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But all this has nothing to do with the grave keeper of Sophie's cemetery, the Rev. Albert.

After all, I'm old, and I'm not very interested in politics, economics, or anything. It's just that he heard that the resurrected Mr. Mo Ming was assassinated at a lavish private drinking party a while ago, which made him sigh.

That guy must be an impostor, at least that's what Albert thinks.

These young people know all day long that they are engaged in these things, and instead of making these scandalous incidents of blind worship, it is better to break through the world in their own industry in a down-to-earth manner.

Young people have never experienced such a time, so they don't understand, Albert heard about Mr. Mo Ming's deeds from his grandfather when he was a child, how could such a person do such a thing?

But no matter what, it's over, and the young man who smeared Mr. Mo Ming is also dead, it seems that his adopted daughter in the past, the world's No. 1 witch Miss stood up to correct Mr. Mo Ming's name, but these things that have a strong reaction around the world have not affected this small cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

The cemetery was inherited by Albert from his grandfather and was not his personal property, but because there was no oil or water anyway, the government did not appoint his grandfather's next grave keeper, so the young Albert took over his grandfather's business.

The work of the grave keeper is fifty years.

Albert Sr. took a broom and leaned on a fence to look out onto the road in the distance. He likes to do it when he's fine.

Speaking of which, the young girl who had just entered to sweep the grave did not seem to be a local. The words were awkward, but for some reason Albert understood what she was trying to say. She asked herself about the impostor Mr. Mo Ming who died a while ago, and then went in to sweep the grave.

It's rare that he came to sweep the grave of the nameless.

The tomb of the Nameless is located in the innermost part of the cemetery, and is usually buried there by a number of homeless people with special circumstances who are sponsored by well-meaning rich or good people after their deaths, some of whom do not even have names, and usually no one goes there except for the priests who routinely sweep the tombs.

Anyway, he sent his son to report to the city government. For some reason, he had been paying attention to such a person, a girl in red and white clothes, and a big bow ribbon, but it didn't look like a bad person just now, maybe it was the lost relative of the nobleman, Albert shrugged his shoulders and continued to sweep inefficiently.

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"Every time...... ...... every time"

"Every time, every time, every time, every time, every time, every time, every time, every time, every time!"

"Every time!

However, the red and white girl had lost all grace in sitting on the ground at the moment, and opposite her was a broken stone coffin.

"It's so selfish!" the girl denounced.

However, the sarcophagus will not refute it.

The dead are gone, and those who hold on to good memories and then cry are the most painful.

Obviously, the teacher told himself this.

As a result, the teacher fell for the flag he had set.

"Do you think I'm going to thank you?!

"I hate you!"

The girl spoke mercilessly to the coffin.

Of course, the sarcophagus is unlikely to have the slightest reaction.

It was a bit overcast, and there wasn't a hint of wind.

Sitting on the ground like this, the shrine maiden's skirt was dirty. But so what?

"Now, teacher, what should I do now......"

"Like Zi said, is it true that no one will be happy if you barely survive......

"But the teacher also said that as long as you live, there is hope......"

"Now, teacher...... Little Lingmeng doesn't understand...... What the hell should I do?"

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There was no answer.

The sarcophagus Cai couldn't give this girl a hint of the maze.

After endless silence, the girl stood up.

She never cried, but her complexion seemed to have a sickly flush.

"I don't care about you anymore...... Since this is the path chosen by the teacher himself......"

Turned away, intending to leave.

The moment he turned around, a reclining stone in the grass next to the small tomb crossed his sight.

The stone, which itself rests directly above the sarcophagus, was thrown into the grass next to it during a priest's grave sweep.

However, even so, she was still guided by intuition, and many years later, attracted her attention.

Tilting her head, the girl herself walked over without knowing what she thought.

The stone, which was not light, was easily lifted by this seemingly weak red and white girl.

However, the handwriting on it, which was almost unrecognizable under the erosion of time, was still seen by the girl at a glance.

It's a font I've seen countless times on the small blackboard in the shrine.,It's a little crooked.,It's not neat.。

"He ......," the girl let out a subconscious exclamation in her throat.

She seemed to be trying to understand the meaning of the words carved into the stone.

"Ah...... Ahhhh......h That's ......"

"Hehe...... Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

He laughed unscrupulously without hesitation, and this seemed to be the first time in the girl's life.

The laughter grew louder and louder, and at last the girl couldn't straighten up.

The stone slipped and fell to his feet, and there was no point in picking it up.

The sickly flush on the girl's face deepened.

"That's right! Sure enough, he deserves to be my teacher!"

The girl stepped forward and sat down on the sarcophagus, gently caressing the cold, mossy slate as if it were some kind of perishable porcelain.

"The teacher is afraid that he will not be able to explain to himself...... I wrote such self-deceptive words...... But I was afraid that I would really see this, so I used this form, and I didn't even write my name on my own cemetery...... Hahahaha, teacher, you're so cute!"

"But what...... Teacher, I'm sorry, but the ribbon of the family you've always treasured is in this tomb...... Do you say it's fate?...... This ribbon has led me here, and I have seen through the last trick left by you, the conspirator, Teacher!

"Teacher, too...... Purple is also good...... Grandma is so ......"

"Always doing what he wants to do again and again. ”

"But I'm ......"

"I want to be so headstrong once in a while. ”

With a wave of her hand, the imperial coin appeared in her hand out of thin air.

"The great virtue of heaven and earth, the king of Taishan Mansion, mistakenly detains the soul, please change it, sacrifice it as a sacrifice, and enshrine it in the mud plow......"

The girl suddenly began to chant the spell.

The sky seemed to be even more gloomy.

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Not far away, a brown-haired woman stood.

Stunned, he looked at the red and white girl in the distance, guiding the changes between heaven and earth.

"Master, is that our lifelong enemy?" asked a girl next to her, dressed like a magician.

The brown-haired woman nodded.

"Master, I'm ready to die. Please let me go over and find out first!"

After a moment's hesitation, the brown-haired woman finally shook her head.

"It's not clear yet...... But she seems to be doing the same thing as me......" The brown-haired witch suddenly turned her head and shouted to a few of the magician apprentices behind her, "Quickly inform everyone under me that all martial law will be imposed within three kilometers of this cemetery." There's no time limit, and I don't want to see anyone here until I say it's okay!"

"Yes!" he said.

Looking at the growing brilliance in the distance, the witch muttered to herself.

"I'd love to kill you right now...... However, if you can make it......"

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[End of Volume 1.] 】