I have a book of salvation

Blood rains from the sky, and all souls cry.

All kinds of strange phenomena made the group of people who had not really stepped into Jinling City feel gloomy.

Although, this bright red blood rain and the screams of the surrounding beasts will not cause any harm to humans.

But the atmosphere that was subtly suppressing grief made it difficult for everyone to breathe.

A group of carriages and horses sped up.

Zhao Rusong, the state inspector, had no concealment of anxiety on his face.

For some reason, he felt flustered.

There was no words to say all the way. The journey originally took five hours, but with quick work, it took three hours.

The ancient and majestic city gate has not yet been entered.

Then I heard the mighty bells ringing in the city one after another, ringing throughout the four nights.

After hearing this, Yang Qingfeng and Zhao Rusong felt their hearts pounding and looked nervous.

Yu Chen didn't know why, so he heard the captain of the guard whisper to him that these three long and two short bells were mourning bells.

Only when some important person died in Daxia would the sound be heard.

And in the entire Jinling City, there was only one person who could ring the bells of mourning, except for Zhou Mu.

The former one of the Lords of the Three Mountains, the Dean of Jixia Academy, and the Literary Sage, one of the Three Great Sages of Great Xia!

After hearing this, Yu Chen swallowed.

Suddenly he looked at the captain of the guard and asked: "May I ask if the Wen Sheng in the painting who appeared at the Weishui Prefecture Tour Conference is the original appearance of Wen Sheng?"

The captain of the guard was stunned, but nodded.

Yu Chen lowered his head and said nothing.

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

I saw a figure among the guards who were standing guard as meticulously as green pines. Wearing a thin gown, carrying a wine bottle in his left hand and a folding fan in his right hand, he was chanting loudly in the ice and snow!

It's like a song, like a poem, like music.

His voice is old, ups and downs, and full of heroism!

However, the city guards turned a blind eye to such a weird person wandering around on the city wall, as if they couldn't see it at all!

What's even worse is that the figure with white hair and a thin face is exactly the same as the literary saint in the painting that Zhao Rusong took out!

For a moment, Yu Chen felt like his scalp was exploding!

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

The Great Xia Literary Sage who was known as "a stroke that can determine the wind and rain, and create a work that scares ghosts and gods" is dead!

A group of carriages and horses, after checking their identity and fish tags, hurried into the city.

As soon as we entered, the city was filled with uproar!

On the broad road with eight riders riding side by side, common people, merchants and merchants from all walks of life rushed towards the center of the city. Some people had even tied their arms with silk ink in advance, looking sad.

Zhao Rusong didn't care so much. He jumped out of the car and stopped a civilian and asked him what happened.

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

At that time, Zhao Rusong felt dizzy and unsteady on his feet!

In the end, it was Yang Qingfeng who helped him walk toward the center of the city.

As for the original task of taking Yu Chen to the Registration Department and the Bell and Drum Department to arrange errands, it was also left to the captain of the guard.

He just handed over the recommendation letter he had written earlier to Yu Chen and left in a hurry.

Yu Chen also expressed his understanding for this kind of thing and followed the captain of the guard away.

The latter's expression at this moment was not very good-looking either.

Along the way, they were chattering about why such a great person, Literary Saint, died suddenly?

Yu Chen didn't speak.

He just glanced behind him from time to time.

——The ghost of the literary sage old man on the city wall who was drinking and composing poems is following them!

Hearing the captain of the guard praise him, he still laughed.

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

The government offices of the state capital are all located in the east of the city.

The chief guard took Yu Chen and went to the Registration Department first to get an identity card - Yu Chen, who was previously a criminal household, did not have such a thing that represented the identity of a common member of the dynasty.

With the captain of the guard leading the way, nothing happened along the way, and the fat-bellied officials got things done neatly.

Then, he went to the Bell and Drum Division - the State Bell and Drum Division under the Ministry of Rites, one of the six departments of the imperial court. It was responsible for etiquette, sacrifices, funerals and other matters.

There was a letter of recommendation from Zhao Rusong, the inspector of the Inspection Division. The Bell and Drum Division was also very efficient in doing things. Without saying a word, he registered Yu Chen, arranged to visit the tombs at Wanjia Mausoleum in Naming Mountain, and gave Yu Chen a letter of recommendation. Chen a set of official uniforms.

——Different from the fake tomb-keepers in Weishui, the tomb-keepers of Jinling Prefecture are considered part of the establishment. Although they have no official rank, they can still be regarded as officials. Compared with ordinary ordinary people, they are higher. Lost half his head.

The only hiccup was probably that Zhao Rusong originally arranged to be the tomb guard of Wanjialing in Mingshan, and there was also an official tomb guard on top.

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

However, the officials of the Bell and Drum Division told Yu Chen and the chief guard that Qu Dongchuan, the tomb guard, had been ill in the past two days and had gone home to recuperate.

So during this period, I am afraid that Yu Chen is the only one in the mausoleum.

In response to this, Yu Chen's reaction was.

——Is there such a good thing?

He already has too many shameful things, so it would be best if he could be left alone.

After completing the formalities, the captain of the guard personally sent Yu Chen up the mountain, and then hurried back to the Inspection Department to resume his duties.

Mingshan, Wanjialing.

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

In Jinling City, whether ordinary people or officials, after their death, they were all buried inside.

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

So compared to the shabby Qingfeng Mausoleum, the Wanjia Mausoleum in Mingshan is more solemn and solemn!

High walls, stone houses, majestic gates, and neat rows of tombstones are in order.

Although Yu Chen was mentally prepared before coming.

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

After walking into the stone house of the tomb keeper, I found an empty room and put down my luggage.

He turned around in and out to make sure there was no one else, then he raised his head and looked at the old man carrying the wine bottle, then sat down on the chair and looked at the ghost carrying the wine bottle. He let out a long breath.

"Old sir, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, please tell me!"

After hearing this, the ghost of Wen Sheng also sat down across from him, picked up the wine bottle, and looked at Yu Chen: "Little guy, would you like some?"

Yu Chen: "..."

"Oh, I forgot. This wine flask was also made from my spirit. You can't drink from it."

He drank a few more sips, looked at Yu Chen carefully, and then said:

"There are indeed many wonders in the world - are you the little guy at the Weishui Prefecture Tour Conference? I didn't expect that after the great changes in the world and the different paths between humans and ghosts, there are still people who can see ghosts and things. It's really strange!

Also, do you have any treasures with you? When I got close to you, I actually felt that my soul was no longer wiped out by this world?

By the way, I don’t know what kind of treasure this is, but you must not let others know about it, otherwise you will not know how you died if you are guilty of carrying the treasure.

ah? Don't look at me like this. I don't rob other people's things. And don't look at me. I can talk now, but after all, I am dead and can't interfere with anything in the world of the living. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid. If you can't stand it for twelve hours, you will be wiped out by this world.

…”

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

He kept chattering away, his mouth opening like a barrage of cannonballs.

Yu Chen scratched his head.

Why didn't the literary saint find out that he was a talkative person when he killed the great Qingmo demon before?

For a moment, the image of Wen Sheng in Yu Chen's mind as a master who could follow every word and slay big monsters with a snap of his fingers suddenly collapsed.