorbed by the glass door again, disappearing without a trace.

This scene made Fang Ping completely dumbfounded:

"Brother Qing, what is this?"

Chu Qing said calmly:

"A new weirdness, you will get used to it in the future. How does it feel today?"

Fang Ping wanted to, but he actually didn't feel anything, because he didn't participate in anything at all this time.

However, the blood-red human head lantern was now on the ground, still emitting a faint light. This existence that almost took his life was right next to him.

He pursed his lips:

"Brother Qing, what's going on?"

"What else can it be? As you can see, there are ghosts in this world."

"But before..."

"Before was before, now is now."

Chu Qing stretched out his hand, and the black cat that had been waiting at home for a long time ran into his arms.

Chu Qing then thought of something:

"By the way, guy, I gave you something delicious yesterday, but I was too busy to remember it."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and took the black copper coin from Yin Caishen's hand. Unknown to him, under this black copper coin, there was a thin piece of white paper money:

A certain amount of Yin Shou Ming Chao.

Seeing this thing, the black cat was stunned for a moment, then seemed to sense something, opened its mouth and swallowed it into its stomach. Zheng

Chu Qing stroked the guy's hair with a smile and said:

"I haven't given you a name yet. Let me think about it. I'll call you Xuantong in the future. You should improve your rank as soon as possible. It's rare that you have this potential and talent.

I won't let you reach the level of the 'cat again' in the island country, but I don't keep idle people around me."

"Meow!"

Looking at Chu Qing, who looked like a cat abuser in the eyes of others, Fang Ping still couldn't calm down and continued to ask:

"Brother Qing..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense first, and go with me to hang up the lantern."

Chu Qing carried the human head lantern, and Fang Ping carried the ladder with a heavy heart.

The two came to the door.

Chu Qing hung the human head lantern behind the gate, slightly brightening the darkness at the entrance of Beishan Cemetery.

He glanced at the big red lantern and nodded:

"Stay here with me. If you run away and I catch you again, you won't be so lucky next time.

But don't worry, I'm not heartless. You won't be short of life."

Satisfied, Chu Qing jumped down from the ladder and looked up at what was in front of him.

Behind the dark gate, a big red lantern on the hanging mast looked so dazzling.

The ruined tombstones in the distance made this scene particularly terrifying.

However, Chu Qing, who was holding Xuantong, did not rush back to the guard room.

Instead, he took a step and headed towards the top of Beishan Cemetery at midnight.

Fang Ping followed behind him. Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the highest peak of Beishan Cemetery.

The two stood there, overlooking the entire Luocheng.

Chu Qing finally said:

"Pingzi, there are three and a half weird things in Beishan Cemetery now, and there will be more in the future. Do you understand what this means?"

Fang Ping nodded, he thought about it, and made up his mind:

"Brother Qing, I want to go to the countryside."

"Countryside? If you think you can avoid those weird things like this? It's a bit naive."

However, what Chu Qing didn't expect was that Fang Ping shook his head:

"No, I know, I have seen it clearly in the past few days, Brother Qing, I want to stay with my parents. I know that I can probably live a little longer with you, but my parents only have me as a son, now, it's my turn to protect them."

Chu Qing was stunned.

Half a minute later, he nodded:

"Okay, don't forget the method I taught you. Wait until midnight tomorrow, fold ten of them yourself, burn them to ashes, soak them in water and drink them. I don't need to teach you the rest.

If there is any danger, you can call me. I may not be able to make it in time, but I can collect your body for you."

This is the Yin job transfer method of the paper-folding craftsman.

Fang Ping nodded excitedly, and he didn't even ask Chu Qing why he knew so much.

Because he knew something tonight.

But in the end, he still looked at Chu Qing who was overlooking the darkness of the entire Luocheng, and couldn't help asking:

"Brother Qing, does King Chujiang... really exist?"