shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 1023 The Torrent of History

In the end they all left.

Only the ghost jailer stood there, staring at his hands in a daze, without moving.

"Am... really dead?"

Bai Zhi'er looked at him, pointing to the bone in the corner wearing the jailer's clothes.

"there."

The ghost jailer turned his head, and the darkness in front of him seemed to be pushed aside instantly.

He saw his own bones.

The ghost jailer stepped forward slowly, squatted down, and saw a colorless purse beside the almost ragged clothes.

It was embroidered by his wife.

He always carries it with him.

The ghost jailer realizes that he is dead, but his wife does not know whether he is alive or dead.

He clutched his head, extremely broken.

"How could this be? The supervisor clearly said that I should guard here carefully. If I can make meritorious service, I will be promoted after this group of people are released."

"I thought that if I stay here for a long time, the supervisor will come back sooner or later, but it turns out...the country is ruined and the family is ruined!"

Bai Zhi'er looked at him with pity.

Before his death, Xu was a conscientious prison guard.

In this dungeon, the so-called supervisor asked him to guard the place, but he really didn't leave a single step.

Little do they know that in the dark cell, death is approaching.

But the earth has already changed to a new world, and the masters of the mountains and rivers have also changed.

The dungeon cannot be opened from the inside unless someone lifts the chain from the outside.

So until he died, the ghost jailer couldn't leave, and together with these innocent people, he buried his life here.

After his death, he always remembered his mission in life, guarding the prisoners in the dungeon.

Day after day, they were driven to be tortured on the torture rack.

Bai Zhi'er reminded: "It's time for you to go to the underworld. If you stay here for a long time, you will slowly lose your soul."

The ghost jailer was a little reconciled.

He raised his red eyes and looked at Bai Zhi'er.

"Then my wife, is she still alive?"

Bai Zhi'er shook her head lightly: "Human beings and ghosts have different paths, whether she is still here or not, you have nothing to do with her."

"If you insist on looking for her, you will only harm yourself and implicate her."

"I can promise you that when I leave here, I will help you find your wife's whereabouts."

"If she is still alive, I will give her some money to make her life easier."

The ghost jailer's eyes became sad and lonely.

Silent for a long time.

He lowered his head slowly: "My family lives in Xishui Village, and my wife's name is Hongyue."

"If you see her, please help me tell her that I didn't run away...nor do I want her and this family, I'm...powerless."

Bai Zhi'er nodded lightly: "I will."

The ghost jailer walked towards the gate of the ghost step by step.

In the end, he turned his head and looked at Bai Zhi'er.

"May I ask, is there still war in the world outside? Bei Chen's life is exhausted, and the people should be doing well, right?"

Bai Zhi'er's eyes flickered: "They have enough food and clothing, and they are getting better and better."

The ghost jailer smiled gratifiedly.

"It's fine, it's fine..." He muttered to himself, "If Hongyue is still alive, she won't have to suffer."

Bai Zhi'er suddenly remembered: "By the way, I have a companion, a young master. He accidentally broke in and disappeared. Do you know where he is?"

The ghost jailer said: "I thought that someone broke into the family members of the group of prisoners who wanted to let go, so I knocked him out and locked him in the firewood prison, which is at the end of another road."

Bai Zhi'er guessed that that should be the direction her third brother was going.

It seems that he has found Fang Wushe.

So, Bai Zhi'er waved his hand at the ghost jailer: "Goodbye~"

The ghost jailer bowed to Bai Zhi'er, and took a last look at the cell.

This is the place he sticks to until his death, and it is also the dead end that traps him.

In the end, he entered the darkness and disappeared at the gate of hell.

Bai Zhi'er sighed lightly.

The war-torn era was like a raging wave, and everyone was the sand in it.

Some people were swept into the bottom of the river by the waves and became history, and some people were pushed to the beach and reborn in the sun.

Bai Zhi'er picked up the pouch on the ghost jailer.

It was old and damaged, and the original color could not be seen.

But she thought that if his wife was still alive and saw this thing, she would definitely know how much her husband missed her.

　Today, relatives at home started to come to pay New Year's greetings, and people kept talking to me, so I couldn't focus on rushing to write, and I have been writing until now, babies have been waiting for a long time!By the way, there is no charging bug again today, right?
　　
　
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