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Trembling, Lao Ji took out a cheap cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Slowly exhaled two mouthfuls of white smoke.

Looking at Su Che: "It's even rarer that you still remember to come here to see these nameless ghosts."

This Jing'an Mausoleum Cemetery, in fact, does not have much incense.

Because no one knows that their relatives are lying here, even if they know, there are so many wordless tombstones, and they don't know which one is their relatives.

Including Lao Ji, who has been a tomb keeper here for so many years. Even today, he doesn't know which one belongs to his son, so he can only silently guard all the tombs here.

Su Che sighed.

"They're not nameless ghosts."

"One day, the tombstones here will be able to honorably write their names!"

"When the task is completed and their identities can be made public, all honor and glory will be returned to them."

In Lao Ji's muddy eyes, a touch of paleness flashed: "I will, I will wait until this day."

On the ground, the snow is very thick.

Wearing military boots, Su Che stepped on the snow, nodded to Lao Ji, and then walked into the Jing'an Mausoleum Cemetery.

The creaking sound of the feet stepping on the snow, blended with the sound of the wind, and gradually disappeared.

Su Che knew which unwritten tombstone was Ning Changqiang.

He walked over.

Unscrewed a bottle of wine.

"Old Ning, I'm here to see you."

"Last night, I dreamed of you."

"I told myself that when there is heavy snowfall on this land again, I will come back and find out all the ghosts behind that one by one! I will avenge you and the other eight brothers!"

"Today, I'll drink two glasses with you. After these few glasses of wine, my action will begin."

"Old Ning, can you hear my voice under your nine springs? Brother Su Che, I am here to promise you today that before the spring is warm and the flowers bloom, write your name on this tombstone! Write your dignified Ning Changqiang three!" A word!!"

"Wow..."

With that said, Su Che poured a large glass of white wine on the ground with his backhand.

The snow on the ground then melted a little.

"Huhuhu..."

The north wind howled, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

Snowflakes all over the sky rose from the ground, flying wildly.

Su Che filled the wine glass again.

After taking care of the weeds and snow around the tombstone, he sat down casually and poured himself a glass.

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, hot and sour in his throat.

Immediately, a warm stream of heat went down from the throat, and immediately turned into a hot stream that rushed straight to the top of the head.

Su Che said to himself: "You must know who is the person who harmed us behind the scenes? Lao Ning, you have a spirit in heaven, it's best to give me some guidance! Otherwise, they will definitely be like bastards. Squeeze your own head into your stomach so hard that I can't find it, I can't find it!"

"They are too bad and powerful. After you died, Xiaoyue'er, Louzi, Xiaowen, and Shishi all died in the laboratory... You guys have met each other under the Nine Springs. Isn’t it? You guys are really uninteresting, you guys went down to drink and eat meat, and you all got together, and this mess was left to me, it’s uninteresting, Lao Ning, haha..."

While talking, Su Che laughed, picked up his wine glass, and touched Lao Ning's tombstone without words: "However, the living must do something! This burden, I am the captain It's reasonable to carry it up!"

"You brothers, if you have spirits, from tomorrow onwards, we will fight side by side!"

After speaking, Su Che stood up.

Pour the remaining wine in the wine bottle into a circle towards southeast, northwest and all directions!

"Brothers, Xiaoyue'er, Shishi, Louzi, Xiaowen, Zhang Yang, you are in the sky, keep your eyes wide open! Watch me avenge you, watch me make you shine!!"

"Snapped!"

After a bottle of wine was poured.

With a flash of profound energy in Su Che's hand, the wine bottle turned into powder and scattered with the wind!

Then, Su Che walked out of the Jing'an Cemetery by stepping on the snow again.

"Lao Ji, let's go!" Su Che waved his hand!

Lao Ji, the gatekeeper, threw Su Che a cigarette: "Smoke one! I didn't give it to you when I went in just now, but I can smoke it when I come out."

Su Che grinned: "Success!"

He takes the cigarette.

Lao Ji laughed and coughed violently.

Su Che heard the abnormal coughing sound, and frowned subconsciously: "Lao Ji, cut down on smoking, it's not good for your health."

"Harmful……"

Lao Ji smiled and shook his head: "I'm alone now, homeless and jobless, so what should I do if I live to be a hundred years old! If you live a day, just stay here for a day. If you die one day, you will be reunited with your family. Death is fine for me."

Su Che thought for a while, and took out a body training pill from his pocket: "Eat some candy."

"What kind of candy is this? The color is quite right?" Lao Ji asked with a smile.

"Talk about plum sugar." Su Che said casually.

"Okay, I'll try it!"

Like eating peanuts, Lao Ji ate the Exercise Pill in a cool and unrestrained manner.

Afterwards, he was full of praise: "Yeah! The taste is good, better than peanut beans, haha..."

Su Che also laughed heartily.

After chatting with Lao Ji for a long time, Su Che looked at the time and stood up: "Old Ji, it's almost time, I should go too."

"go Go……"

Lao Ji waved his hand, turned his head and went back to his own business, neither happy nor sad when he came.

It can be seen that since the death of his son and the death of his wife, Lao Ji's heart has died. Even if he is still alive, he has no soul anymore. It is an acceptable path, everything is acceptable.

Su Che didn't know whether this attitude was right or wrong.

It's just that he thought to himself, the current Lao Ji, I'm afraid there is nothing in this world that can make him happier, and there is nothing that can make him sadder... Is Lao Ji doing well?Not good, over fifty years old alone, alone, helpless, in both eyes, full of sadness, is it miserable, it is not miserable, the wife's coffin is in the house, the child's tombstone is outside, with the family, again won't separate...

Before leaving, I still reminded Lao Ji: "Old Ji, the living must do something to comfort the dead and live well. At least they don't want to see you like this, what do you think?"

"Whoever abandons me, don't let the day of yesterday stay, and whoever messes with my heart, today is so worrying..."

Lao Ji waved his hand: "Go and get busy..."

"Okay, then I'm leaving, Lao Ji, take care."

Su Che didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

at this time!Su Che inadvertently...

Outside the snow-covered fence.

A little girl in a shabby padded jacket was holding on to the iron fence of the cemetery with both hands, looking inside eagerly, without taking her eyes off, as if there was no one else around.

He looked about four or five years old, his two little faces were flushed from the cold, and he was still staring at the wordless tombstones in the mausoleum...

At first, Su Che didn't care about it, but he saw that there were no adults around. The half-foot-thick snow made it difficult for a four or five-year-old girl to walk. The snow had already reached her calf. How dangerous it was ah.

"Little girl?"

Su Che hurried over: "Where are your family members?"

The little girl was still staring at the direction of the cemetery, and it took a long time before she said, "It's inside."

"Inside?" Su Che was puzzled. Few people came to worship in this Jing'an Mausoleum. Moreover, he just came out of it, and there were no other people inside. Where would her family be?

Su Che walked over, took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck: "Is your family around here? Who is it from you?"

"It's my father, lying inside." The little girl touched the warm scarf: "Uncle, thank you!"

"Lie... lie down?"

Su Che's heart skipped a beat, he probably realized something: "You came here alone to find your father? What's your name?"

"Uncle, my name is Ning Xiaoguo..."

"Ning... Xiaoguo?" Su Che's pupils shrank suddenly: "What's your father's name?"