Chapter 285 The rain stopped and people left

The corpse that just appeared was none other than the body of the Wheel-Turning King Hong Liuping, who had been beheaded by Zhang Xianguang with a single sword. However, no one knew at some point the head had been put back together by him.

Several bridges suddenly appeared strangely on the lake surface where blood waves were flying everywhere. The ghosts that escaped from the ghost lake all walked uncontrollably onto one of the bridges and then walked towards the other end of the bridge.

For a moment, this ghost didn't seem to be here to cause trouble, but more like it was here to help Cao Yang deal with the evil spirit.

"Interesting, but I still can't let a ghost like you wander around outside. Otherwise, if a supernatural incident occurs, I will have to clean up the mess."

Having said that, Cao Yang did not use the blood lake to suppress Hong Liuping immediately, but waited until it led all the evil ghosts to the ghost bridge, and then rolled up half of the blood lake, completely submerging the ghosts and Hong Liuping.

"Whoosh-"

The ghost slaves in the blood lake passed the wooden tablet to each other and handed it to Cao Yang. Two dry and skinny hands were tightly clenching the tablet, and they did not let go even after being soaked in the blood lake.

"The ghost bridge and ghost cave, the reception of evil spirits, and the law of inevitable death, and that robe, it seems to be a supernatural item with good effects."

Cao Yang looked at the ghost soaked in the blood lake with satisfaction. Although it had lost its hands and wooden scepter, it did not seem to have significantly reduced its terrifying level.

At least among the many evil ghosts that escaped from the Ghost Lake, the Wheel King is definitely one of the most terrifying.

"These ghosts are enough for the headquarters to train a new batch of city leaders. Future national wars are inevitable, and the captains will definitely suffer varying degrees of casualties. By then, it may not only be the backup captains, but ordinary city leaders may also be forced to take over."

Cao Yang clearly remembered that the kings in the original novel were ruthless and cruel, and killing a group of city leaders was nothing to them.

In Dajing City, an old man named Qin Guang had left the haunted house on the outskirts of the city at some point in time. The three tombstones on the second floor of the house became empty again, and the words on them had completely disappeared.

Not only the handwriting, but even the smelly grave soil that was originally piled here had disappeared. The entire second floor was clean and tidy, without a speck of dust, except for the three black wooden coffins still lying there quietly.

On the first floor, on the red lacquered wooden eight-immortals table, the last golden hourglass had almost run out, with the last half of the sand remaining flowing steadily and evenly.

At the end of a street in Dajing City, an old man with a cane was walking on the road in the heavy rain, but strangely, not a drop of rain fell on him, and even his shoes and trouser legs were still clean.

"Dang——!"

"Dang——!"

The strangely shaped wooden cane in the old man's hand tapped the ground step by step, making a dull and suppressed sound, as if it was hitting people's hearts hard every time, making it hard to breathe.

"Old man, why don't you hold an umbrella in such heavy rain? Don't get yourself wet."

At this time, a kind passerby walked over quickly with an umbrella and asked with concern.

"Haha, it's okay. I'm already half buried in the ground anyway, so a little rain won't be a problem."

Old Qin smiled, and the wrinkles on his old face folded together, almost blocking his eyes.

"Look at what you said. No matter how strong your body is, it can't withstand this. Where do you live? I'll take you back. It's too dangerous for an old man like you in this rainstorm."

Although passers-by were surprised that Mr. Qin was not wet by the rain, the conscience and kindness in his heart instinctively guided him to do so.

"It's okay, the rain will stop soon."

As he spoke, Mr. Qin took a step forward, and was about to walk out of the umbrella's cover. The passerby became anxious and hurriedly followed him with his umbrella raised.

"Boom--!"

The crutch, which looked rotten and fragile, slammed heavily on the ground. This time the sound was unusually dull. The passerby suddenly felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his heart, and he suddenly started coughing violently.

However, at this moment, the heavy dark clouds that had covered Dajing City for three days suddenly dissipated, the rainstorm subsided, and the sun, which had not been seen for a long time, reappeared in people's sight. A colorful rainbow bridge was hung in the sky not far away, attracting many passers-by to stop and take pictures.

"Oh my goodness, old man, you have a magical tongue. One moment you said the rain was going to stop, and the next second a rainbow appeared."

The passerby said in surprise, but when he turned his head again, the octogenarian was no longer beside him, and everything that had just happened seemed to be just an illusion.

He was just about to rub his eyes when he found that the chest tightness he had just felt had completely disappeared. His physical condition was surprisingly good, so much so that he felt he could even run a marathon.

At the headquarters, Old Qin’s figure instantly appeared in a hall.

Soon, a gentle and refined man walked over quickly, holding a phone in his hand and muttering something quickly.

"Minister Cao, Mr. Qin is here."

"I understand, I'll go there now."

Cao Yanhua's somewhat anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Qin, please take a seat first. Minister Cao will be here soon."

"Ah."

Old Qin snorted lightly and sat casually on the chair next to him. His face looked a little unnatural, his eyes were a little vague, and he seemed very tired.

About three or four minutes later, Cao Yanhua came rushing over.

"coming."

At this time, Old Qin, who was originally taking a nap, opened his eyes. His eyes were a little cloudy, and his eyeballs and whites were even mixed together, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Hey, Mr. Qin, please tell me."

Cao Yanhua half-knelt down, trying to get as close as possible to the old man who had always been like a stabilizing force suppressing the entire headquarters.

"I am too old. I don't know when I will die."

Old Qin's voice was intermittent and sounded very weak.

Cao Yanhua didn't know how to respond at this time and could only listen silently.

"Prepare a golden statue and lock me in it. There's no need to hide it. Just put it out in the open."

While speaking, Old Qin could no longer open his eyes, and it was only instinct that kept him talking.

"I understand."

Cao Yanhua's expression was particularly solemn. At least in Shen Liang's impression, even in the incidents of starving ghosts and the ghost messenger at the training base, this usually steady deputy minister had always been able to carry out command and deployment in an orderly manner. This kind of inappropriate and trance-like expression was the first time he had seen it.

"When Xiao Cao comes back one day, ask him to go to my room. There is what he wants."

Cao Yanhua was stunned at first, but he quickly reacted.

This "Little Cao" was not referring to himself, but his nephew Cao Yang. After all, Qin Lao had had several contacts with Cao Yang a long time ago. Now it seemed that Cao Yang seemed to have left a good impression on him. At least Qin Lao could still think of him even though he was not so clear-headed.

"Don't worry, I'll tell him."

(End of this chapter)