I really don't want to be a teacher

The leading ghost messenger walking in the front seemed to be listening to the voice behind him, raised his head, and looked into the distance, his eyes were a little dazed.

Chapter 624 Son, Grandson

"... Late last night, a landslide suddenly occurred on the mountain here, and the rocks rolled down, crushing the houses under the hillside and burying them."

Going down the slope, Lian Ge moved his feet and walked. Behind him, a group of ghost guards followed. The leading ghost guard fell silent for a while, and then said,

Lian Ge listened quietly and walked without saying anything.

Behind him, the middle-aged ghost messenger who was captured looked down the hillside with reddened eyes,

"...Because of the terrain here, the surrounding residents are far away from each other, and the nearest households across this side are all on the other side of the mountain...under this hillside...only my house..."

With a bit of pain on his face, the middle-aged ghost said aloud,

"...It was late at night, and my mother, my wife, and my child were all in the house...and they were all buried under the ground..."

Beside, a few ghosts listened, all a little silent,

"...After I left...I have been asking someone to keep an eye on the news at home...In the early hours of this morning, I brought a batch of new dead souls back to the underworld...I heard...I heard my mother...my wife... ...are all dead..."

Painful, the middle-aged ghost messenger's eyes were red, and he spoke aloud, trembling all over his body, unable to speak,

Beside, the leading ghost messenger was silent for a while, took the words, and said something,

"...his child is still alive."

"... After hearing the news... I came out of the underworld and left the area I was in charge of directly... I just want to come back and have a look... I don't want my son... He is still buried in the ground... If there is nothing wrong Otherwise, no one else will come here for a long time...my son..."

The middle-aged ghost messenger spoke aloud, his eyes getting redder.

"...I am willing to be punished...I just want to see him...if I can't do anything...I also want to be with him...it must be dark down there now...that kid...he was very clingy when he was young , he will cry as soon as you leave...how could he not be afraid..."

The middle-aged ghost guard was narrating sentence by sentence, and the ghost guards nearby were listening, a little silent,

Lian Ge listened quietly and walked down the hillside without turning his head or saying anything.

This is also the reason why ghosts are appointed in different places and are not allowed to leave the area of ​​duty without authorization.

……

Walk through the ups and downs of the hillside, and then go down, the foot of the hillside is approaching in front of you,

At the foot of the hillside, a house collapsed into ruins, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.

On the other side of the hillside, the fallen rocks accumulated at the foot of the hill on that side, pressing on the ruins.

Looking at the ruins at the foot of the mountain, the middle-aged man stopped talking, his eyes turned red.

Lian Ge looked at the foot of the mountain, and didn't say much, but quickened his pace.

……

Along the hillside, and then walk some distance,

Lian Ge and a group of ghost messengers walked down the hillside, to the foot of the hill, in front of the ruins,

In the original courtyard, there were scattered rocks and dust rolled down from the mountain, mixed with some broken tiles, bricks and stones with wall dust,

Behind the courtyard, where the house used to be, the collapsed house was buried by rocks, but some broken beams and planks, broken bricks and tiles were barely exposed from the thick layer of rock dust.

On the ruins, there were still two figures standing, an old lady in a crochet dress, and a middle-aged woman with rough skin,

Both of them looked anxiously at the ruins below them, stretched out their hands, and kept digging the thick dust covering the ruins, but they could only pass through the ruins with their hands again and again, barely touching the ruins several times. When it comes across, it is just like a breeze blowing from time to time, slightly stirring the dust on the lower surface.

"... Huiying, Mom..."

The captured middle-aged ghost guard looked at the ruins, and then at the two figures on the ruins, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help calling out.

Hearing the voice of the middle-aged ghost messenger, the two figures stopped their movements and raised their heads one after another.

Looking at the middle-aged ghost messenger, he seemed to be in a daze, then stood up one after another, got down from the ruins, and walked towards this side,

"... Hongguo... Hongguo."

The two figures, the middle-aged ghost messenger's mother and wife, looked at the middle-aged ghost messenger and called out one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the faces of the two figures became anxious again,

"... Hongguo, Hongguo...you save him, save Xiaoyi... Xiaoyi is under the pressure, overwhelmed, please save him..."

Anxious, with red eyes, the two figures said to the middle-aged man,

"...he's not dead yet, he's still alive, Hongguo, save him quickly, save him..."

"...I know, I know...Mom..."

The middle-aged ghost messenger's mother stretched out her hand to pull the middle-aged ghost to walk towards the ruins, but she didn't pull.

The middle-aged ghost messenger's eyes were red, and he answered his mother and his wife, but gradually stopped talking, just looking at the ruins, tears welled up in his eyes, dripped on the ground, and then followed closely.

"...Hongguo...you..."

At this time, the middle-aged ghost messenger's wife and mother seemed to have noticed the two ghost messengers who had captured the middle-aged ghost messenger, Lian Ge beside him, and several other ghost messengers beside him.

"...Qiu Hongguo was recorded as an underworld ghost messenger after his death. Because he left his post without authorization last night, he left the range of duty without permission and was captured by us."

The leading ghost officer next to him watched and helped to explain,

"...Hongguo, Hongguo...you..."

The wife opened her mouth, the mother said something, then stopped speaking, looking at the middle-aged ghost messenger, she understood.

"...I beg you, please...help Xiaoyi...he's still here...he's still buried, he's not dead yet, please, please save him... ..."

No matter how anxious the wife was, the mother pleaded with the leading ghost messenger, Lian Ge, and the other ghost messengers,

"...he's down there...right down there...help him, save him...please, please..."

Begging, the mother wanted to kneel down in front of a few people, the leading ghost guard stretched out her hand to support the mother, and the other ghost guards looked at the mother, the wife, and were silent.

"Master of Heaven..."

The captured middle-aged ghost messenger turned his head, pleading in his eyes, then looked at Lian Ge,

Lian Ge glanced at the crying, pleading middle-aged ghost messenger mother, wife, and then at the middle-aged ghost messenger,

Turned around, looked at the ruins, and walked towards the ruins.

"……thanks, thanks……"

"...Xiaoyi was buried here, buried under here..."

The middle-aged ghost messenger's wife, the mother came to her senses, and said to Lian Ge over and over again in gratitude, and then walked up to the ruins, pointing Lian Ge to the place,

The group of ghost messengers also brought the captured middle-aged ghost messenger and followed them.

When he reached the place, Lian Ge turned his gaze, and then looked at the ruins below him,

He raised his hand, waved it lightly, and the rocks and dust pressed on the ruins stepped aside, revealing the ruins left by the house below.

"...Xiaoyi, don't be afraid, don't be afraid...you'll be out soon, Xiaoyi..."

"……thanks, thanks……"

Next to him, the middle-aged ghost messenger's wife and mother kept talking to the ruins, thanking Lian Ge over and over again.

Looking at the ruins under his feet, Lian Ge raised his hand again, waved lightly,

Pieces of broken planks crossed the beams, collapsed walls, and scattered tiles, and then separated towards the sides, revealing the scene below.

The first thing that appeared was the corpse by the door,

The corpse was barefoot, wearing pajamas, lying on its stomach, being pressed to the ground by the collapsed house, with its head facing the house, looking up, as if it was looking into the house.

It's the old lady.

Chapter 625 Mother

Like the figure on the ruins, the corpse of the old lady who was overwhelmed by the collapsed ruins still had an anxious expression on her face.

The back has been deformed, some blood has solidified under the body, the dusty eyes are still open, looking in front of the body,

With his hands on the ground, he seemed to want to crawl over.

"...over here, here...Xiaoyi is buried here."

The old lady next to her didn't look at her corpse, but said anxiously in the direction where the corpse was facing,

"...Xiaoyi, don't be afraid, Xiaoyi, you'll be out soon, it's okay, it's okay, Xiaoyi..."

The two figures on the ruins spoke to the bottom of the ruins over and over again.

Glancing at the old lady's body, Lian Ge paused his gaze, then turned around, raised his hand and waved lightly. In front of the old lady, there was some dust, broken tiles, and bricks with some wall dust. stone, and then parted towards the sides,

The scene under the ruins reappeared in front of my eyes.

Next to it, a group of ghost messengers first looked at the old lady's body, and then at the scene under the ruins, a little silent,

The caught middle-aged ghost messenger's eyes became redder,

"...Mom... Huiying..."

Somewhat painful, with red eyes, the middle-aged man called out,

Under the ruins separated by dust and broken tiles and broken bricks, a beam of wood lay horizontally,

This is the position of the bed in this room. A side wall collapsed, and the beam of the house was pressed against the side of the bed.

And beside the bed, there was a figure in pajamas and also without shoes on his feet, with his waist bent, his head buried, and his body curled up,

He hugged a seven or eight-year-old child tightly in his arms, protecting him under his body,

The crouching figure was the dead body of the middle-aged ghost messenger's wife, with some wounds from tiles all over her body, her back was deformed by the collapsed beams and the wall.There was some dust on his face, and his head was still facing down, as if he was still looking at the child under him.

The child barely survived with the support of her mother's body, and has passed out in a coma.

His closed eyes trembled from time to time, his gray face was full of fear, even though he was unconscious, one hand was still tightly clutching his mother's sleeve,

"...I beg the Heavenly Master, save Xiaoyi, save Xiaoyi..."

Looking at the child under the ruins, the middle-aged ghost messenger's wife and mother, her eyes became redder and anxious, and she turned around in a panic, begging Lian Ge.

"Master of Heaven..."

The middle-aged ghost messenger also turned his head, pleading eyes, and looked at Lian Ge.

Looking at the corpses of the middle-aged ghost's wife and mother under the ruins, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the comatose child.

Stretching out his hand and waving it lightly again, the beam that was pressing on the corpse moved aside,

Moving a few steps forward, Lian Ge walked up to the dead body of the middle-aged ghost messenger's wife.

Behind him, the middle-aged ghost messenger's wife and mother followed closely, walking over,

The captured middle-aged ghost guard looked at him and couldn't help but also moved forward.

The two ghost guards next to him were silent for a while, but they let go of the middle-aged ghost guard and let them walk towards their child.

It's just that after the middle-aged ghost messenger moved forward two steps, he stopped immediately, just nervous and anxious, looking towards that side,

"...I can't... get too close to him... I'm too dark..."

Whispering, the middle-aged ghost guard watched.

……

Looking at the mother tightly hugging the child under her body, the hands that have not been separated yet,

Lian Ge didn't wave his hand directly, let his hands go away,

"Your child is fine, you can let go."

After glancing at the anxious middle-aged ghost wife who followed her, and then at the dead body hugging her child tightly, Lian Ge said aloud,

The wife of the ghost messenger stood beside her, her anxious eyes dimmed for a moment, followed by the dead body's hands that tightly hugged her child seemed to loosen, and it seemed to hang down to the sides, and the whole body seemed to have lost its support. , and slowly fell to the side, the child who was tightly clutching his mother's sleeve hadn't let go of it, and moved a little while being pulled, but he still hadn't let go.

"He's fine, just a few scrapes."

Looking at the child again, Lian Ge spoke again.