You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 234: Solving the strange frenzy on Qingshan, but giving the credit to others

At the edge of Humen City stands a solitary peak called Qingshan.

Although its name contains the word "qing", it seems like a ruthless mockery of nature's past prosperity.

Because at this moment, it has long lost its former greenness and vitality, and is covered with a layer of dead gray-brown coat.

This mountain was once a shining pearl on the edge of the city, evergreen and lush with trees, and the forest paths echoed with laughter.

It is the first choice for countless families to go out on weekends and share family happiness.

In spring, wild flowers are in full bloom.

In summer, the green shade blocks out the sun.

When the autumn wind blows, the forest turns into a sea of ​​colors.

After the winter snow, everything is covered in silver.

However, a sudden wave of evil spirits appeared, like a dark cloud covering the sun.
In an instant, this paradise was shrouded in endless darkness and terror.

That day, the sun was still bright, but it could not shine into the depths of the green mountains.

The evil spirits surged out like a tide, destroying all life wherever they passed.

Those figures who once laughed and ran on this land were swallowed up into nothingness without exception, leaving only deathly silence and despair.

When the frenzy was finally suppressed by a powerful force, the evil spirits were driven out one by one.
Although the mountains have returned to peace, they can never regain their former appearance.

The newly born plants are no longer a vibrant green, but a sickly gray-brown color. They grow in a twisted manner, with branches as hard as iron and vines as winding as a thread, but none of them can stand straight.

These plants have lost their vitality, leaving only the desolation and sadness of death, which is daunting.

When you step into the green mountains, even on a hot summer day, you can feel an unusual chill that is biting.

At the foot of the mountain, the cool breeze blows on your face, forming a sharp contrast with the high temperature outside, as if they were two completely different worlds.

The ground on both sides of the mountain road was as hard as stone. Every step made people feel cold and the feeling of the ground was hard.

It is more like a warning from nature to invaders, reminding people that this place is no longer the paradise it once was.

It was quiet all around, with only the occasional sound of wind echoing in the empty valley, adding a bit of eeriness and weirdness.

Looking up at the top of the mountain, I saw clouds and mist, looming in the distance.

Chu He's spiritual power surged out like a tide.

In a blink of an eye, the entire green mountain was covered.

Chu He also understood that the reason why this mountain became like this was because
This is because the entire mountain still retains a strange power that has not been expelled, and this strange power has merged with the entire green mountain.

If these strange forces are completely eliminated, this mountain will become a dead mountain.
Even the twisted gray-brown plants could not grow.

I think the people who were responsible for cleaning up Qingshan back then also noticed this.
Finally, the decision was made to leave Qingshan in this bizarre appearance.

Even so, there are no tourists on the mountain.

What happened in Qingshan at that time shocked the entire Great Xia Empire and left a deep shadow on the local residents.

Even though it is safe now, they dare not set foot here.
There are even local folk tales that every night, many cries can be heard from this mountain.

There were cries from men and women, old and young.
This is all due to the resentment and lingering souls of those who died in the evil spirit frenzy.

With such rumors spreading, no one dared to come.

Under the guidance of Gao Licheng, they soon arrived at a cemetery.

The main entrance of this cemetery.

There is an old plaque hanging there, with the four big characters "Qingshan Cemetery" written on it.

Before entering, you can see numerous tombstones arranged neatly and orderly, with small mounds of earth scattered around.

But there were no weeds on the mound.
It is obvious that someone has been taking good care of the cemetery to maintain its current appearance.

At the entrance to the cemetery, there is a small wooden house.

There is a clothesline at the door of the wooden house, with clothes hanging on it.

Obviously someone lives here. This must be the gravekeeper that Gao Licheng mentioned.

Perhaps he heard a noise coming from the door.
The wooden door of the wooden house was pushed open from the inside with a creaky sound.

A well-proportioned middle-aged man walked out. He was wearing a black shirt, black pants, and black cloth shoes. His hair was neat and tidy, not a single hair out of place.

He has a plain face and a slightly thin figure.

"Gao Licheng?"

The middle-aged man was stunned when he saw Gao Licheng. He obviously recognized her, but he did not expect Gao Licheng to come here.

"You took over?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and said, "I can feel the old man's aura on you."

"The old man died and passed on the paper-making skills to me," Gao Licheng replied.

"So that's it."

The middle-aged man nodded, his expression showing no surprise or emotion.

As if it was just a trivial matter.

But it's no wonder. The middle-aged man has been guarding this cemetery for many years, accompanying these tombstones every day.
Human emotions have long faded away in this absurdity and weirdness.

Even if one had rich and full human emotions, it would be difficult to stay in this Qingshan cemetery day after day.

"Then what are you doing here this time?" asked the middle-aged man.

"I came here to bring them here. We formed a folklore team, and this is the leader of the folklore team."

Having said that, Gao Licheng pointed at Chuhe.

"Who are you? What do you do?"

The middle-aged man didn't even understand what Gao Licheng was saying.

"My name is Chu He, and I invite you to join the folk team." Chu He said concisely.

"Not interested." The middle-aged man shook his head and refused on the spot.

“The purpose of the folklore team is to protect the flame of humanity.

You should know that the situation outside is getting worse.

Under the nest, how can there be a complete egg?
Back then, you chose to resolve the strange frenzy on Qingshan, but you gave the credit to someone else.

This is enough to prove that you are not as ruthless and indifferent as you appear.

I am not blackmailing you morally.

If the evil spirits destroy human civilization, the things you protect will eventually become food in the stomachs of the evil spirits. "

Chu He looked directly at the middle-aged man and said.

Hearing this, Gao Licheng looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. He never expected that it was he who solved the strange storm on Qingshan Mountain that year.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his expression finally changed.

He stared at Chu He, his eyes filled with all kinds of complicated emotions.
He even showed some intention to put Chu He to death.

"You can try it." Chu He said calmly.

Then, he raised his leg and stomped hard on the ground.

There was only a slight click.
An indescribable force seemed to surge up from beneath the ground.

The feeling of shaking surged up, as if the entire Qingshan Mountain was hit by a huge and violent earthquake.

"stop!"

The middle-aged man's eyes opened wide, almost cracking, and he roared angrily.

Gao Licheng was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that Chu He would directly fight with the gravekeeper after his arrival.

But what exactly did Chu He mean by what he just said?

In Gao Licheng's impression, gravekeepers are always alone, even lonelier than that old man.

He actually had something to protect.

(End of this chapter)