Chapter 279 Qin Lao Diary

In Dajing City, the weather is quite bad today. It is not summer yet, but it is raining heavily. The sky is dark and gloomy, and thick dark clouds cover the whole city, as if a bigger thunderstorm is brewing.

In a room of the headquarters, although it was raining heavily outside, the windows of this room were open. But strangely, no rain poured in from outside. Only the somewhat shabby wooden window was flapping in the strong wind, making a "creaking" sound, which made people feel even more irritated.

"Dong dong dong~!"

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door, but the room was empty and no one responded or opened the door for him.

"Dong dong dong~!"

The person outside the door did not seem to give up and knocked on the door again, while cautiously shouting:
"Mr. Qin, are you in the room?"

Still no response.

This time, the person outside the door seemed to give up and turned away.

However, not long after that person left, a shadow suddenly appeared in the originally silent and empty room. It looked like an old man, very old, leaning on a cane in his hand and wearing an old gray coat.

The old man held a notebook in his other hand. The material was very old, and the cover was a little mottled, wrinkled, and even faded. There were two words written on the cover, but the second word was so blurred that it was hard to see clearly. One could only barely make out the first word, which should be "Qin".

Obviously, the owner of this notebook is surnamed Qin, and he is most likely the old man Qin that the man was looking for just now, and also the owner of this room.

The old man's figure was transparent, as if he did not exist in reality at all, but he walked unsteadily and placed the old notebook on the table in the room.

The strange thing is that the notebook clearly does not exist in reality, but it really appears in the room, and the strong wind even blows the notebook open.

"Shhh-"

The rough and old notebook was blown open by the strong wind, revealing some densely written words on the straw paper:

"On August 016, 8, a young man got some information about me from somewhere and said he wanted to hold a 17th birthday party for me. His words were full of flattery and fawning. I hate this kind of people the most in my life, so I rejected him directly."

"Later, I saw his future. Haha, he was just a young man who couldn't even be called a paperhanger. He was not down-to-earth and only wanted to get something from me and wanted to get rich overnight."

"In September 016, the young man still didn't give up. He was still pestering me, trying to get benefits from me. He knew that even some of the garbage I didn't want would be extremely valuable spiritual items if left out."

"On June 018, 6, he appeared. Everything will kick off on this day, and a new cycle will begin."

"In August 018, he died."

"On June 018, 6, he appeared again, but this time he still could not escape the fate of failure. He would die in front of that mirror."

"..."

It turned out to be a diary, but the time recorded on it was very confusing, and the old man seemed mentally unsound.

"Shuashua——!"

Another strong and rapid gust of wind blew into the room from the window. The notebook seemed to be fixed to the table. Except for a few pages being flipped back, it did not move at all.

"On November 018, 11, as expected, he failed again and died in Dajing City, as the ghost in the coffin."

"On December 018, 12, that young man went to investigate the house where I used to live and carved his name on the stone door. Haha, ignorance is fearless, let's follow him and do it again."

"June 018, 6. This is already my fifth reincarnation. I am too old and my body can no longer sustain it. Even that person is gone. Fortunately, he succeeded this time. From now on, he will have to hold up this desperate world by himself."

Like the previous diaries, the contents of these pages are also chaotic in time, but the amount of information revealed is huge. It's a pity that no one can see it.

Dajing City, a haunted house on the outskirts of the city. This is a two-story old house from the Republic of China, built with blue bricks. The wood supporting the tiles on the top has rotted and collapsed, and a large area is covered with weeds and moss.

The walls of the house are densely covered with a layer of ivy with thick and lush leaves that are growing very well. However, because no one has lived there for a long time, the surrounding desolation and dilapidated appearance adds a bit of eeriness to this old house.

In today's bad and gloomy weather, in the heavy rain, this haunted house looks like a super-large tomb from a distance, and no one knows what large creature is buried underneath.

However, on the second floor of the haunted house, there was a thick layer of grave soil, emitting a lingering strong stench. On the grave soil were three black coffins, but they were just ordinary coffins, not the ghost coffins placed in the coffin shop.

There is a blank tombstone in front of each coffin. The blue-gray tombstone is engraved with the name of the tomb owner. However, the three names have become mottled due to erosion by wind and rain and are completely unrecognizable.

At this time, the figure of the old man who had appeared in the headquarters room before appeared out of thin air in the room on the second floor of the haunted house. He was seen leaning on a cane and walking slowly towards the tombstones.

"Ugh--"

"What joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death. Maybe this time, you and I will be truly liberated."

The old man sighed deeply, and his figure became completely solid in an instant.

He stretched out a skinny, shriveled hand, the back of which was covered with wrinkles and age spots.

The old man gently stroked the tombstone on the far right. Strangely, as he stroked it, the words on the tombstone became clearer, as if he had returned to the day when the name was first engraved.

"Yang..."

"Yang Jian!"

Yes.

The name engraved on the tombstone on the far right is Yang Jian, the True Lord Erlang in domestic mythology, who is also known as the True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao.

"You don't have to walk the road ahead alone. After four lifetimes of trials and tribulations, that young man has become a very good person. He doesn't need to rely on me. He can live until the day you appear and face this evil world with you."

The old man talked to himself in a very soft voice, which made people doubt whether he would die at any time.

However, the old man himself is very clear about his own condition.

He stood up and walked towards the tombstone in the middle. It was his own. The name engraved on it was:
"Qin Guang."

Qin Guang, that is the title of King Qin Guang in the underworld.

The old man has been an alien since he was born. Of course, only a ghost could give birth to such a freak like him. It is simply impossible for a living person's body to withstand this level of spiritual erosion.

As for the name Qin Guang, he gave it to himself. He hoped that one day he could wipe out all the evil spirits in the world and bring peace to the world.

Unfortunately, he was full of vigor and vitality when he was young, but the moment he learned the truth, his hair turned white in an instant.

Qin Guang did not stop in front of his own tombstone, but walked straight to the last tombstone. No matter how he rubbed the name on it, it could not be fully and clearly revealed, as if some supernatural influence was affecting it.

"You are the one who feels the most wronged. You have endured so much by yourself, but in the end you can't even leave a tombstone with your name on it."

"Mr. Zhang will live forever."

There was a glimmer in the old man's cloudy eyes, and he seemed a little excited.

“They will remember you.”

(End of this chapter)