Sun Fenghou and Jiang Changbin knelt on the ground, gritting their teeth in anger, and were so sad that tears flowed.

I feel guilty, blame myself, and resentful of myself is useless, and I just feel like I am about to explode.

Since the death of the old principal He Yuanyue, whether these two people have encountered happy things, troublesome things, or difficult things, whether they encounter difficulties at work or problems at home, they will inertially come to He Yuanyue’s tomb to talk.

It was as if my teacher was still alive, and she was still listening to their stories with a warm smile on her face.

After talking to the teacher, it seems that the teacher can still help me solve it.

But now, even the teacher’s grave has been dug up!

The two of them witnessed this scene with their own eyes, and the feeling at that moment was... the sky fell!

And... my heart was broken, and the warmest position in my heart once turned into ice!

A strong self-blame suddenly surged into my heart.

What else do I use?

I look at the teacher’s grave here every day, and now, the teacher’s grave has been destroyed.

Do I just complain every day?

I can't even protect my teacher's grave. Why do I say that one party's parents are officials, and one official will benefit the other party?

What else do I say to keep one’s safety?

Isn't this a joke?

The teacher spent all his life serving the country and the people and the future of the human race. Now, there is actually someone who has destroyed her tomb a hundred years later!

Sun Fenghou roared at the sky with red eyes: "Oh my God! So what if you are a good person? So what if you are a bad person? Have you ever opened your eyes to see? Have you ever punished a bad person? Have you ever praised any good person?"

"So what if you serve the country and the people? After death, you have to expose the corpse in the wilderness and not be stable?"

"So what if you are full of evil? Didn't you be glorious and wealthy during your lifetime? Enjoy all your luxury?"

"You are God! But you are the one who presided over justice!? Are you the one who presided over justice?!"

"Why is this happening?!"

All the people present have one count and their mentality collapses to the end!

"Shang Jing! You are paralyzed when you go to Jing Jing!"

Jiang Changbin gritted his teeth, took out his cell phone with tears and called the old man: "I don't want to stay in Phoenix City anymore. I want to be promoted and make a fortune. You can find a way to transfer me to Shangjing."

Over there, Director Jiang almost collapsed and howled: "What are you talking about?"

"I don't care if I'm talking nonsense. Anyway, I'm going to be transferred to Shangjing, and I have real power. I want to be an official and a high-ranking official!"

"I can't even do it if I want to go to Beijing to have real power. I'll get you there?"

"You think of a way! You must find a way for me!"

"Who do I have to do with me? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death!"

"Whatever, I'm going to go to Beijing anyway..."

Bang.

The phone hung up.

Jiang Changbin was still shouting: "I am going to go to Beijing! I am going to go to Beijing! I am going to avenge my teacher!"

At this time...

Dingling...

Hu Ruoyun's cell phone rang.

Zuo Xiaoduo called back.

"It was Xiaoduo's phone call."

Hu Ruoyun sighed.

The message I sent by Zuo Xiaoduo still felt abnormal, so he immediately called back.

Hu Ruoyun coughed, walked away with her cell phone for hundreds of meters before answering the phone, and said softly: "Xiao Duo?"

Zuo Xiaoduo's voice came: "Teacher Hu, send me a message, there must be something wrong, right?"

Hu Ruoyun was silent for a moment and said, "Well... no..."

On the phone, Zuo Xiaoduo's deep voice: "Teacher Hu, is the old principal's grave destroyed?"

Even Hu Ruoyun sounded a little sinister.

An inexplicable feeling of coldness.

Hu Ruoyun was stunned for a moment.

Zuo Xiaoduo, how did you know?

Hu Ruoyun asked hurriedly: "Xiaoduo, are you... you are in Phoenix City?"

Turning around like a whirlwind, his eyes were in amazement, was it... Zuo Xiaoduo also here?

But looking around for a week, I didn't see Zuo Xiaoduo.

But Hu Ruoyun's words instantly exposed too many things.

Zuo Xiaoduo understood in an instant.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Teacher Hu, please take a photo of the city that was destroyed by the old principal's grave.

Zuo Xiaoduo only felt cold and depressed, so he didn't want to talk anymore.

After saying this, he hung up the phone silently and was dazed.

He Yuanyue's appearance appeared in her heart again, as if she was standing in front of her, looking at herself gently and kindly.

Slowly saying: "...I hope that my home will not be destroyed...I hope that my country..."

Zuo Xiaoduo closed his eyes violently.

A bulge of my cheeks because I gritted my teeth. I took a deep breath and vented my breath...

He didn't say a word.

When Zuo Xiaoduo heard the other party’s plan before, he shouted angrily, his emotions almost lost control.

However, after confirming this matter, Zuo Xiaoduo didn't want to say a word.

There is no need to say it.

What the old principal wanted to see in the Spirit of Heaven was not his incompetent fury or useless roar.

From now on, there is no room for improvement in this matter.

He lowered his head and chanted softly: "I have regrets and many old things in this life, and I have a lot of love all over the galaxy; the spring breeze and peaches and plums all over the world, and the jade pen in history is carved..."

This is a poem I gave to He Yuanyue.

It is also the poem He Yuanyue promised in advance to engrave it on the tombstone.

In the end, it was really carved on the tombstone.

Now that the grave has been destroyed, Zuo Xiaoduo recited it softly.

When each word is pronounced, the gloomy aura on Zuo Xiaoduo's body is strengthened a little.

When the last three words were written, it was as thin as a gossip, but a gloomy and terrifying aura became more and more serious.

Zuo Xiaoduo only felt a flame burning in his heart.

It made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

there.

Hu Ruoyun's thoughts were heard, and she wanted to say something and wanted to comfort her, but Zuo Xiaoduo had already hung up the phone.

Hu Ruoyun held his cell phone, staring in a daze, and was speechless for a while.

"Xiao Duo said, I have to take a few photos for him in the situation here." Hu Ruoyun turned to look at his husband.

grave.

According to tradition, graves and tombstones cannot be taken.

There are great taboos in this.

But Zuo Xiaoduo made such a request at this moment.

Li Changjiang whispered: "Show it to him."

"?" Hu Ruoyun looked at her husband.

"Don't forget that Zuo Xiaoduan is the successor of the old principal's Qi-seeing technique, and he himself is more proficient in Feng Shui and supernatural powers."

"No one may understand the taboos in this, but Zuo Xiaoduo will never understand them."

"Now that he said he wanted to take pictures. Then you can take pictures for him."
To be continued...