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Chapter 124 The death of Wensheng, the ghost of tuberculosis

Blood rained down, and all spirits wept.

All kinds of visions made the group of people who had not really set foot in Jinling City feel hazy in their hearts.

Let's just say, this rain of bright red blood and the screams of the surrounding beasts will not cause any harm to humans.

But the invisible atmosphere of suppressing grief made it difficult for everyone to catch their breath.

A line of chariots and horses speeded up.

Zhao Rusong, the state inspector, made no effort to hide the anxiety on his face.

For some reason, he felt flustered.

There was nothing to say along the way, originally it took five hours to get the journey, but under the haste, it took three hours.

The ancient and majestic city gate has not yet stepped in.

Then I heard the mighty bells ringing again and again in the city, resounding through the four nights.

After hearing this, Yang Qingfeng and Zhao Rusong's heart skipped a beat, their expressions tensed.

Yu Chen didn't know why, so he heard the chief guard tell him in a low voice that the three long and two short bells were mourning bells.

It will only ring if some important person has passed away in Da Xia.

In the entire Jinling City, except for Nazhou Mu, there was only one person who was worthy enough to ring the mourning bell.

Once one of the Lords of the Three Mountains, the Dean of Jixia Academy, and one of the Three Great Sages of the Great Xia, the Sage of Literature!
After hearing this, Yu Chen swallowed.

Suddenly looking at the head of the guard, he asked, "May I ask if the painted Chinese saint that appeared at the Weishui State tour meeting is the original appearance of Wensheng?"

The head guard was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded.

Yu Chen lowered his head and remained silent.

But from the corner of his eye, he still glanced at the city wall.

Among the guards standing guard as meticulously as green pines, there was a figure, wearing a thin long gown, holding a jug in his left hand, and a folding fan in his right hand, singing loudly in this icy and snowy world!

Like a song like a poem, like music like playing.

Its voice is old, cadenced, full of heroism!
However, those city guards turned a blind eye to such a weird person wandering around the city wall, as if they couldn't see it at all!
What's more terrible is that the figure with white hair and thin face is exactly the same as that of the literary saint in the painting that Zhao Rusong took out back then!
For a moment, Yu Chen only felt his scalp explode!

——Zhao Rusong and Yang Qingfeng may just be guessing, but at this moment, he can basically be sure.

The Great Xia literary sage who was known as "a stroke of wind and rain, and a shock to ghosts and gods" is dead!
A team of chariots and horses hurried into the city after checking their identity cards.

Once inside, the city is full of wind and rain!
On the wide avenue where eight riders rode side by side, common people and merchants, from three religions and nine streams, all rushed towards the center of the city. Some even tied plain onyx on their arms in advance, with sad faces.

Zhao Rusong didn't care too much, jumped out of the car and stopped a commoner casually, asking him what happened.

The other party was not very impatient at first, but when he saw that it was the official, he immediately became more respectful, and said that last night, Wen Sheng, an old man, died!

At that time, Zhao Rusong felt dizzy and couldn't stand upright!

In the end, Yang Qingfeng walked towards the center of the city with his support.

As for the original job of taking Yu Chen to the Register and Household Division and the Zhonggu Division to arrange errands, it was also handed over to the chief guard.

He only handed over the written recommendation letter to Yu Chen, and left in a hurry.

For this kind of thing, Yu Chen also expressed his understanding, followed by the chief guard and left.

The latter's face at this moment is not very good-looking either.

Along the way, I was rambling on, saying why Wen Sheng was such a great person, why did he die suddenly?

Yu Chen didn't speak.

Just looking back from time to time.

——The ghost of the old literary saint who drank and composed poetry on the city wall is following them!
Hearing the chief guard praise him, he still laughed.

Yu Chen, who could clearly see this scene, felt that the atmosphere was a little weird...

The yamen of the state capital are all in the east of the city.

The chief guard took Yu Chen to the Registry Department first, and got an identity badge - Yu Chen, who was a criminal before, didn't have this thing that represented his identity as a citizen of the dynasty.

With the head of the guard leading the way, nothing happened along the way, and those portly officials did things cleanly and quickly.

Then, I went to the Bell and Drum Division—the State Bell and Drum Division under the Ministry of Rites, one of the six ministries of the imperial court. It was in charge of etiquette, sacrifices, and funerals.

There was a letter of recommendation from Zhao Rusong, the patrol envoy of the Inspection Division, and the Zhonggu Division was also very efficient in handling matters, so they registered it for Yu Chen without saying a word, and arranged to go to the Wanjia Mausoleum in Naming Mountain to visit the grave, and gave it back to Yu Chen. Chen has a set of official uniforms.

——Different from Weishui's fake grave watchers, the tomb guards in Jinling Prefecture are considered to be in the establishment. Although they have no official rank, they are still officials. Lost half of his skull.

The only small episode is probably that Zhao Rusong originally arranged for the tomb guard of the Wanjia Tomb in Mingshan, and there was an official tomb guard on top.

He probably meant to ask Yu Chen to work with the tomb guard for a period of time, and then promote him after he is familiar with the rules and affairs.

But the officials of the Bell and Drum Division told Yu Chen and the head of the guard that Qu Dongchuan, the guardian of the tomb, had been ill for the past two days and had gone home to recuperate.

So during this period of time, Yu Chen was probably the only one in the mausoleum.

To this, Yu Chen's reaction was.

——Is there such a good thing?

He already has too many shady things, so it's best to be alone.

After completing the formalities, the chief guard personally sent Yu Chen up the mountain, and then hurried back to the Audit Division to report to his orders.

Mingshan, Wanjialing.

The largest tomb in the state capital, the entire Mingshan is a cemetery.

In Jinling City, no matter ordinary people or officials, after they died, they were all buried in it.

——Of course, those wealthy families with ancestral graves outside the city are not included.

Therefore, compared with the shabby Qingfeng Tomb, the Wanjia Tomb in Mingshan is more solemn than one level!
High walls, stone houses, majestic gates, and rows of neat tombstones seem to be in order.

Even though Yu Chen was mentally prepared before coming here.

But he still didn't expect that the tomb in Jinling was bigger and taller than the yamen in Weishui...

Walk into the stone house of the mausoleum guard, find an empty room, and put down the luggage.

He turned around in and out, and after making sure that there was no one else, he raised his head to look at the old Wen Sheng who was carrying the flagon, then sat down on the chair and looked at the ghost carrying the flagon, He let out a long breath of foul air.

"Mister, what unfulfilled wish do you have, please tell me!"

After hearing this, Wen Sheng's ghost also sat down opposite, raised the jug, and looked at Yu Chen: "Little guy, would you like some?"

Yu Chen: "..."

"Oh, the old man forgot, this flagon is also made out of the old man's spirit, and I can't drink it for you."

He gulped down a few more gulps, looked around Yu Chen carefully, and said:
"Big Thousand Worlds, there are really all kinds of wonders—you are that little guy at the Weishui State Tournament, right? Unexpectedly, after the great changes that day, people and ghosts have gone the other way, there are still people who can see ghosts. It's really strange!
Also, what baby do you take with you?When approaching you, the old man actually felt that his soul was no longer obliterated by this world?

By the way, although the old man doesn't know what kind of treasure this is, but you must not let others know, otherwise you will be innocent and guilty, and you will not know how you will die when the time comes.

ah?Don't look at me like this, I don't steal other people's things, and don't look at what I can say now, but I'm dead after all, and I can't interfere with anything in the world of the living——If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid If you can't stand it for twelve hours, you will be obliterated by this world.

......"

He didn't even give Yu Chen the time to reply.

He kept babbling, his mouth was like a string of cannonballs.

Yu Chen scratched his head.

Why didn't the literary sage find out that he was a chatterbox when he killed the green ink monster?

All of a sudden, the image of Wen Sheng in Yu Chen's heart as an expert who could say everything and slay big monsters with a snap of his fingers suddenly collapsed.

(End of this chapter)