Strongest Guard

If it wasn't a ghost, how could it have cut off Tosio's brother's tongue and suddenly disappeared under thousands of gazes?    

No matter what technology was used afterwards, they would be unable to capture the traces that it had lost. However, who would not believe that the lightning that appeared just in time was a tool that accompanied the disappearance of the evil ghost?    

There are ghosts.    

There must be a ghost. Other than the fact that Tosio's elder brother's words were cut off, there was also that person who was scared out of his mind.    

It was the person who had pounced onto the screen with a twisted expression and a strange smile on his face.    

After he fainted at the scene, he was immediately carried to the ambulance that he had been waiting for for a long time. He rushed to the nearest hospital, but on the way, he flipped over.    

After the accident, the enthusiastic netizens working in the transportation department uploaded the video of the accident in the ambulance to the internet for everyone to see. When the ambulance drove onto a bridge, the car suddenly broke through the railing of the bridge and plunged headlong into the river.    

According to local netizens' posts, the river was not wide and the water was not very deep. It had only recently passed the tires of an ambulance.    

The four paramedics, including the driver, climbed out of the overturned ambulance just in time to save the unconscious patient, who was nowhere to be seen.    

It was like evaporating into thin air.    

How could he be washed away by such a shallow river and such a slow flow of water?    

But he was gone.    

It was as if there was a ghost hiding in the grass below the river. The moment the car flipped over, the ghost had taken him away.    

That patient, compared to Tosio's brother, who had his words cut off, suffered a worse fate and was taken away by the evil ghost.    

Who is he?    

Where were they taken?    

Up until now, the internet had been abuzz with discussions. The Hokkaido Police Department had taken over this matter. It was said that some experts from a special department of Tokyo had also arrived at the scene.    

This special department mainly studied some supernatural events that could not be explained by science.    

The golden sunset after the rain had passed did not dispel the weird clouds that shrouded the land. The pedestrians on the street were all hurrying, and the Northern County Hotel had temporarily stopped its business.    

When everyone passed the place where over a thousand people were gathered, they would involuntarily shiver. It was as if once they turned their heads back, they would see a fleeting shadow staring at them.    

The look in his eyes was horrifying and strange.    

Even though he was currently sitting on the tatami in his bedroom, he could still feel a pair of invisible shadows hiding in a corner that he could not discover, staring at him evilly.    

On the table of the tatami, there was a book. It was the book he had painstakingly written for over ten years. It was called "Restoring those Real Images that we had to talk about".    

For any writer, it would take more than ten years to write a book. Regardless of whether the contents of the book would be recognized by everyone, it would undoubtedly earn their respect.    

It was because of this book that Teng Xiu had been awarded the highest literary award in the country, the White Cherry Blossom.    

Fame, popularity, and social status all had a qualitative leap, becoming the guests of those on the right.    

However, Teng Xiu knew better than most that the reason he was able to achieve his current achievements was because he had lied.    

Most of the information he had looked through over the years had been provided by the reporters who had served with the Royal Army during the Second World War.    

As for countries such as Britain and the United States, which were on the neutral side, the actual historical literature provided was ignored — that was what the right-wingers meant, and that was the purpose of his own books.    

Japan was a country with many faiths. When Teng Xiu returned to the land, he believed in the Colourless Sect. The first rule was that he could not lie, or else he would suffer an extremely terrifying curse.    

When Teng Xiu had returned to Tian Village, he had sworn to the Sect Leader sincerely that if he lied, he would be hanged on the rope of fate.    

The oath he had made a few years ago still echoed in his ears. He had accepted the task of writing this book for some unknown benefits.    

After ten years of hard work, Teng Xiu had finally returned to his special position. Although he was very grateful to the God of Fate for his gift, he would still think about a problem in the dead of night.    

Would he be cursed for breaking his oath, hanged by the noose of fate?    

No.    

Never.    

How could there be such a thing in the real world?    

Before today, whenever Teng Xiu came back to the land and thought of this question, she would let out a smile and continued sleeping while hugging her gentle, beautiful and virtuous wife.    

Teng Xiu returned to Tian's wife. She was twenty-six years old this year, and was definitely the most traditional wife and mother in Japan. She had a gentle personality and was very beautiful.    

His wife's name was Shangdao Yinghua.    

Every time he hugged his wife, Teng Xiu would have an unreal dream feeling. What virtue or ability did he have to be able to marry such a beautiful and virtuous wife?    

After marrying the cherry blossoms, Teng Xiu had never set foot in any of those occasions. If she couldn't get out, she wouldn't get out.    

Everyday, once the sky darkened, he would embrace his wife who looked like a cherry blossom in her arms. Using his fingers, he would lightly stroke her Small Nose.    

Tonight, he did not. He did not embrace his wife who looked like a white cherry flower, lightly scraping her Small Nose, sinking into her starry eyes. It was because he felt a never before felt fear.    

It was a strange fear. With someone by his side, he was even more afraid.    

When Cherry Blossom was invited out of her husband's bedroom, she could tell that he was distracted and worried.    

However, she didn't dare disobey her husband's wishes. She could only go to another room to rest.    

She woke up in the middle of the night, awakened by a nightmare.    

She dreamed of her beloved husband hanging in his bedroom, his tongue sticking out, a line of words written in ink on his chest. I am a sinner.    

She was too scared to disobey her husband anymore, so she put on her clogs and wrapped herself in a sheet and stomped down the hall to the bedroom.    

The light in the bedroom was still on, and the dim yellow light reflected on the window, creating a clear shadow.    

It was a vertical shadow, very tall, or rather very long, with the ceiling of the bedroom above its head — Cherry Blossom's heart thumped, and she lifted her hand to open the door.    

Then she saw all that had happened to her in her dream, her beloved husband, hanging from a ceiling lamp, his eyes wide open, his tongue lolling out, a line of words written on his open chest.    

I'm a sinner.    

Cherry Blossom blankly stared at her husband, suspecting that she had yet to awaken from her nightmare. Subconsciously, she raised her hand to rub her eyes, and the bedsheet wrapped around her delicate body flowed down like water.    

When the cherry blossom opened her eyes again, her husband was still hanging there. His posture hadn't changed in the slightest, but a pair of evil eyes suddenly appeared from the dark corner where the corpse had blocked the light.    

Cherry Blossom slowly looked at the pair of eyes. The moment their eyes met, she actually understood the evil intent within those eyes. Come, come.    

She wanted to run, she wanted to scream, there was a ghost!    

It was impossible for humans to have a pair of eyes like this, because it was slowly turning red and becoming even more evil. It made it impossible for people to resist it. They could only foolishly walk towards it, one step at a time.    

Kneel.    

The eyes issued a new order, and the cherry blossoms, still unable to resist, slowly fell to their knees.    

She didn't dare look into those eyes. She wanted to look into her husband's eyes even more. She wanted him to come down and live on his own in the next moment.    

And so, as she knelt, she half turned, her back to the evil eyes, and looked at her husband.    

An ice-cold hand slowly rested on her tender and plump butt. Immediately, goosebumps appeared all over her body. She no longer dared to raise her head to look at her husband, only touching her forehead and crying softly.    

Dang —    

When an old-fashioned grandfather clock struck midnight and came from another room, the cherry blossoms stopped crying.    

The feeling she had never experienced before caused her to raise her head and look at her husband's corpse with teary eyes.    

She hadn't closed the door when she came in, and the southwest wind had blown in, stirring her husband's body and making him turn slowly to look at the new wife he had loved so dearly in life.    

I saw her trampled by a devil.    

You're going to die.    

A strange smile suddenly appeared in the corpse's widened eyes, as if it had come from another world.    

Yes, I'm going to die.    

Cherry Blossom thought as she lowered her head again, her tears falling onto the floor.    

The cherry blossoms were not dead.    

When she opened her eyes again, she saw sunlight, as well as a person. She could hear many people talking outside.    

She was still lying in the same bedroom as last night, covered in a blanket. Her family's sister-in-law was kneeling on the tatami next to her, looking at her with a face full of worry.    

Seeing that she had opened her eyes, the sister-in-law's face was filled with joy. "Cherry Blossom, you're finally awake!" "You're scaring us to death. You're always talking nonsense in your sleep and crying for Teng Xiu's name …"    

Saying that, Sister-in-law whispered again: "But, who was that terrifying heart of yours that you called out? "Don't tell me it's Teng Xiu."    

"Am I dreaming?"    

When the cherry blossoms turned over and sat up, it hurt so much that her eyebrows wrinkled.    

"Yeah, you've been dreaming. No matter how he shouted, he couldn't wake up. Fortunately, you woke up in time to call the ambulance. "    

"Where's Teng Xiu?"    

The cherry blossom interrupted her sister-in-law's words and asked anxiously.    

"He's dead."    

Sister-in-law's face was gloomy as she said softly, "Hanging himself to death." Now the police are in that house, surveying the scene. "    

"Ah, he … he's really dead?"    

Only after a long time did she say, "Sister-in-law, I want to be alone."    

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and left, closing the door behind her.    

While the cherry blossoms were stunned, a light voice suddenly came from the depths of her memory — suddenly, she could not bear to see you die. Come to China, Qingshan City. Don't tell anyone.    

"Who are you?"    

The cherry blossoms were stunned for a long time before she slowly turned around and lifted the sheet. She discovered that there was a black skull on the full moon.