Until his death, An Ziming still didn't understand how things had developed to this point. Why did he die? Tears of regret filled his eyes. He shouldn't have come here.
Looking at An Ziming…the
messengers of death were stunned on the spot, looking at the scene before them in disbelief.
Lord Shing Wong had really done it. He had personally killed his last generation of descendants. This also meant that the bloodline of Lord Shing Wong had been cut off in the world, and there was no longer any continuation.
An Yanyuan looked at An Ziming's corpse and closed his eyes.
He did not regret what he had done.
"Sir…" The messengers of death wanted to say something, but An Yanyuan waved his hand and interrupted them.
An Shiyuan waved his sleeve, and a piece of white paper materialized from mana appeared and flew into the hands of a messenger of death."All the evil things he has done are recorded clearly on it. Send him to the Ghost Control Bureau and let them deal with the poor children he has harmed. Also, tell their parents that the murderer has been executed.”
Listening to Daren's deep voice.
The messengers of death looked at each other, their expressions gloomy. They wanted to comfort Daren, but they didn't know what to do or say to help.
The ancients had always emphasized that there were three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest was to have no descendants. These eight words were enough to explain the importance the ancients placed on the inheritance of future generations.
Even in this modern era, the importance of passing on the inheritance of future generations might not be as high as in ancient times, but not many people dared to say that they did not value future generations. They might not think so when they were young, but as they grew up and experienced it, they would know how important it was to have future generations.
"Yes, sir.”The messenger of death said respectfully as he received the punishment paper.
He looked at An Ziming's corpse.
After a second of silence.
The messenger of death bowed to An Yuyuan seriously. He then carried An Ziming's corpse and walked out of the City God Temple. He turned into a black shadow and headed toward the Ghost Taming Bureau.
Hugging An Ziming's corpse, the messenger of death felt exceptionally heavy.
The cold look in his eyes, which had always been there when he was patrolling, was replaced by sadness and tears. His hands were trembling. This was the corpse of the last descendant of his lord, and the meaning behind it made him unable to control his emotions.
The other messengers of death looked at each other.
Just as they were about to speak, they were interrupted by An Yuanyuan's hoarse voice.
"You may leave. You must be tired from your tour.”
This voice was different from the gentle voice they had heard in the past. It was low and deep with fatigue.
Seeing this.
The messengers of death were silent. They looked at An Yuyuan and waved his hand. They bowed to An Yuyuan seriously and bowed 90 degrees. Without saying a word, they turned around and entered the underworld.
No amount of words could comfort them. They had chosen to let Daren be alone. They didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry for what happened just now. I know you guys were doing it for my own good.”
Just as they turned around, the tired voice sounded again.
The messengers of death trembled.
They looked at the figure behind them. The messengers of death did not say anything. They bowed deeply to An Yuyuan again with tears in their eyes.
"Milord is not wrong." they whispered.
Then, they bowed for the third time and left.
They didn't want to hear An Yuan say things like 'this is his fault.' From the beginning to the end, their master had never done anything wrong. He wasn't the one in the wrong. At the same time, they didn't want to say anything more about this matter and gave their master some quiet space.
An Yuanyuan stood rooted to the ground.
He looked at the place where An Ziming was originally lying. The next moment, he walked over and bent down to pick up the jade pendant.
He stroked the fish-shaped jade pendant.
This jade pendant was a jade pendant he had bought in the past. It was given to him by a rich man whom he had saved. He liked this jade pendant very much and had been wearing it all along. Later, when Ah Nu's birthday was approaching, he would spend time carefully repairing this jade pendant every day. On Ah Nu's birthday, he gave this jade pendant to Ah Nu. Later, Ah Nu gave it to Huan 'er as a gift for Huan' er when he was ten years old.
"I didn't expect it to spread to this era.”An Shiyuan rubbed it, his eyes blurred as he muttered softly.
He felt very tired and wanted to sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy.
An Yanyuan walked to the steps beside the incense burner in the temple.
He placed his hands on his knees and slowly sat down.
The wind blew, and it was as cold as water.
An Shiyuan lowered his head to look at the jade pendant, recalling everything in the past. His eyes became more and more blurred.
He raised his head and looked at the night sky. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There were not many stars, but the moon was very round. This seemed to be the reason why it was close to the fifteenth of August. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.
"Ah Nu…If she knew what happened tonight, she would probably scold me…" An Shiyuan looked at the bright moon hanging in the starry sky.
He thought of the past. Ah Nu was very protective of her children.
In the past, whenever he wanted to hit Huan 'er, Ah Nu would always protect him and act coquettishly. He would hit Huan' er's heart and hurt her heart. Every time he said this, An Shiyuan did not know how to say it. Therefore, whenever Huan 'er did something wrong, he would avoid Ah Nu and then teach the naughty Huan' er a lesson.
A Nu was a very traditional woman. She cared about An Yanyuan's descendants very much and regarded this matter as more important than her life. In the past, when she and An Yanyuan could not have children, she was unhappy. She felt that she had let An Yanyuan down and that An Yanyuan's descendants could not continue.
She was very concerned about these problems and was thinking for him.
In this regard, An Shiyuan comforted her. This wasn't just her problem, but she still felt that it was her own problem.
This was also why Ah Nu was very protective of Huan 'er. Firstly, it was because of her motherly love. Secondly, she only had one son. If he was beaten up and lost, what would happen if she did not give birth to him? Sometimes, she even advised An Yanyuan that if she could not give birth to him, he should marry another one. She could give up her main wife and make her a concubine. As long as she could give birth to a child, the An family would continue.
A Nu really cared about him and thought about his future generations.
"They will definitely scold me."
An Yuanyuan muttered to himself, confusion appearing in his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at the jade pendant in his hand. His shoulders twitched, and his voice trembled as he sobbed."Ah Nu, did I do something wrong? Should I not have been so cruel? You clearly care so much about my child…My descendants, but I…Ah Nu, did I do something wrong…"
He cried.
The tears in her eyes could not stop flowing.
Tears fell uncontrollably onto the jade pendant in his hands. His hands trembled, and the tears fell onto the jade pendant, turning into qi. They were the tears of the City God, condensed from incense.
The wind started to blow.
At this moment, the sound of the wind mixed with sobs could be heard in the temple.
On the steps, the figure sat there, his shoulders trembling. He looked so lonely.
The clay statue of An Yanyuan, which was worshiped by incense, had a smile on its face. It was simple and dignified…but at this moment, two lines of clear tears fell from the eyes of the clay statue. No one saw this.
Time
passed by slowly.
Cang City Ghost Rider Branch Building.
Tonight, the bureau building was as quiet as ever. Even at night, the lights were still bright.
Mr. Qian was the ghost controller in charge of the branch office. It was his turn to be on duty again today.
"Mr. Qian." Hu Huimei, the receptionist, looked at Mr. Qian, who was walking into the hall and twisting his body. She smiled and called out.
"Keimi, you're on duty today.”
When Mr. Qian heard this, he saw Hu Huimei sitting at the front desk.
"It's not mine, but Xiaoli said she had something to do today, so I came to replace her. Mr. Qian, do you want some milk tea?”
"Okay, thank you. By the way, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. Do you plan to go back?"
"Yes, the bureau gave us a break. Where's Mr. Qian?”
"I won't go back. My house is nearby. Haha, I can go back if I want to.”
"I almost forgot. Mr. Qian, you moved here half a month ago.”
The two of them had nothing to do and chatted.
Just as they were chatting, a black shadow drifted over from the outside of the Ghost Taming Branch building and quietly landed at the door.
After the black shadow stopped.
A black figure appeared. He was standing there with a person in his arms.
"Huh?!" Mr. Qian sensed the movement at the door and turned his head to look.
Instantly, his pupils constricted.
The figure of a messenger of death dressed in black official robes could be seen. He was hugging a person, and the black aura of ghosts and deities circulated around his body. The black aura lingered around his body, making him look mysterious and terrifying.
…Messenger of Death!
Mr. Qian's body trembled.
Hu Huimei saw Mr. Qian's actions and followed his gaze. She covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes flashing with horror.
As employees of the Ghost Control Bureau, everyone knew about malicious ghosts, especially the Shing Wong Temple and the messengers of death.
Cang City Branch was the only branch in the country where everyone knew about the Chenghuang Temple. This situation was naturally because the Chenghuang Temple was located in Cang City. The manager of the bureau often talked about the Chenghuang Temple and reminded the people in the bureau to pay more attention. They should not be shocked when they saw ghosts and gods. They should be polite when they saw ghosts and gods.
Hu Huimei was filled with curiosity about the messengers of death.
Who wasn't curious about immortals?
Hu Huimei had imagined the scene of her meeting the messenger of death. There were thousands of images, but none of them were like this.
"Why would the messenger of death appear in the Ghost Control Bureau? Who…is that person?!”
Hu Huimei noticed the person in the messenger of death's hands.
The scene at the entrance was captured by the surveillance room, and all the ghost controllers in the building were immediately notified.
In a flash, Sir Qian took big strides toward the door."Excuse me."”
Before he could speak, a ghostly voice sounded.
"I'll leave him to you guys."
the messenger of death said.
As he spoke, he placed An Ziming's body in Mr. Qian's hands.
Mr. Qian immediately took it. He looked at the corpse in his arms and was shocked. He did not understand what was going on. Why would the messenger of death personally send 'him'…Who was the deceased? He was actually sent over by the messenger of death.
The messengers of death rarely came into contact with the affairs of the Yang Realm. It was impossible to imagine what kind of person could make the messengers of death take the initiative to appear in the Ghost Taming Bureau!
"He is the last descendant of the City God Lord.”Just as Mister Qian was thinking, the messenger of death's cold voice entered his ears.
"What?!"
Mr. Qian was shocked and looked down at the corpse in his arms.
He felt the body in his hand was so heavy that he almost couldn't hold it.
Whoosh.
A piece of paper flew over and gently landed in Mr. Qian's hand."After looking at the paper, you will know why he died and why he died.”
This time, the cold voice of the ghost and god was a little different from before. It had a stifling tone.
Mr. Qian looked down at the paper.
This is…
His eyes widened.
On the paper, he wrote down the crimes carefully and described the information of the victims in detail.
"An Ziming…the last descendant of the City God. He's dead…A huge pile of evil information…was personally sent over by the messenger of death…" An unbelievable thought appeared in Mr. Qian's mind. When this information appeared, he could vaguely smell the faint scent of sandalwood on the paper in his hand. It was very pleasant.
Could it be!
Mr. Qian wanted to verify his thoughts and looked up at the messenger of death.
However, the messenger of death had disappeared.
"Don't be biased just because he's the descendant of Lord City God.”Mr. Qian heard a trembling voice.
In an instant, Mr. Qian's head buzzed. His thoughts had been verified.
Mr. Qian could not calm down for a long time.
"Mr. Qian, could it be that the Shing Wong personally…" Hu Huimei came to Mr. Qian's side and saw everything with her eyes. She couldn't believe it.
Hearing this.
Mr. Qian came back to his senses.
He looked at Hu Huimei."Quick, contact the headquarters and the department head!”
As he spoke, Mr. Qian felt the weight of the corpse in his hand.
It was so heavy that he, a B-class ghost controller, couldn't hold it.
…
Jing Fu City.
At the Minister's house.
The department head brewed a cup of coffee and sat in front of the computer, reading the report.
"Still not sleeping?" The minister's wife walked over and looked at her worried husband with heartache. She raised her hand to pinch the minister's shoulder and gave him a massage to relax.
"Sleep later. Wait for me to finish reading this.”
the minister said in a low voice.
He looked at the report in front of him and sighed.
He had actually finished reading the report a long time ago. In fact, he had read it more than ten times. When he said that he had finished reading it, he did not mean that he had finished reading it. Instead, he was thinking about the follow-up to the report.
The report was about An Ziming, the descendant of the Shing Wong. Ever since the Shing Wong descendant was found, everything about An Ziming had been dug up. The intelligence department took over the task, and the huge state machine was activated. Many things about An Ziming had been dug up in detail.
As they dug, some of An Ziming's secrets became difficult to hide. Everything about him was revealed by the intelligence department at all costs. They spent a terrifying amount of manpower and material resources to reveal it in the shortest time possible. Three hours ago, this report was sent over, and there was a bloody case written on it.
An Ziming was suspected to be related to the kidnapping and drowning of a little boy in the river.
This information made the minister's heart sink.
An Ziming's misdeeds are spotted.
Ring ring ~
At this moment, her phone rang.
"I'm Lu Nian…" The department head answered the phone.
"Minister, An Ziming is dead.”
The minister was shocked when he heard this from the other end of the phone.
"What happened?!" He immediately asked, his mind in a daze. The descendants of the Shing Wong were killed? Who killed him? Damn it…What was he planning to do? Throw everything into chaos?!
The minister instantly felt a chill run down his spine.
After finding out more about An Ziming, he knew what An Ziming represented. He was the last descendant of the City God. Now that he was dead, it meant that the City God's An family bloodline was gone.
The next moment, the minister's face was so dark that it was scary."…Who killed him?"”
"Minister, I've already sent the information over. You'll know when you see the information.”The voice from the other end was filled with shock.
Hearing this.
The minister was suspicious. There was something wrong with his tone.
Then, he turned on his computer and looked at the message.
Ten minutes later.
The minister and his wife sat silently in front of the computer.
The message contained everything about An Ziming, as well as another secret of An Ziming that the Ghost Control Bureau had yet to find out. It was a murder case from many years ago.
"The messenger of death personally sent the corpse. The time of death was not long…" The minister's wife covered her mouth with both hands, her pupils trembling.
She looked at the minister and had a guess in her mind.
As soon as she thought of this guess, confusion appeared in her eyes.
This speculation was also described in the report and noted.
The department head did not respond. His eyes flickered with shock, and his heart was in turmoil.
He had goosebumps all over his body.
"City god, good, help, so many people, help, so many, so many."”The minister held his head. An indescribable sorrow rose in his heart. He felt sorrow for Shing Wong and also pain for him.
Hearing her husband's words, tears welled up in her eyes.
She was right.
At this moment, the tears in her eyes grew even more. Just like her husband, she felt an indescribable sadness and anger towards An Ziming.
The minister was speechless. He looked at the window. Water droplets splashed on the glass, making a clear sound.
In the next moment, the water droplets on the glass increased. It was raining outside.
The weather was bad, and it started drizzling outside.
"Is it raining in Cang City too?”
The department head looked at the window and muttered after a long time
… Until his death, An Ziming still didn't understand how things had developed to this point. Why did he die? Tears of regret filled his eyes. He shouldn't have come here.
Looking at An Ziming…the
messengers of death were stunned on the spot, looking at the scene before them in disbelief.
Lord Shing Wong had really done it. He had personally killed his last generation of descendants. This also meant that the bloodline of Lord Shing Wong had been cut off in the world, and there was no longer any continuation.
An Yanyuan looked at An Ziming's corpse and closed his eyes.
He did not regret what he had done.
"Sir…" The messengers of death wanted to say something, but An Yanyuan waved his hand and interrupted them.
An Shiyuan waved his sleeve, and a piece of white paper materialized from mana appeared and flew into the hands of a messenger of death."All the evil things he has done are recorded clearly on it. Send him to the Ghost Control Bureau and let them deal with the poor children he has harmed. Also, tell their parents that the murderer has been executed.”
Listening to Daren's deep voice.
The messengers of death looked at each other, their expressions gloomy. They wanted to comfort Daren, but they didn't know what to do or say to help.
The ancients had always emphasized that there were three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest was to have no descendants. These eight words were enough to explain the importance the ancients placed on the inheritance of future generations.
Even in this modern era, the importance of passing on the inheritance of future generations might not be as high as in ancient times, but not many people dared to say that they did not value future generations. They might not think so when they were young, but as they grew up and experienced it, they would know how important it was to have future generations.
"Yes, sir.”The messenger of death said respectfully as he received the punishment paper.
He looked at An Ziming's corpse.
After a second of silence.
The messenger of death bowed to An Yuyuan seriously. He then carried An Ziming's corpse and walked out of the City God Temple. He turned into a black shadow and headed toward the Ghost Taming Bureau.
Hugging An Ziming's corpse, the messenger of death felt exceptionally heavy.
The cold look in his eyes, which had always been there when he was patrolling, was replaced by sadness and tears. His hands were trembling. This was the corpse of the last descendant of his lord, and the meaning behind it made him unable to control his emotions.
The other messengers of death looked at each other.
Just as they were about to speak, they were interrupted by An Yuanyuan's hoarse voice.
"You may leave. You must be tired from your tour.”
This voice was different from the gentle voice they had heard in the past. It was low and deep with fatigue.
Seeing this.
The messengers of death were silent. They looked at An Yuyuan and waved his hand. They bowed to An Yuyuan seriously and bowed 90 degrees. Without saying a word, they turned around and entered the underworld.
No amount of words could comfort them. They had chosen to let Daren be alone. They didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry for what happened just now. I know you guys were doing it for my own good.”
Just as they turned around, the tired voice sounded again.
The messengers of death trembled.
They looked at the figure behind them. The messengers of death did not say anything. They bowed deeply to An Yuyuan again with tears in their eyes.
"Milord is not wrong." they whispered.
Then, they bowed for the third time and left.
They didn't want to hear An Yuan say things like 'this is his fault.' From the beginning to the end, their master had never done anything wrong. He wasn't the one in the wrong. At the same time, they didn't want to say anything more about this matter and gave their master some quiet space.
An Yuanyuan stood rooted to the ground.
He looked at the place where An Ziming was originally lying. The next moment, he walked over and bent down to pick up the jade pendant.
He stroked the fish-shaped jade pendant.
This jade pendant was a jade pendant he had bought in the past. It was given to him by a rich man whom he had saved. He liked this jade pendant very much and had been wearing it all along. Later, when Ah Nu's birthday was approaching, he would spend time carefully repairing this jade pendant every day. On Ah Nu's birthday, he gave this jade pendant to Ah Nu. Later, Ah Nu gave it to Huan 'er as a gift for Huan' er when he was ten years old.
"I didn't expect it to spread to this era.”An Shiyuan rubbed it, his eyes blurred as he muttered softly.
He felt very tired and wanted to sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy.
An Yanyuan walked to the steps beside the incense burner in the temple.
He placed his hands on his knees and slowly sat down.
The wind blew, and it was as cold as water.
An Shiyuan lowered his head to look at the jade pendant, recalling everything in the past. His eyes became more and more blurred.
He raised his head and looked at the night sky. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There were not many stars, but the moon was very round. This seemed to be the reason why it was close to the fifteenth of August. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.
"Ah Nu…If she knew what happened tonight, she would probably scold me…" An Shiyuan looked at the bright moon hanging in the starry sky.
He thought of the past. Ah Nu was very protective of her children.
In the past, whenever he wanted to hit Huan 'er, Ah Nu would always protect him and act coquettishly. He would hit Huan' er's heart and hurt her heart. Every time he said this, An Shiyuan did not know how to say it. Therefore, whenever Huan 'er did something wrong, he would avoid Ah Nu and then teach the naughty Huan' er a lesson.
A Nu was a very traditional woman. She cared about An Yanyuan's descendants very much and regarded this matter as more important than her life. In the past, when she and An Yanyuan could not have children, she was unhappy. She felt that she had let An Yanyuan down and that An Yanyuan's descendants could not continue.
She was very concerned about these problems and was thinking for him.
In this regard, An Shiyuan comforted her. This wasn't just her problem, but she still felt that it was her own problem.
This was also why Ah Nu was very protective of Huan 'er. Firstly, it was because of her motherly love. Secondly, she only had one son. If he was beaten up and lost, what would happen if she did not give birth to him? Sometimes, she even advised An Yanyuan that if she could not give birth to him, he should marry another one. She could give up her main wife and make her a concubine. As long as she could give birth to a child, the An family would continue.
A Nu really cared about him and thought about his future generations.
"They will definitely scold me."
An Yuanyuan muttered to himself, confusion appearing in his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at the jade pendant in his hand. His shoulders twitched, and his voice trembled as he sobbed."Ah Nu, did I do something wrong? Should I not have been so cruel? You clearly care so much about my child…My descendants, but I…Ah Nu, did I do something wrong…"
He cried.
The tears in her eyes could not stop flowing.
Tears fell uncontrollably onto the jade pendant in his hands. His hands trembled, and the tears fell onto the jade pendant, turning into qi. They were the tears of the City God, condensed from incense.
The wind started to blow.
At this moment, the sound of the wind mixed with sobs could be heard in the temple.
On the steps, the figure sat there, his shoulders trembling. He looked so lonely.
The clay statue of An Yanyuan, which was worshiped by incense, had a smile on its face. It was simple and dignified…but at this moment, two lines of clear tears fell from the eyes of the clay statue. No one saw this.
Time
passed by slowly.
Cang City Ghost Rider Branch Building.
Tonight, the bureau building was as quiet as ever. Even at night, the lights were still bright.
Mr. Qian was the ghost controller in charge of the branch office. It was his turn to be on duty again today.
"Mr. Qian." Hu Huimei, the receptionist, looked at Mr. Qian, who was walking into the hall and twisting his body. She smiled and called out.
"Keimi, you're on duty today.”
When Mr. Qian heard this, he saw Hu Huimei sitting at the front desk.
"It's not mine, but Xiaoli said she had something to do today, so I came to replace her. Mr. Qian, do you want some milk tea?”
"Okay, thank you. By the way, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. Do you plan to go back?"
"Yes, the bureau gave us a break. Where's Mr. Qian?”
"I won't go back. My house is nearby. Haha, I can go back if I want to.”
"I almost forgot. Mr. Qian, you moved here half a month ago.”
The two of them had nothing to do and chatted.
Just as they were chatting, a black shadow drifted over from the outside of the Ghost Taming Branch building and quietly landed at the door.
After the black shadow stopped.
A black figure appeared. He was standing there with a person in his arms.
"Huh?!" Mr. Qian sensed the movement at the door and turned his head to look.
Instantly, his pupils constricted.
The figure of a messenger of death dressed in black official robes could be seen. He was hugging a person, and the black aura of ghosts and deities circulated around his body. The black aura lingered around his body, making him look mysterious and terrifying.
…Messenger of Death!
Mr. Qian's body trembled.
Hu Huimei saw Mr. Qian's actions and followed his gaze. She covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes flashing with horror.
As employees of the Ghost Control Bureau, everyone knew about malicious ghosts, especially the Shing Wong Temple and the messengers of death.
Cang City Branch was the only branch in the country where everyone knew about the Chenghuang Temple. This situation was naturally because the Chenghuang Temple was located in Cang City. The manager of the bureau often talked about the Chenghuang Temple and reminded the people in the bureau to pay more attention. They should not be shocked when they saw ghosts and gods. They should be polite when they saw ghosts and gods.
Hu Huimei was filled with curiosity about the messengers of death.
Who wasn't curious about immortals?
Hu Huimei had imagined the scene of her meeting the messenger of death. There were thousands of images, but none of them were like this.
"Why would the messenger of death appear in the Ghost Control Bureau? Who…is that person?!”
Hu Huimei noticed the person in the messenger of death's hands.
The scene at the entrance was captured by the surveillance room, and all the ghost controllers in the building were immediately notified.
In a flash, Sir Qian took big strides toward the door."Excuse me."”
Before he could speak, a ghostly voice sounded.
"I'll leave him to you guys."
the messenger of death said.
As he spoke, he placed An Ziming's body in Mr. Qian's hands.
Mr. Qian immediately took it. He looked at the corpse in his arms and was shocked. He did not understand what was going on. Why would the messenger of death personally send 'him'…Who was the deceased? He was actually sent over by the messenger of death.
The messengers of death rarely came into contact with the affairs of the Yang Realm. It was impossible to imagine what kind of person could make the messengers of death take the initiative to appear in the Ghost Taming Bureau!
"He is the last descendant of the City God Lord.”Just as Mister Qian was thinking, the messenger of death's cold voice entered his ears.
"What?!"
Mr. Qian was shocked and looked down at the corpse in his arms.
He felt the body in his hand was so heavy that he almost couldn't hold it.
Whoosh.
A piece of paper flew over and gently landed in Mr. Qian's hand."After looking at the paper, you will know why he died and why he died.”
This time, the cold voice of the ghost and god was a little different from before. It had a stifling tone.
Mr. Qian looked down at the paper.
This is…
His eyes widened.
On the paper, he wrote down the crimes carefully and described the information of the victims in detail.
"An Ziming…the last descendant of the City God. He's dead…A huge pile of evil information…was personally sent over by the messenger of death…" An unbelievable thought appeared in Mr. Qian's mind. When this information appeared, he could vaguely smell the faint scent of sandalwood on the paper in his hand. It was very pleasant.
Could it be!
Mr. Qian wanted to verify his thoughts and looked up at the messenger of death.
However, the messenger of death had disappeared.
"Don't be biased just because he's the descendant of Lord City God.”Mr. Qian heard a trembling voice.
In an instant, Mr. Qian's head buzzed. His thoughts had been verified.
Mr. Qian could not calm down for a long time.
"Mr. Qian, could it be that the Shing Wong personally…" Hu Huimei came to Mr. Qian's side and saw everything with her eyes. She couldn't believe it.
Hearing this.
Mr. Qian came back to his senses.
He looked at Hu Huimei."Quick, contact the headquarters and the department head!”
As he spoke, Mr. Qian felt the weight of the corpse in his hand.
It was so heavy that he, a B-class ghost controller, couldn't hold it.
…
Jing Fu City.
At the Minister's house.
The department head brewed a cup of coffee and sat in front of the computer, reading the report.
"Still not sleeping?" The minister's wife walked over and looked at her worried husband with heartache. She raised her hand to pinch the minister's shoulder and gave him a massage to relax.
"Sleep later. Wait for me to finish reading this.”
the minister said in a low voice.
He looked at the report in front of him and sighed.
He had actually finished reading the report a long time ago. In fact, he had read it more than ten times. When he said that he had finished reading it, he did not mean that he had finished reading it. Instead, he was thinking about the follow-up to the report.
The report was about An Ziming, the descendant of the Shing Wong. Ever since the Shing Wong descendant was found, everything about An Ziming had been dug up. The intelligence department took over the task, and the huge state machine was activated. Many things about An Ziming had been dug up in detail.
As they dug, some of An Ziming's secrets became difficult to hide. Everything about him was revealed by the intelligence department at all costs. They spent a terrifying amount of manpower and material resources to reveal it in the shortest time possible. Three hours ago, this report was sent over, and there was a bloody case written on it.
An Ziming was suspected to be related to the kidnapping and drowning of a little boy in the river.
This information made the minister's heart sink.
An Ziming's misdeeds are spotted.
Ring ring ~
At this moment, her phone rang.
"I'm Lu Nian…" The department head answered the phone.
"Minister, An Ziming is dead.”
The minister was shocked when he heard this from the other end of the phone.
"What happened?!" He immediately asked, his mind in a daze. The descendants of the Shing Wong were killed? Who killed him? Damn it…What was he planning to do? Throw everything into chaos?!
The minister instantly felt a chill run down his spine.
After finding out more about An Ziming, he knew what An Ziming represented. He was the last descendant of the City God. Now that he was dead, it meant that the City God's An family bloodline was gone.
The next moment, the minister's face was so dark that it was scary."…Who killed him?"”
"Minister, I've already sent the information over. You'll know when you see the information.”The voice from the other end was filled with shock.
Hearing this.
The minister was suspicious. There was something wrong with his tone.
Then, he turned on his computer and looked at the message.
Ten minutes later.
The minister and his wife sat silently in front of the computer.
The message contained everything about An Ziming, as well as another secret of An Ziming that the Ghost Control Bureau had yet to find out. It was a murder case from many years ago.
"The messenger of death personally sent the corpse. The time of death was not long…" The minister's wife covered her mouth with both hands, her pupils trembling.
She looked at the minister and had a guess in her mind.
As soon as she thought of this guess, confusion appeared in her eyes.
This speculation was also described in the report and noted.
The department head did not respond. His eyes flickered with shock, and his heart was in turmoil.
He had goosebumps all over his body.
"City god, good, help, so many people, help, so many, so many."”The minister held his head. An indescribable sorrow rose in his heart. He felt sorrow for Shing Wong and also pain for him.
Hearing her husband's words, tears welled up in her eyes.
She was right.
At this moment, the tears in her eyes grew even more. Just like her husband, she felt an indescribable sadness and anger towards An Ziming.
The minister was speechless. He looked at the window. Water droplets splashed on the glass, making a clear sound.
In the next moment, the water droplets on the glass increased. It was raining outside.
The weather was bad, and it started drizzling outside.
"Is it raining in Cang City too?”
The department head looked at the window and muttered after a long time
… Until his death, An Ziming still didn't understand how things had developed to this point. Why did he die? Tears of regret filled his eyes. He shouldn't have come here.
Looking at An Ziming…the
messengers of death were stunned on the spot, looking at the scene before them in disbelief.
Lord Shing Wong had really done it. He had personally killed his last generation of descendants. This also meant that the bloodline of Lord Shing Wong had been cut off in the world, and there was no longer any continuation.
An Yanyuan looked at An Ziming's corpse and closed his eyes.
He did not regret what he had done.
"Sir…" The messengers of death wanted to say something, but An Yanyuan waved his hand and interrupted them.
An Shiyuan waved his sleeve, and a piece of white paper materialized from mana appeared and flew into the hands of a messenger of death."All the evil things he has done are recorded clearly on it. Send him to the Ghost Control Bureau and let them deal with the poor children he has harmed. Also, tell their parents that the murderer has been executed.”
Listening to Daren's deep voice.
The messengers of death looked at each other, their expressions gloomy. They wanted to comfort Daren, but they didn't know what to do or say to help.
The ancients had always emphasized that there were three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest was to have no descendants. These eight words were enough to explain the importance the ancients placed on the inheritance of future generations.
Even in this modern era, the importance of passing on the inheritance of future generations might not be as high as in ancient times, but not many people dared to say that they did not value future generations. They might not think so when they were young, but as they grew up and experienced it, they would know how important it was to have future generations.
"Yes, sir.”The messenger of death said respectfully as he received the punishment paper.
He looked at An Ziming's corpse.
After a second of silence.
The messenger of death bowed to An Yuyuan seriously. He then carried An Ziming's corpse and walked out of the City God Temple. He turned into a black shadow and headed toward the Ghost Taming Bureau.
Hugging An Ziming's corpse, the messenger of death felt exceptionally heavy.
The cold look in his eyes, which had always been there when he was patrolling, was replaced by sadness and tears. His hands were trembling. This was the corpse of the last descendant of his lord, and the meaning behind it made him unable to control his emotions.
The other messengers of death looked at each other.
Just as they were about to speak, they were interrupted by An Yuanyuan's hoarse voice.
"You may leave. You must be tired from your tour.”
This voice was different from the gentle voice they had heard in the past. It was low and deep with fatigue.
Seeing this.
The messengers of death were silent. They looked at An Yuyuan and waved his hand. They bowed to An Yuyuan seriously and bowed 90 degrees. Without saying a word, they turned around and entered the underworld.
No amount of words could comfort them. They had chosen to let Daren be alone. They didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry for what happened just now. I know you guys were doing it for my own good.”
Just as they turned around, the tired voice sounded again.
The messengers of death trembled.
They looked at the figure behind them. The messengers of death did not say anything. They bowed deeply to An Yuyuan again with tears in their eyes.
"Milord is not wrong." they whispered.
Then, they bowed for the third time and left.
They didn't want to hear An Yuan say things like 'this is his fault.' From the beginning to the end, their master had never done anything wrong. He wasn't the one in the wrong. At the same time, they didn't want to say anything more about this matter and gave their master some quiet space.
An Yuanyuan stood rooted to the ground.
He looked at the place where An Ziming was originally lying. The next moment, he walked over and bent down to pick up the jade pendant.
He stroked the fish-shaped jade pendant.
This jade pendant was a jade pendant he had bought in the past. It was given to him by a rich man whom he had saved. He liked this jade pendant very much and had been wearing it all along. Later, when Ah Nu's birthday was approaching, he would spend time carefully repairing this jade pendant every day. On Ah Nu's birthday, he gave this jade pendant to Ah Nu. Later, Ah Nu gave it to Huan 'er as a gift for Huan' er when he was ten years old.
"I didn't expect it to spread to this era.”An Shiyuan rubbed it, his eyes blurred as he muttered softly.
He felt very tired and wanted to sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy.
An Yanyuan walked to the steps beside the incense burner in the temple.
He placed his hands on his knees and slowly sat down.
The wind blew, and it was as cold as water.
An Shiyuan lowered his head to look at the jade pendant, recalling everything in the past. His eyes became more and more blurred.
He raised his head and looked at the night sky. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There were not many stars, but the moon was very round. This seemed to be the reason why it was close to the fifteenth of August. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.
"Ah Nu…If she knew what happened tonight, she would probably scold me…" An Shiyuan looked at the bright moon hanging in the starry sky.
He thought of the past. Ah Nu was very protective of her children.
In the past, whenever he wanted to hit Huan 'er, Ah Nu would always protect him and act coquettishly. He would hit Huan' er's heart and hurt her heart. Every time he said this, An Shiyuan did not know how to say it. Therefore, whenever Huan 'er did something wrong, he would avoid Ah Nu and then teach the naughty Huan' er a lesson.
A Nu was a very traditional woman. She cared about An Yanyuan's descendants very much and regarded this matter as more important than her life. In the past, when she and An Yanyuan could not have children, she was unhappy. She felt that she had let An Yanyuan down and that An Yanyuan's descendants could not continue.
She was very concerned about these problems and was thinking for him.
In this regard, An Shiyuan comforted her. This wasn't just her problem, but she still felt that it was her own problem.
This was also why Ah Nu was very protective of Huan 'er. Firstly, it was because of her motherly love. Secondly, she only had one son. If he was beaten up and lost, what would happen if she did not give birth to him? Sometimes, she even advised An Yanyuan that if she could not give birth to him, he should marry another one. She could give up her main wife and make her a concubine. As long as she could give birth to a child, the An family would continue.
A Nu really cared about him and thought about his future generations.
"They will definitely scold me."
An Yuanyuan muttered to himself, confusion appearing in his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at the jade pendant in his hand. His shoulders twitched, and his voice trembled as he sobbed."Ah Nu, did I do something wrong? Should I not have been so cruel? You clearly care so much about my child…My descendants, but I…Ah Nu, did I do something wrong…"
He cried.
The tears in her eyes could not stop flowing.
Tears fell uncontrollably onto the jade pendant in his hands. His hands trembled, and the tears fell onto the jade pendant, turning into qi. They were the tears of the City God, condensed from incense.
The wind started to blow.
At this moment, the sound of the wind mixed with sobs could be heard in the temple.
On the steps, the figure sat there, his shoulders trembling. He looked so lonely.
The clay statue of An Yanyuan, which was worshiped by incense, had a smile on its face. It was simple and dignified…but at this moment, two lines of clear tears fell from the eyes of the clay statue. No one saw this.
Time
passed by slowly.
Cang City Ghost Rider Branch Building.
Tonight, the bureau building was as quiet as ever. Even at night, the lights were still bright.
Mr. Qian was the ghost controller in charge of the branch office. It was his turn to be on duty again today.
"Mr. Qian." Hu Huimei, the receptionist, looked at Mr. Qian, who was walking into the hall and twisting his body. She smiled and called out.
"Keimi, you're on duty today.”
When Mr. Qian heard this, he saw Hu Huimei sitting at the front desk.
"It's not mine, but Xiaoli said she had something to do today, so I came to replace her. Mr. Qian, do you want some milk tea?”
"Okay, thank you. By the way, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. Do you plan to go back?"
"Yes, the bureau gave us a break. Where's Mr. Qian?”
"I won't go back. My house is nearby. Haha, I can go back if I want to.”
"I almost forgot. Mr. Qian, you moved here half a month ago.”
The two of them had nothing to do and chatted.
Just as they were chatting, a black shadow drifted over from the outside of the Ghost Taming Branch building and quietly landed at the door.
After the black shadow stopped.
A black figure appeared. He was standing there with a person in his arms.
"Huh?!" Mr. Qian sensed the movement at the door and turned his head to look.
Instantly, his pupils constricted.
The figure of a messenger of death dressed in black official robes could be seen. He was hugging a person, and the black aura of ghosts and deities circulated around his body. The black aura lingered around his body, making him look mysterious and terrifying.
…Messenger of Death!
Mr. Qian's body trembled.
Hu Huimei saw Mr. Qian's actions and followed his gaze. She covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes flashing with horror.
As employees of the Ghost Control Bureau, everyone knew about malicious ghosts, especially the Shing Wong Temple and the messengers of death.
Cang City Branch was the only branch in the country where everyone knew about the Chenghuang Temple. This situation was naturally because the Chenghuang Temple was located in Cang City. The manager of the bureau often talked about the Chenghuang Temple and reminded the people in the bureau to pay more attention. They should not be shocked when they saw ghosts and gods. They should be polite when they saw ghosts and gods.
Hu Huimei was filled with curiosity about the messengers of death.
Who wasn't curious about immortals?
Hu Huimei had imagined the scene of her meeting the messenger of death. There were thousands of images, but none of them were like this.
"Why would the messenger of death appear in the Ghost Control Bureau? Who…is that person?!”
Hu Huimei noticed the person in the messenger of death's hands.
The scene at the entrance was captured by the surveillance room, and all the ghost controllers in the building were immediately notified.
In a flash, Sir Qian took big strides toward the door."Excuse me."”
Before he could speak, a ghostly voice sounded.
"I'll leave him to you guys."
the messenger of death said.
As he spoke, he placed An Ziming's body in Mr. Qian's hands.
Mr. Qian immediately took it. He looked at the corpse in his arms and was shocked. He did not understand what was going on. Why would the messenger of death personally send 'him'…Who was the deceased? He was actually sent over by the messenger of death.
The messengers of death rarely came into contact with the affairs of the Yang Realm. It was impossible to imagine what kind of person could make the messengers of death take the initiative to appear in the Ghost Taming Bureau!
"He is the last descendant of the City God Lord.”Just as Mister Qian was thinking, the messenger of death's cold voice entered his ears.
"What?!"
Mr. Qian was shocked and looked down at the corpse in his arms.
He felt the body in his hand was so heavy that he almost couldn't hold it.
Whoosh.
A piece of paper flew over and gently landed in Mr. Qian's hand."After looking at the paper, you will know why he died and why he died.”
This time, the cold voice of the ghost and god was a little different from before. It had a stifling tone.
Mr. Qian looked down at the paper.
This is…
His eyes widened.
On the paper, he wrote down the crimes carefully and described the information of the victims in detail.
"An Ziming…the last descendant of the City God. He's dead…A huge pile of evil information…was personally sent over by the messenger of death…" An unbelievable thought appeared in Mr. Qian's mind. When this information appeared, he could vaguely smell the faint scent of sandalwood on the paper in his hand. It was very pleasant.
Could it be!
Mr. Qian wanted to verify his thoughts and looked up at the messenger of death.
However, the messenger of death had disappeared.
"Don't be biased just because he's the descendant of Lord City God.”Mr. Qian heard a trembling voice.
In an instant, Mr. Qian's head buzzed. His thoughts had been verified.
Mr. Qian could not calm down for a long time.
"Mr. Qian, could it be that the Shing Wong personally…" Hu Huimei came to Mr. Qian's side and saw everything with her eyes. She couldn't believe it.
Hearing this.
Mr. Qian came back to his senses.
He looked at Hu Huimei."Quick, contact the headquarters and the department head!”
As he spoke, Mr. Qian felt the weight of the corpse in his hand.
It was so heavy that he, a B-class ghost controller, couldn't hold it.
…
Jing Fu City.
At the Minister's house.
The department head brewed a cup of coffee and sat in front of the computer, reading the report.
"Still not sleeping?" The minister's wife walked over and looked at her worried husband with heartache. She raised her hand to pinch the minister's shoulder and gave him a massage to relax.
"Sleep later. Wait for me to finish reading this.”
the minister said in a low voice.
He looked at the report in front of him and sighed.
He had actually finished reading the report a long time ago. In fact, he had read it more than ten times. When he said that he had finished reading it, he did not mean that he had finished reading it. Instead, he was thinking about the follow-up to the report.
The report was about An Ziming, the descendant of the Shing Wong. Ever since the Shing Wong descendant was found, everything about An Ziming had been dug up. The intelligence department took over the task, and the huge state machine was activated. Many things about An Ziming had been dug up in detail.
As they dug, some of An Ziming's secrets became difficult to hide. Everything about him was revealed by the intelligence department at all costs. They spent a terrifying amount of manpower and material resources to reveal it in the shortest time possible. Three hours ago, this report was sent over, and there was a bloody case written on it.
An Ziming was suspected to be related to the kidnapping and drowning of a little boy in the river.
This information made the minister's heart sink.
An Ziming's misdeeds are spotted.
Ring ring ~
At this moment, her phone rang.
"I'm Lu Nian…" The department head answered the phone.
"Minister, An Ziming is dead.”
The minister was shocked when he heard this from the other end of the phone.
"What happened?!" He immediately asked, his mind in a daze. The descendants of the Shing Wong were killed? Who killed him? Damn it…What was he planning to do? Throw everything into chaos?!
The minister instantly felt a chill run down his spine.
After finding out more about An Ziming, he knew what An Ziming represented. He was the last descendant of the City God. Now that he was dead, it meant that the City God's An family bloodline was gone.
The next moment, the minister's face was so dark that it was scary."…Who killed him?"”
"Minister, I've already sent the information over. You'll know when you see the information.”The voice from the other end was filled with shock.
Hearing this.
The minister was suspicious. There was something wrong with his tone.
Then, he turned on his computer and looked at the message.
Ten minutes later.
The minister and his wife sat silently in front of the computer.
The message contained everything about An Ziming, as well as another secret of An Ziming that the Ghost Control Bureau had yet to find out. It was a murder case from many years ago.
"The messenger of death personally sent the corpse. The time of death was not long…" The minister's wife covered her mouth with both hands, her pupils trembling.
She looked at the minister and had a guess in her mind.
As soon as she thought of this guess, confusion appeared in her eyes.
This speculation was also described in the report and noted.
The department head did not respond. His eyes flickered with shock, and his heart was in turmoil.
He had goosebumps all over his body.
"City god, good, help, so many people, help, so many, so many."”The minister held his head. An indescribable sorrow rose in his heart. He felt sorrow for Shing Wong and also pain for him.
Hearing her husband's words, tears welled up in her eyes.
She was right.
At this moment, the tears in her eyes grew even more. Just like her husband, she felt an indescribable sadness and anger towards An Ziming.
The minister was speechless. He looked at the window. Water droplets splashed on the glass, making a clear sound.
In the next moment, the water droplets on the glass increased. It was raining outside.
The weather was bad, and it started drizzling outside.
"Is it raining in Cang City too?”
The department head looked at the window and muttered after a long time
… Until his death, An Ziming still didn't understand how things had developed to this point. Why did he die? Tears of regret filled his eyes. He shouldn't have come here.
Looking at An Ziming…the
messengers of death were stunned on the spot, looking at the scene before them in disbelief.
Lord Shing Wong had really done it. He had personally killed his last generation of descendants. This also meant that the bloodline of Lord Shing Wong had been cut off in the world, and there was no longer any continuation.
An Yanyuan looked at An Ziming's corpse and closed his eyes.
He did not regret what he had done.
"Sir…" The messengers of death wanted to say something, but An Yanyuan waved his hand and interrupted them.
An Shiyuan waved his sleeve, and a piece of white paper materialized from mana appeared and flew into the hands of a messenger of death."All the evil things he has done are recorded clearly on it. Send him to the Ghost Control Bureau and let them deal with the poor children he has harmed. Also, tell their parents that the murderer has been executed.”
Listening to Daren's deep voice.
The messengers of death looked at each other, their expressions gloomy. They wanted to comfort Daren, but they didn't know what to do or say to help.
The ancients had always emphasized that there were three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest was to have no descendants. These eight words were enough to explain the importance the ancients placed on the inheritance of future generations.
Even in this modern era, the importance of passing on the inheritance of future generations might not be as high as in ancient times, but not many people dared to say that they did not value future generations. They might not think so when they were young, but as they grew up and experienced it, they would know how important it was to have future generations.
"Yes, sir.”The messenger of death said respectfully as he received the punishment paper.
He looked at An Ziming's corpse.
After a second of silence.
The messenger of death bowed to An Yuyuan seriously. He then carried An Ziming's corpse and walked out of the City God Temple. He turned into a black shadow and headed toward the Ghost Taming Bureau.
Hugging An Ziming's corpse, the messenger of death felt exceptionally heavy.
The cold look in his eyes, which had always been there when he was patrolling, was replaced by sadness and tears. His hands were trembling. This was the corpse of the last descendant of his lord, and the meaning behind it made him unable to control his emotions.
The other messengers of death looked at each other.
Just as they were about to speak, they were interrupted by An Yuanyuan's hoarse voice.
"You may leave. You must be tired from your tour.”
This voice was different from the gentle voice they had heard in the past. It was low and deep with fatigue.
Seeing this.
The messengers of death were silent. They looked at An Yuyuan and waved his hand. They bowed to An Yuyuan seriously and bowed 90 degrees. Without saying a word, they turned around and entered the underworld.
No amount of words could comfort them. They had chosen to let Daren be alone. They didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry for what happened just now. I know you guys were doing it for my own good.”
Just as they turned around, the tired voice sounded again.
The messengers of death trembled.
They looked at the figure behind them. The messengers of death did not say anything. They bowed deeply to An Yuyuan again with tears in their eyes.
"Milord is not wrong." they whispered.
Then, they bowed for the third time and left.
They didn't want to hear An Yuan say things like 'this is his fault.' From the beginning to the end, their master had never done anything wrong. He wasn't the one in the wrong. At the same time, they didn't want to say anything more about this matter and gave their master some quiet space.
An Yuanyuan stood rooted to the ground.
He looked at the place where An Ziming was originally lying. The next moment, he walked over and bent down to pick up the jade pendant.
He stroked the fish-shaped jade pendant.
This jade pendant was a jade pendant he had bought in the past. It was given to him by a rich man whom he had saved. He liked this jade pendant very much and had been wearing it all along. Later, when Ah Nu's birthday was approaching, he would spend time carefully repairing this jade pendant every day. On Ah Nu's birthday, he gave this jade pendant to Ah Nu. Later, Ah Nu gave it to Huan 'er as a gift for Huan' er when he was ten years old.
"I didn't expect it to spread to this era.”An Shiyuan rubbed it, his eyes blurred as he muttered softly.
He felt very tired and wanted to sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy.
An Yanyuan walked to the steps beside the incense burner in the temple.
He placed his hands on his knees and slowly sat down.
The wind blew, and it was as cold as water.
An Shiyuan lowered his head to look at the jade pendant, recalling everything in the past. His eyes became more and more blurred.
He raised his head and looked at the night sky. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There were not many stars, but the moon was very round. This seemed to be the reason why it was close to the fifteenth of August. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.
"Ah Nu…If she knew what happened tonight, she would probably scold me…" An Shiyuan looked at the bright moon hanging in the starry sky.
He thought of the past. Ah Nu was very protective of her children.
In the past, whenever he wanted to hit Huan 'er, Ah Nu would always protect him and act coquettishly. He would hit Huan' er's heart and hurt her heart. Every time he said this, An Shiyuan did not know how to say it. Therefore, whenever Huan 'er did something wrong, he would avoid Ah Nu and then teach the naughty Huan' er a lesson.
A Nu was a very traditional woman. She cared about An Yanyuan's descendants very much and regarded this matter as more important than her life. In the past, when she and An Yanyuan could not have children, she was unhappy. She felt that she had let An Yanyuan down and that An Yanyuan's descendants could not continue.
She was very concerned about these problems and was thinking for him.
In this regard, An Shiyuan comforted her. This wasn't just her problem, but she still felt that it was her own problem.
This was also why Ah Nu was very protective of Huan 'er. Firstly, it was because of her motherly love. Secondly, she only had one son. If he was beaten up and lost, what would happen if she did not give birth to him? Sometimes, she even advised An Yanyuan that if she could not give birth to him, he should marry another one. She could give up her main wife and make her a concubine. As long as she could give birth to a child, the An family would continue.
A Nu really cared about him and thought about his future generations.
"They will definitely scold me."
An Yuanyuan muttered to himself, confusion appearing in his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at the jade pendant in his hand. His shoulders twitched, and his voice trembled as he sobbed."Ah Nu, did I do something wrong? Should I not have been so cruel? You clearly care so much about my child…My descendants, but I…Ah Nu, did I do something wrong…"
He cried.
The tears in her eyes could not stop flowing.
Tears fell uncontrollably onto the jade pendant in his hands. His hands trembled, and the tears fell onto the jade pendant, turning into qi. They were the tears of the City God, condensed from incense.
The wind started to blow.
At this moment, the sound of the wind mixed with sobs could be heard in the temple.
On the steps, the figure sat there, his shoulders trembling. He looked so lonely.
The clay statue of An Yanyuan, which was worshiped by incense, had a smile on its face. It was simple and dignified…but at this moment, two lines of clear tears fell from the eyes of the clay statue. No one saw this.
Time
passed by slowly.
Cang City Ghost Rider Branch Building.
Tonight, the bureau building was as quiet as ever. Even at night, the lights were still bright.
Mr. Qian was the ghost controller in charge of the branch office. It was his turn to be on duty again today.
"Mr. Qian." Hu Huimei, the receptionist, looked at Mr. Qian, who was walking into the hall and twisting his body. She smiled and called out.
"Keimi, you're on duty today.”
When Mr. Qian heard this, he saw Hu Huimei sitting at the front desk.
"It's not mine, but Xiaoli said she had something to do today, so I came to replace her. Mr. Qian, do you want some milk tea?”
"Okay, thank you. By the way, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. Do you plan to go back?"
"Yes, the bureau gave us a break. Where's Mr. Qian?”
"I won't go back. My house is nearby. Haha, I can go back if I want to.”
"I almost forgot. Mr. Qian, you moved here half a month ago.”
The two of them had nothing to do and chatted.
Just as they were chatting, a black shadow drifted over from the outside of the Ghost Taming Branch building and quietly landed at the door.
After the black shadow stopped.
A black figure appeared. He was standing there with a person in his arms.
"Huh?!" Mr. Qian sensed the movement at the door and turned his head to look.
Instantly, his pupils constricted.
The figure of a messenger of death dressed in black official robes could be seen. He was hugging a person, and the black aura of ghosts and deities circulated around his body. The black aura lingered around his body, making him look mysterious and terrifying.
…Messenger of Death!
Mr. Qian's body trembled.
Hu Huimei saw Mr. Qian's actions and followed his gaze. She covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes flashing with horror.
As employees of the Ghost Control Bureau, everyone knew about malicious ghosts, especially the Shing Wong Temple and the messengers of death.
Cang City Branch was the only branch in the country where everyone knew about the Chenghuang Temple. This situation was naturally because the Chenghuang Temple was located in Cang City. The manager of the bureau often talked about the Chenghuang Temple and reminded the people in the bureau to pay more attention. They should not be shocked when they saw ghosts and gods. They should be polite when they saw ghosts and gods.
Hu Huimei was filled with curiosity about the messengers of death.
Who wasn't curious about immortals?
Hu Huimei had imagined the scene of her meeting the messenger of death. There were thousands of images, but none of them were like this.
"Why would the messenger of death appear in the Ghost Control Bureau? Who…is that person?!”
Hu Huimei noticed the person in the messenger of death's hands.
The scene at the entrance was captured by the surveillance room, and all the ghost controllers in the building were immediately notified.
In a flash, Sir Qian took big strides toward the door."Excuse me."”
Before he could speak, a ghostly voice sounded.
"I'll leave him to you guys."
the messenger of death said.
As he spoke, he placed An Ziming's body in Mr. Qian's hands.
Mr. Qian immediately took it. He looked at the corpse in his arms and was shocked. He did not understand what was going on. Why would the messenger of death personally send 'him'…Who was the deceased? He was actually sent over by the messenger of death.
The messengers of death rarely came into contact with the affairs of the Yang Realm. It was impossible to imagine what kind of person could make the messengers of death take the initiative to appear in the Ghost Taming Bureau!
"He is the last descendant of the City God Lord.”Just as Mister Qian was thinking, the messenger of death's cold voice entered his ears.
"What?!"
Mr. Qian was shocked and looked down at the corpse in his arms.
He felt the body in his hand was so heavy that he almost couldn't hold it.
Whoosh.
A piece of paper flew over and gently landed in Mr. Qian's hand."After looking at the paper, you will know why he died and why he died.”
This time, the cold voice of the ghost and god was a little different from before. It had a stifling tone.
Mr. Qian looked down at the paper.
This is…
His eyes widened.
On the paper, he wrote down the crimes carefully and described the information of the victims in detail.
"An Ziming…the last descendant of the City God. He's dead…A huge pile of evil information…was personally sent over by the messenger of death…" An unbelievable thought appeared in Mr. Qian's mind. When this information appeared, he could vaguely smell the faint scent of sandalwood on the paper in his hand. It was very pleasant.
Could it be!
Mr. Qian wanted to verify his thoughts and looked up at the messenger of death.
However, the messenger of death had disappeared.
"Don't be biased just because he's the descendant of Lord City God.”Mr. Qian heard a trembling voice.
In an instant, Mr. Qian's head buzzed. His thoughts had been verified.
Mr. Qian could not calm down for a long time.
"Mr. Qian, could it be that the Shing Wong personally…" Hu Huimei came to Mr. Qian's side and saw everything with her eyes. She couldn't believe it.
Hearing this.
Mr. Qian came back to his senses.
He looked at Hu Huimei."Quick, contact the headquarters and the department head!”
As he spoke, Mr. Qian felt the weight of the corpse in his hand.
It was so heavy that he, a B-class ghost controller, couldn't hold it.
…
Jing Fu City.
At the Minister's house.
The department head brewed a cup of coffee and sat in front of the computer, reading the report.
"Still not sleeping?" The minister's wife walked over and looked at her worried husband with heartache. She raised her hand to pinch the minister's shoulder and gave him a massage to relax.
"Sleep later. Wait for me to finish reading this.”
the minister said in a low voice.
He looked at the report in front of him and sighed.
He had actually finished reading the report a long time ago. In fact, he had read it more than ten times. When he said that he had finished reading it, he did not mean that he had finished reading it. Instead, he was thinking about the follow-up to the report.
The report was about An Ziming, the descendant of the Shing Wong. Ever since the Shing Wong descendant was found, everything about An Ziming had been dug up. The intelligence department took over the task, and the huge state machine was activated. Many things about An Ziming had been dug up in detail.
As they dug, some of An Ziming's secrets became difficult to hide. Everything about him was revealed by the intelligence department at all costs. They spent a terrifying amount of manpower and material resources to reveal it in the shortest time possible. Three hours ago, this report was sent over, and there was a bloody case written on it.
An Ziming was suspected to be related to the kidnapping and drowning of a little boy in the river.
This information made the minister's heart sink.
An Ziming's misdeeds are spotted.
Ring ring ~
At this moment, her phone rang.
"I'm Lu Nian…" The department head answered the phone.
"Minister, An Ziming is dead.”
The minister was shocked when he heard this from the other end of the phone.
"What happened?!" He immediately asked, his mind in a daze. The descendants of the Shing Wong were killed? Who killed him? Damn it…What was he planning to do? Throw everything into chaos?!
The minister instantly felt a chill run down his spine.
After finding out more about An Ziming, he knew what An Ziming represented. He was the last descendant of the City God. Now that he was dead, it meant that the City God's An family bloodline was gone.
The next moment, the minister's face was so dark that it was scary."…Who killed him?"”
"Minister, I've already sent the information over. You'll know when you see the information.”The voice from the other end was filled with shock.
Hearing this.
The minister was suspicious. There was something wrong with his tone.
Then, he turned on his computer and looked at the message.
Ten minutes later.
The minister and his wife sat silently in front of the computer.
The message contained everything about An Ziming, as well as another secret of An Ziming that the Ghost Control Bureau had yet to find out. It was a murder case from many years ago.
"The messenger of death personally sent the corpse. The time of death was not long…" The minister's wife covered her mouth with both hands, her pupils trembling.
She looked at the minister and had a guess in her mind.
As soon as she thought of this guess, confusion appeared in her eyes.
This speculation was also described in the report and noted.
The department head did not respond. His eyes flickered with shock, and his heart was in turmoil.
He had goosebumps all over his body.
"City god, good, help, so many people, help, so many, so many."”The minister held his head. An indescribable sorrow rose in his heart. He felt sorrow for Shing Wong and also pain for him.
Hearing her husband's words, tears welled up in her eyes.
She was right.
At this moment, the tears in her eyes grew even more. Just like her husband, she felt an indescribable sadness and anger towards An Ziming.
The minister was speechless. He looked at the window. Water droplets splashed on the glass, making a clear sound.
In the next moment, the water droplets on the glass increased. It was raining outside.
The weather was bad, and it started drizzling outside.
"Is it raining in Cang City too?”
The department head looked at the window and muttered after a long time
… Until his death, An Ziming still didn't understand how things had developed to this point. Why did he die? Tears of regret filled his eyes. He shouldn't have come here.
Looking at An Ziming…the
messengers of death were stunned on the spot, looking at the scene before them in disbelief.
Lord Shing Wong had really done it. He had personally killed his last generation of descendants. This also meant that the bloodline of Lord Shing Wong had been cut off in the world, and there was no longer any continuation.
An Yanyuan looked at An Ziming's corpse and closed his eyes.
He did not regret what he had done.
"Sir…" The messengers of death wanted to say something, but An Yanyuan waved his hand and interrupted them.
An Shiyuan waved his sleeve, and a piece of white paper materialized from mana appeared and flew into the hands of a messenger of death."All the evil things he has done are recorded clearly on it. Send him to the Ghost Control Bureau and let them deal with the poor children he has harmed. Also, tell their parents that the murderer has been executed.”
Listening to Daren's deep voice.
The messengers of death looked at each other, their expressions gloomy. They wanted to comfort Daren, but they didn't know what to do or say to help.
The ancients had always emphasized that there were three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest was to have no descendants. These eight words were enough to explain the importance the ancients placed on the inheritance of future generations.
Even in this modern era, the importance of passing on the inheritance of future generations might not be as high as in ancient times, but not many people dared to say that they did not value future generations. They might not think so when they were young, but as they grew up and experienced it, they would know how important it was to have future generations.
"Yes, sir.”The messenger of death said respectfully as he received the punishment paper.
He looked at An Ziming's corpse.
After a second of silence.
The messenger of death bowed to An Yuyuan seriously. He then carried An Ziming's corpse and walked out of the City God Temple. He turned into a black shadow and headed toward the Ghost Taming Bureau.
Hugging An Ziming's corpse, the messenger of death felt exceptionally heavy.
The cold look in his eyes, which had always been there when he was patrolling, was replaced by sadness and tears. His hands were trembling. This was the corpse of the last descendant of his lord, and the meaning behind it made him unable to control his emotions.
The other messengers of death looked at each other.
Just as they were about to speak, they were interrupted by An Yuanyuan's hoarse voice.
"You may leave. You must be tired from your tour.”
This voice was different from the gentle voice they had heard in the past. It was low and deep with fatigue.
Seeing this.
The messengers of death were silent. They looked at An Yuyuan and waved his hand. They bowed to An Yuyuan seriously and bowed 90 degrees. Without saying a word, they turned around and entered the underworld.
No amount of words could comfort them. They had chosen to let Daren be alone. They didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry for what happened just now. I know you guys were doing it for my own good.”
Just as they turned around, the tired voice sounded again.
The messengers of death trembled.
They looked at the figure behind them. The messengers of death did not say anything. They bowed deeply to An Yuyuan again with tears in their eyes.
"Milord is not wrong." they whispered.
Then, they bowed for the third time and left.
They didn't want to hear An Yuan say things like 'this is his fault.' From the beginning to the end, their master had never done anything wrong. He wasn't the one in the wrong. At the same time, they didn't want to say anything more about this matter and gave their master some quiet space.
An Yuanyuan stood rooted to the ground.
He looked at the place where An Ziming was originally lying. The next moment, he walked over and bent down to pick up the jade pendant.
He stroked the fish-shaped jade pendant.
This jade pendant was a jade pendant he had bought in the past. It was given to him by a rich man whom he had saved. He liked this jade pendant very much and had been wearing it all along. Later, when Ah Nu's birthday was approaching, he would spend time carefully repairing this jade pendant every day. On Ah Nu's birthday, he gave this jade pendant to Ah Nu. Later, Ah Nu gave it to Huan 'er as a gift for Huan' er when he was ten years old.
"I didn't expect it to spread to this era.”An Shiyuan rubbed it, his eyes blurred as he muttered softly.
He felt very tired and wanted to sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy.
An Yanyuan walked to the steps beside the incense burner in the temple.
He placed his hands on his knees and slowly sat down.
The wind blew, and it was as cold as water.
An Shiyuan lowered his head to look at the jade pendant, recalling everything in the past. His eyes became more and more blurred.
He raised his head and looked at the night sky. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There were not many stars, but the moon was very round. This seemed to be the reason why it was close to the fifteenth of August. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.
"Ah Nu…If she knew what happened tonight, she would probably scold me…" An Shiyuan looked at the bright moon hanging in the starry sky.
He thought of the past. Ah Nu was very protective of her children.
In the past, whenever he wanted to hit Huan 'er, Ah Nu would always protect him and act coquettishly. He would hit Huan' er's heart and hurt her heart. Every time he said this, An Shiyuan did not know how to say it. Therefore, whenever Huan 'er did something wrong, he would avoid Ah Nu and then teach the naughty Huan' er a lesson.
A Nu was a very traditional woman. She cared about An Yanyuan's descendants very much and regarded this matter as more important than her life. In the past, when she and An Yanyuan could not have children, she was unhappy. She felt that she had let An Yanyuan down and that An Yanyuan's descendants could not continue.
She was very concerned about these problems and was thinking for him.
In this regard, An Shiyuan comforted her. This wasn't just her problem, but she still felt that it was her own problem.
This was also why Ah Nu was very protective of Huan 'er. Firstly, it was because of her motherly love. Secondly, she only had one son. If he was beaten up and lost, what would happen if she did not give birth to him? Sometimes, she even advised An Yanyuan that if she could not give birth to him, he should marry another one. She could give up her main wife and make her a concubine. As long as she could give birth to a child, the An family would continue.
A Nu really cared about him and thought about his future generations.
"They will definitely scold me."
An Yuanyuan muttered to himself, confusion appearing in his eyes.
He lowered his
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