The ghost knocking on the door was so loud that he got beaten up by the neighbor!

It was here that Xiao Yingying met her big brother before.

But...

When they approached and the trees that blocked their view could no longer block their vision, the deserted and cold lawn that came into their sight turned into an ice knife and pierced their hearts fiercely.

The cold despair was like cold water poured on his head, which made the proud old man Sun tremble all over and his teeth chatter. He was almost suffocated when he looked at the Nancheng Cemetery, which was filled with dark ghosts and where he could vaguely see the evil ghosts roaring.

Zhao Ming couldn't stop his tears and his eyes were red.

Not finding her anywhere meant that the last bit of luck was shattered.

This cemetery, which had become a spiritual wasteland with no one living, might have swallowed up the innocent little angel.

There were nearly 20 million people watching in the live broadcast room.

Xiao Yingying was not found in this last place. ,

The audience also felt uncomfortable, as if something was stuck in their throats. The dark cemetery and the vaguely visible ghost faces were like a hand, tightly grasping their hearts.

It hurt and sour.

"Can't you find her... No way... No way... Such a cute and sensible little girl..."

"It's so sad, so sad, the old man collapsed, and I'm going to collapse too."

"Please God, send Xiao Yingying back, she is so young, how can this happen..."

The barrage was full of sad prayers.

Now that she has been found, it has almost been announced that Xiao Yingying's survival rate is equal to 0.

Most of the people in South City have been evacuated.

At this moment, there is no one else in the cemetery except Gui Xiao and the soldiers guarding it.

"It's time to go, old man." Zhao Ming wiped his tears, "Xiao Yingying doesn't want to see you like this either."

"It's already three o'clock, Xiao Yingying doesn't want you to stay."

The old man seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, lifeless, his eyes were like a withered tree, his back was hunched, and his expression was blank.

He seemed to be dying, in his last moments, his eyes and heart were full of the little figure who called him grandpa, fought with him, and was so sensible that it made people feel distressed.

In his mind, it was all about that smiling face that loved him to the depths of his soul.

The little fool who pretended to be sleeping and having nightmares every time she felt pain in her bones.

The little fool who had to secretly hide an egg under the noodles in grandpa's bowl and pretended to be nothing when there was only one egg.

The little fool who got up in the middle of the night to massage grandpa's legs because his aunt said that it would hurt to massage his legs.

...

Scene by scene, all of them were her innocence and kindness.

But when she raised her eyes.

All of them were disillusioned.

Only the mausoleum was left, like a beast with a huge mouth that was devouring people.

The little face with baby fat and a pouting mouth disappeared inside, and it seemed that it would never come back.

The old man had been drained of his soul, staring blankly at the mausoleum, and lost the strength to think and speak. He even felt that it was meaningless to move his eyes.

Separation of life and death.

It came suddenly, and it was not even a year.

Zhao Ming, a grown man, could no longer control himself and burst into tears.

The mood of mourning enveloped the entrance of the mausoleum, and the live broadcast room was also silent.

The five soldiers who were guarding nearby to prevent people from breaking into the mausoleum also had red eyes.

The five people took a step forward at the same time and shouted to the squad leader next to them: "Squad leader, I apply to enter the cemetery to find the missing Xiao Yingying!"

The squad leader's face darkened and he cursed: "Who gave you the power to make your own decisions? Do you know what's going on inside?"

"Ah?! The experts of the special investigation team almost died when they went in. Don't you know what you are? It's your turn to be a hero?"

After cursing.

He took out his mobile phone and stuffed it into the arms of the soldier, cursing: "Give this to my mother."

"Tell her for me that my son is unfilial."

"Also, everyone, listen to the order! Stick to your post and never leave without permission! Make sure no one enters the cemetery by mistake! Do you understand!? This is your duty as a soldier!"

After the squad leader shouted.

He didn't look back, grabbed his gun, and walked towards the cemetery alone.

The five soldiers' eyes were red, and they saluted: "Yes!"

But.

The squad leader walked halfway.

But he was controlled by a mysterious force and pulled back.

The helicopter landed slowly.

Special agents wearing solemn and murderous black uniforms stepped out of the helicopter.

"No one should go in." A tall figure with a dignified aura stood out, "The Nancheng Cemetery has been lost."

"Anyone who goes in will die."

Senior commander-Xiao Tian.

His rank is higher than Jiang Weiran.

Jiang Weiran immediately used his ghost ability.

Ghost pupils emerged from behind her.

Blood suddenly oozed from the corners of her mouth, but she still did not give up and stared at the cemetery.

After a long while.

She finally showed a smile of relief as if she had escaped death.

Fortunately.

Her ghost pupils did not see any fluctuations in the cemetery.

It means that the possibility she feared the most will not appear.

After extreme tension, there was relaxation as if she had escaped death.

Jiang Weiran, who was already injured and overdrawn the ability of his ghost pupils, could not bear such mental ups and downs, and fainted with a smile.

The special agent sent her back to the helicopter.

Xiao Tian was in control of the situation.

The squad leader still wanted to struggle.

Like a dead tree, the lifeless and confused old man Sun suddenly raised his head.

The squad leader's figure seemed to overlap with the only son he had in his life.

He had experienced the feeling of losing a loved one.

He would never allow others to die like him for a slim hope that almost did not exist.

The old man pursed his lips tightly, his emotions tense, and with his last strength, he roared hoarsely like a lost wolf: "No one is allowed to enter!"

He trembled, strode forward, and stood at the gate of the cemetery.

He opened his hands, stubbornly and painfully, and stopped anyone who wanted to enter the cemetery: "No one can enter."

The whole audience was silent.

No one expected that the old man would personally cut off his granddaughter's only glimmer of life in the end.

Silence.

Silence again.

Whether it was the 900 special dispatch team, the soldiers, or the 30 million people in the live broadcast room.

At this moment, all that was left was the lofty respect for this old but magnificent figure.

Grandpa Sun's heart was bleeding.

He personally cut off the slim chance of Xiao Yingying's life, and his eyes were already filled with bloodshot tears.

"Yingying, don't be afraid."

He turned around, stared at the darkness of the cemetery, and murmured, "Grandpa is with you outside."

"Grandpa will take you home. We can't let others sacrifice. Don't blame Grandpa."

In the cemetery, the world was still, and only the night wind was crying for the grandfather and grandson who were sending off the black-haired man.

Others were gritting their teeth, not letting themselves cry out and disturbing the communication between the grandfather and grandson across life and death.