Gravekeeper

Chapter 79 Walking in the Rain!

[Time limit: before the rain stops.]

 

[Mission target: A rare rainy day, take an umbrella and go for a walk in the rain!]

 

[Special mission restrictions: None]

 

[Mission failure penalty: None.]

 

‘Boom!’

 

In the thunderstorm, Chu Qing held up a black umbrella, thinking about the guidance of the blood ghost just now.

 

This time, the forced urging, like the previous time of the pig's trotter rice, did not have an accurate target, and there was not even a penalty for failure.

 

He also figured out the rules of the blood ghost.

 

This kind of weird target with strong guidance that he had not actually contacted, there was no mission penalty.

 

Once the weird target was locked, there would be a penalty if the mission failed.

 

So it cannot be said that the guidance of this blood ghost will definitely meet the target that Chu Qing wants.

 

However, even if there was no blood ghost, Chu Qing could not just stay on the one-third acre of land in Beishan Cemetery.

 

For the rest of the grave keepers, it was safest to stay in their own cemeteries. Even Ding Xie would only take action after he was fully confident and prepared.

 

But Chu Qing was different.

 

The guidance of the Blood Ghost was just the power of fate, but for the promotion of Blood Eyes, this trip was inevitable.

 

This was not a prosperous neighborhood in Luo City, but the towering residential buildings on both sides and the surrounding supporting facilities were enough to prove that compared to the suburbs of his Beishan Cemetery, this was the center of Luo City.

 

The dark asphalt road stained by rain was empty and no one could be seen.

 

The heavy rain, coupled with the arrival of the spiritual revival, seemed to leave Chu Qing alone in the world.

 

He was not afraid of this atmosphere, on the contrary, he enjoyed it very much.

 

So, he took out the Bluetooth headset from his arms and connected it to the mobile phone.

 

A song was played randomly.

 

This is his playlist, but for Chu Qing, it is already something very unfamiliar.

 

This is his music from twenty years ago.

 

He can see all kinds of traces of his past life in this playlist.

 

There are so-called high-brow solo piano music art, and some popular songs that are not worth mentioning in the eyes of some people.

 

In his opinion, in fact, there is no difference between them.

 

Musical techniques may be the standard for evaluating their high and low levels, but most people don’t care about the changes and subtleties of chords, parts, and rhythms of classical piano music.

 

Many times, it is just used to set off emotions.

 

Emotions are also what Chu Qing needs most now.

 

He glanced at the name of this song: Sound of Silence.

 

The sound of piano keys in the Bluetooth headset, combined with the sound of rain around him, formed the most beautiful chords.

 

He walked in the middle of the road with an umbrella. Enjoying the loneliness set off by the silence alone.

 

The heavy rain poured down, and a dark figure holding an equally dark umbrella walked in this prosperous yet desolate world.

 

High-rise buildings stood in a forest, and the skyscrapers were like clouds.

 

He just walked like this.

 

The music in his ears also changed.

 

What made him raise his eyebrows slightly was that this was no longer a piano solo, but an old love song with lyrics.

 

He forgot the name of the song.

 

He didn't care.

 

Because he seemed to feel the change of music in the song, not far away, he finally saw two blurry figures.

 

They should be two humans.

 

Although, in a city of people, it seems a bit strange and abrupt to describe it with such a taboo word.

 

Chu Qing stood on the street, looking at the upstairs of a store.

 

In the dark building, the lights were on, and the two figures seemed to be arguing, and it was because of this that Chu Qing stopped and looked.

 

Obviously, this was a couple.

 

Because of the harsh sound, even the song that finally sounded in the headphones and the sound of rain around could not cover it up.

 

Unfortunately, this is not a brilliant script, but a bloody but common story.

 

"Damn, how did I treat you after we got married? You treat me like this, right?"

 

"..."

 

The sound of wind and rain is getting faster and faster. And finally, the lyrics of this old love song appeared in Chu Qing's headphones:

 

'Your face is a bit haggard...'

 

'Your eyes have residual tears...'

 

The lyrics of the music and the situation in front of them have a rare echo.

 

"I risked my life to go out to find food, and you brought the pretty boy home, right? Are you hoping that I will be killed by the ghost doll in the community?"

 

"Is it?"

 

'Pa...'

 

The loud slap, accompanied by the woman's sobbing and crying, in this windy and rainy weather, is even more complicated than the lyrics in the headphones.

 

He slowly held up his umbrella and came to the bottom of the window.

 

He had plenty of time. In fact, the humanity that felt the complex emotions in this way could help him suppress the madness and darkness after swallowing the weirdness continuously. He gently echoed the music beat in the headphones:

 

'I spent the whole night...'

 

'I want to distinguish between you and me...'

 

'Who will love who more...'

 

The rain was getting heavier.

 

Finally, the crying stopped, and the next moment, an extremely resolute voice appeared at the window:

 

"Let's get a divorce."

 

"..."

 

"What did you say?"

 

"Divorce? I don't love you anymore..."

 

"What do you mean? Don't pretend, right?"

 

"Well..."

 

"I tell you, it's impossible!"

 

"Yang He, is this interesting?"

 

"Ya Ru, let's calm down and talk about it..."

 

Chu Qing's eyes were calm. Human emotions are such interesting and complicated things.

 

‘I’d rather watch you sleeping so quietly…’

 

‘Better than when you wake up, as ruthless as a breakup…’

 

The song, at this moment, seemed to be gradually pushed up, and upstairs, the silent couple finally slowly set off the atmosphere.

 

“Hey, Yang He, are you a bitch? I’ve put a hat on you, and now you don’t want to divorce?

 

Okay, now that we’ve talked about it today, and you even took action, I don’t owe you anything!

 

I’ll go pack up and leave in a while!”

 

“No, you can’t go anywhere today! You can’t leave!”

 

“Go away, Yang He, are you crazy? What are you going to do! Let me go… cough cough… let go… let go!”

 

“No! You can’t leave!”

 

The sound of the woman struggling was so loud.

 

And the man seemed to have finally been pushed to the limit:

 

"Okay, you still want to go, right? Go! I'll let you go!"

 

"Yang He... what are you going to do? Don't be impulsive!"

 

"Stinky woman, I'll let you go! I'll let you go!"

 

"Ah... help..."

 

Under the window on the second floor, Chu Qing held up the black umbrella in his hand, facing the rain flowing down the eaves, and slowly raised his head to look.

 

Beside the originally dim window, a large piece of scarlet gradually splashed on the beige curtains.

 

At this moment, the window was actually opened. In this not-so-big little house, half of the woman's body was directly dangling outside the window.

 

The woman was wearing a white sling, with black hair scattered all over her head, and there was a shocking blood hole on her neck.

 

The gurgling blood flow was merging with the rain, and coincidentally, it fell on Chu Qing's black umbrella below.

 

The originally dark umbrella surface was dotted with a few red plum blossoms.

 

He didn't care, and he even finally remembered the name of the song in his headphones, because when the familiar chorus sounded, he even had some leisure to hum along:

 

'You said you wanted to escape. '

 

'But you are destined to settle down. '

 

'Love is gone, love is extinguished. '

 

'Do you want to be left with nothing~'

 

The woman's drooping body, accompanied by the whistling wind outside, seemed to be following the voice,

 

like an old bacon hanging on an iron hook waiting to be dried in the winter month.