"Dao Chief, you're not dead yet!" the little Daoist priest rushed over, grabbed Dao Chang's head, and shook it with a crying voice.

The Taoist chief didn't have the strength, but just gave the little Taoist a fierce look.

Only then did the little Taoist priest realize that the words did not reach the meaning, blinked his eyes awkwardly, scratched his ears and said, "No...... I say again, "Daoist, why aren't you dead!"

The Taoist chief was completely speechless, he rolled his eyes, he didn't want to care about anything anymore, and said weakly: "Take me back to the White Bull Temple...... Hurry!"

"Oh!" the little Taoist priest got the order, grabbed the Taoist chief and forced him into the car, the Taoist chief was in pain, and let the little Taoist arrange it casually. The little Taoist priest placed the Taoist chief in his seat, and did not forget to help him fasten his seat belt.

The Taoist chief was weak and collapsed motionless in his seat.

The little Taoist priest started the car without hesitation, and drove out more than ten meters with a bang, but stopped with a "crunch", the car hung up the reverse gear and returned to the original position, the little Taoist opened the car door, and trotted back the red gold mahogany sword that was thrown by the Taoist on the side of the road, and then got back into the car and left.

Halfway up the mountainside, the ice ghost hid behind a tombstone, the ghost shadow flickered and flickered very unsteadily, and when the blue light appeared, she was exposed to radiation from the Venerable Spirit Compass, if it wasn't too far away, I'm afraid that the spirit would have been dispersed and wiped out.

"Sister...... I'll avenge you......" The icy voice faded away, and the ghost vanished.

"Damn...... I don't have to play......" Shadowless looked at the blue light bursting from the foot of the mountain dumbfounded, shrugged his shoulders, and looked at the ghost face.

Ghost Face didn't speak, the expression on his face was unusually calm, and the bright red blood scar finally stopped trembling and was quietly engraved on his face. The qiē in front of him seemed to be all in his expectation.

"Let's go. Ghost Face said coldly, took the equipment and turned to leave.

"Hey, hey, don't you want to get rid of them?" Shadowless chased after the ghost face and asked eagerly, "Although the strength of this old way is very average, it is definitely a trouble to keep it!"

"Average strength?" Ghost Face paused, stopped, the corners of his mouth crooked, and said with a sneer: "Do you think this old Taoist is even very difficult to deal with that little female ghost in blue?

"Huh?" Shadowless was stunned by the question, staring at the ghost face with round eyes. The naked ^ fact is in front of him, the Taoist chief is already dying with bruises all over his body in order to fight ghosts, can it be said that there is still any hidden strength?

"Heh......" Ghost Face sneered and said disdainfully: "With your kind of IQ, don't come out and be a villain!"

"Holding a nest head in his hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish......"

At the foot of the mountain, an old man in orange overalls rides a girder bicycle and howls the popular songs of the last century on the deserted highway. It can be seen that he is in a good mood. In fact, every morning when I rushed to work, the uncle was in a good mood. He likes this job, he likes the feeling of not having to communicate with living people, not having to look at the faces of living people everywhere and all the time.

The uncle parked the bicycle at the foot of the mountain, locked it slowly, and prepared to go up the mountain to start the day's work. His job was boring and boring, just cleaning the cemetery and checking for anything out of the ordinary. This kind of work is already familiar to him, and he has worked in this Lingshan Cemetery for more than ten years.

"Huh, what is this?" the uncle locked the car, straightened his waist, and refreshed his muscles and bones, and suddenly saw a blue dress under a tree on the side of the road.

The uncle frowned, walked over, and secretly thought in his heart which kind of wasteful guy is a good brand new clothes, and he will throw it away, what a loser.

The uncle shook his head, muttered, walked over and picked up the dress, and shook it a few times at the rising sun.

"It's a robe, isn't it? It's a pity that the material is so new!" the uncle sighed, and happily put the robe on himself, as if he had picked up a treasure. Such a brand-new robe, even if it is worn as an apron in the future, is more cost-effective than throwing it away.

But at this moment, the robe that was originally loose and loosely put on the robe on the uncle's body suddenly tightened!

"Ahh......h He was tightly restrained by the tighter and tighter blue robe all over his body, and he couldn't breathe at all, he struggled to tear off the robe, but the weird blue robe, as if conscious, firmly grasped the uncle's body, and the tighter he clutched, the tighter he clenched......

In the afternoon of the same day, when He Huan, Meng Lier and Li Minghao arrived at Lingshan Cemetery, they saw an orange-red figure squatting in front of the tombstone halfway up the mountainside.

"Ah!" Meng Yi'er exclaimed, followed by deep sorrow.

A lonely old man, like the yellowed leaves on a big tree, perhaps a slight wind can make him exhaust the last of his life, swept away by the cold wind in the red dust, fluttering, and finally returning to the soil, and returning to his roots. In fact, each of us is a small leaf on the huge tree of the universe, and there will be a day when we will wither and wither, this is life, a fragile but long life.

The years are full of traces on Uncle Wang's face, his life has been hard and hard, if it weren't for his hard life, he would not be alone in the ancient years, and he would be a tomb keeper in Lingshan Cemetery alone. Meng Yi'er hadn't heard of Uncle Wang's story because he never mentioned it, but the writer's intuition let her know that this old man must have experienced a lot of wind and frost before the frost of time stained his white hair and skin.

Meng Li'er's tears swirled in her eyes, and she squatted on the ground and didn't stand up for a long time.

Li Minghao took out his mobile phone and silently called the police.

"What time did you find the deceased?" The police quickly arrived at the scene, holding a small notebook to record the witnesses' statements, and the forensic doctor was collecting information around the deceased Uncle Wang.

"It was just now, about half an hour ago. Meng Li'er's voice had regained its former coldness, and people couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

"Oh?" the young policeman looked up at Meng Yi'er suspiciously, and said, "You three, what are you doing at Lingshan Cemetery in the afternoon? You know the deceased's surname clearly, does this mean that you often come to this cemetery?"