"Lord Shing Wong?"
Zhong Chengyi's eyes widened, and his heart started to pound.
Too many things had shocked him. It was only when he heard the words 'Lord Shing Wong' that he realized that if he became a messenger of death, would he be able to see... Lord Shing Wong?!
…I am indeed the lucky one at the top.
Zhong Chengyi gulped.
"You want to see Lord Shing Wong?" The messenger of death with a neutral voice looked at Zhong Chengyi's expression and chuckled.
"Yes."
Zhong Chengyi nodded.
Seeing this, the messenger of death smiled faintly." Lord Shing Wong is a very good person. You will meet him in the future if you have the chance.”
"Let's go and get our service robes and weapons. If we don't go and get them, Lord Abang will definitely scold us when he comes back.”
The messenger of death interrupted with a magnetic voice.
Hearing this, the messenger of death nodded.
"That's right. Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm…Oh, no, let's use modern words. I'm Kong Gongliang, and he's Lin Shu.”He introduced himself as he walked.
"Kong Gongliang, Lin Shu…I'm Zhong Chengyi, I think you already know.”
Zhong Chengyi smiled and responded when he saw that the other party had started a topic.
Then, he looked at Kong Gongliang and Lin Shu.
"I have a question. Can my two colleagues help me answer it?”
"Just say it."
"Were you like me when you were alive?"
"Naturally, it's the same."
Kong Gongliang smiled.
He was obviously more talkative, while Lin Shu seemed to be a taciturn person. He rarely spoke, but he was definitely not a bad person. Not to mention that he could become a messenger of death, just from the first time he spoke to Zhong Chengyi, one could know what kind of person he was.
"We did some things when we were alive, and thanks to Lord Shing Wong's kindness, we got this job.”
"Then when are you people?”
Zhong Chengyi asked the question that he was curious about.
At this moment, Lin Shu spoke up. He stopped in his tracks and glanced at Zhong Chengyi before continuing to walk." Yin and Yang are different. Since we've become messengers of death, everything that happened when we were alive will become smoke. We rarely go back and talk about things when we were alive. However, since you've asked, it's fine to tell us. This is not a taboo.”
Then, he revealed his identity.
He was in the last years of Yongle, and the year he died happened to change the year title. He died in the first year of Hongxi.
Kong Gongliang died in the twenty-second year of Zhenguan.
"Yongle, Hongxi, and Zhenguan, so…"
Zhong Chengyi's expression froze in the middle of his sentence.
He suddenly looked at Lin Shu." You said you're Zhenguan?？”
Zhong Chengyi was not familiar with history. He could not remember the names of the dynasties at all. If he was not a history teacher, even a history teacher would not be able to remember the names of the dynasties.
He knew about Yongle and Hongxi because the City God An Yanyuan lived during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty. Because it was the Ming Dynasty, the people of the Ghost Control Bureau had some understanding of the Ming Dynasty, but Zhong Chengyi did not remember the Ming Dynasty had the year name of Zhenguan.
Immediately, Zhong Chengyi realized what era this year was.
Zhenguan might not be understood by others, but the rule of Zhenguan was a familiar term. It represented the golden age of the Tang Dynasty!
Tang Dynasty, wasn't that the dynasty before the Ming Dynasty?!
Zhong Chengyi looked at Lin Shu." Zhenguan…Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing, Tang Dynasty? Wasn't the Tang Dynasty the era before the Ming Dynasty?”
He was stunned.
The Shing Wong was an ancient man from the Ming Dynasty. How could his underlings be from the Tang Dynasty?
A smile appeared on Lin Shu's cold face." Yes.”
Looking at this response.
Zhong Chengyi was dumbfounded, and three questions popped up.
His mind was in a mess. He did not understand what was going on. Shouldn't the City God's subordinates be from the same generation or from the future? Why would there be people from the previous generation, and it was two dynasties ago?
"Then aren't you even older than Lord…Shing Wong?”Zhong Chengyi looked at Lin Shu in shock.
At this moment.
Lin Shu and Kong Gongliang shook their heads.
"It's true that Lin Shu is older than me. If we calculate according to the time when he was alive, he was a few hundred years older than me.”Kong Gongliang said. He paused for a moment before continuing with a smile," But if you say that Lin Shu is older than Lord Shing Wong, you are wrong.”
"I worked under Milord a long time ago.”
Lin Shu continued.
Zhong Chengyi's brain was unable to process what was going on." But isn't Lord Shing Wong from the Ming Dynasty?”
"Indeed." Lin Shu affirmed Zhong Chengyi's words." However, I was indeed born in the Zhenguan era. I'm also a little curious about the rumors about you. Why would you say that you were from the Ming Dynasty? It's very strange.”
"I also find it strange. How could Lord Shing Wong be someone from the Hongwu period? This seems like a joke, but the records in the outside world aren't empty words. There are clear historical records.”
"Lord Shing Wong isn't an existence that you and I can fathom. It would be strange if we could understand.”
Kong Gongliang and Lin Shu joked.
Zhong Chengyi frowned.
The next moment, he thought of a problem.
"You said that you were from the Zhenguan era, so you followed Lord Shing Wong for so long and experienced the Ming Dynasty. Why don't you know what happened during the Hongwu period?”
He realized that this problem didn't make sense.
Hearing this.
Lin Shu and Kong Gongliang both looked over with smiles on their faces.
Looking at their smiles, Zhong Chengyi did not know why he felt a chill in his heart. He had a feeling that what they were going to say would be the key to solving the puzzle. Moreover, after the puzzle was solved, there would be an extremely terrifying explosion. Anyone who heard it would feel their hair stand on end.
In a flash, Lin Shu smiled and said in her signature cold voice.
"Although we are people from the past, we only recently became patrolling messengers of death. It was Daren who woke us up.”
Zhong Chengyi was stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.
All the hair on his body stood up, and a chill rose from his back and spread throughout his entire body!
They, the people of the Ghost Controlling Bureau, had always been wrong, terribly wrong, terribly wrong. They had assumed that the City God, An Yanyuan, was from the Ming Dynasty, and that was indeed what was recorded in history.
But this was wrong from the start.
An Yanyuan was not a person from the Ming Dynasty at all. He lived in an era even longer ago!
Lin Shu, Kong Gongliang, and the other messengers of death were awakened. All of this was the work of the City God, An Yanyuan.
An image appeared in Zhong Chengyi's mind.
A black hand in history.
His life ran through the long river of history, and he stood silently in the shadow of history.
During the Tang Dynasty, when Lin Shu died, a person appeared at the place where he died. He took away Lin Shu's soul. As time passed, this person appeared again in the Song Dynasty. He appeared everywhere and took away soul after soul. His figure appeared again in the Yuan Dynasty and Ming Dynasty.
These figures were all the same person. One of them had lived for an unknown period of time. He had never been known by anyone, and no one had noticed him.
Late Yuan Dynasty, early Ming Dynasty.
He appeared once again, but this time, his appearance was no longer unknown. He briefly left his mark in that era for thirty-two years, and then he disappeared. Just like everything he had done in the past, he never appeared in front of the world, quietly standing in the shadows of time.
A hand plucked the willow tree of the Tang Dynasty, crossed the lake of the Yuan Dynasty, and also picked the flowers of the Ming Dynasty...
Those hands had done many things.
No one knew how many things he had done. He had always been in the dark. In history, only the thirty-two years of the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty could find traces of him.
However, this mark belonged to a great scholar of a generation, a living person.
Thinking of this…
Zhong Chengyi had goosebumps.
"That's right…This is why 'he' had such amazing talent at such a young age in the Ming Dynasty.”
He thought of the historical records of the great scholar An Yanyuan.
He was a man with the greatest talent in the world. When he opened his mouth, he could form poems and sentences. Many nobles and officials had come to him personally to invite him to be a guest of honor, but he had rejected them all. His thoughts were ahead of time. He had said many rebellious words and was criticized by others. Those words were still shocking and brilliant in the present. Later generations had learned from his theories and had great achievements in the future.
In history, there was only one person with such advanced thinking, Wang Mang of the Eastern Han Dynasty!
They all had ideas that were unacceptable to the times.
However,'he' was different from Wang Mang. Wang Mang was ambitious, while 'he' chose to live a peaceful life and be benevolent.
In that era, such a person would be said to have no ambition, but now, if one were to carefully examine him, it would make one's hair stand on end. What kind of temperament did one have to have to have such a lifestyle? What kind of experience did one have to have to have such a lifestyle?
"The Ghost Control Bureau was wrong. We were all wrong.”
Zhong Chengyi muttered.
He looked in the direction where the bull-headed Abang had left, at the palace building in the distance, and his pupils trembled...
That place had changed in his eyes. It was an unimaginable immortal mountain, the Buzhou Mountain that stood tall in the world. It was an unimaginable abyss, the Netherworld Abyss where an unimaginable dragon slept.
He, no, should be called-He
'He' was there, and that person lived there.
At the thought of this, Zhong Chengyi's soul energy surged. He was very close to 'her'. This was a kind of luck, super luck.
"I understand why you say that…Lord Shing Wong is an unfathomable existence.”
Zhong Chengyi looked at Kong Gongliang and the other man.
Looking at Zhong Chengyi's sigh, Lin Shu and Lin Yu smiled.
They didn't know what Zhong Chengyi understood. After all, they weren't worms in Zhong Chengyi's stomach. They respected the Shing Wong because he was mysterious and unpredictable. They also had speculations about the reason why they were awakened. They didn't know if Zhong Chengyi's thoughts were the same as theirs, but they didn't think it was important.
In their opinion, it was not wrong for them to be in awe of Lord Shing Wong.
"Let's go. If we don't leave now, we'll really be scolded by Lord Abang.”
Kong Gongliang laughed.
Zhong Chengyi nodded silently and followed.
He looked at the path he had taken, the path he had taken when he came here…If this matter was punished, what would happen if the people from the Ghost Control Bureau found out?
Not long after.
"We're here."
Kong Gongliang stopped in front of a house.
Pushing open the door, one could see the neatly arranged official robes, various weapons, and the waist token of the patrolling messengers of death.
Under the guidance of the two messengers of death, Zhong Chengyi chose his clothes.
"Don't look at these clothes as ordinary. They, these swords, and these hooks were condensed by Lord Shing Wong using merit and incense. They can protect our bodies and only recognize us.”
Zhong Chengyi's heart skipped a beat.
His hands trembled as he held the clothes. He felt that he was not holding clothes, but a priceless treasure.
At the same time, Zhong Chengyi was filled with respect and spent incense and merit to refine the clothes of the messengers of death to protect their ghost bodies.
"Choose your weapon and I'll take you to your residence. When Lord Abang comes back, he'll help you condense the messenger of death ghost body.”
Lin Shu said.
With that, he brought Zhong Chengyi to the residence of the messenger of death after he had finished choosing a saber.
The residence of the messenger of death was a row of houses connected together. There were all the daily necessities and there was no lack of them.
When Zhong Chengyi followed Lin Shu and the others, he saw some messengers of death walking past him with wooden expressions. They did not nod when they saw them. They seemed unreasonable and very cold.
" This is…" Zhong Chengyi was stunned.
These messengers of death were a little strange.
This was his first thought after seeing those messengers of death.
"Those are little ghosts. You don't have to care about them. They are different from you and us.”
"Different?"
" Yes, they are little ghosts who were captured and turned into messengers of death. They are also the ghosts of the A, B, and C ghosts that you often talk about. They are much weaker than us. We have official robes condensed from incense and merit, but their official robes are not. They are just ordinary illusions. Their weapons are also messengers of death weapons that can be recycled.”
" You became a messenger of death after accumulating merit. You're different from them. It's easy to distinguish them. You can tell by their expressions. Also, they usually don't nod in response when they meet us. They only carry out the orders of the messenger of death and do things like patrolling the messenger of death.”
Zhong Chengyi opened his mouth slightly.
The Ghost Taming Bureau had found out about the little ghost messenger not long ago, and now he had confirmed it from Kong Gongliang and the others.
Immediately, Zhong Chengyi went to his residence.
After settling down.
Lin Shu and Kong Gongliang brought him around the underworld. Firstly, they wanted to get to know the way and secondly, they could greet the other messengers of death. In the future, these would all be colleagues, companions who lived in the underworld.
All of this was very novel to Zhong Chengyi. Along the way, he always felt that he was like a grandmother entering the Grand View Garden, a country bumpkin.
……
An An is outside Yuan's residence.
The ox head walked over.
"Come in." Just as Ox Head was about to greet him, he heard An Yuanyuan's voice from inside.
"Did you bring Zhong Chengyi back?"
An Yanyuan stopped his breathing exercises and smiled when he saw the bull head enter.
"Lord Shing Wong, I've brought it back.”
"Were there any twists and turns along the way?"
" My lord, you have divine foresight. There were indeed some twists and turns in this process, but they were very small twists and turns…"
Ox Head explained the entire process in detail.
After listening, An Yuanyuan nodded slightly.
"Have you brought him to his residence?”
"I'll get my subordinate to do it."
Hearing this.
An Yuanyuan nodded.
In the next moment, he heard some sounds…
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