Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Wang Keshan looked at the small box that everyone on the bus held, which seemed like an independent world. He asked in confusion:

"Zhou Leng, what are they holding? And the small box that we saw just now that said Sichuan Army, is it unique to this era?"

Zhou Leng briefly introduced him to the mobile phone and the TV that played advertisements on the bus.

Wang Keshan said with relief: "That's great. We will have more guns and ammunition, and we will not be short of medicine and food. The soldiers won't have to suffer from cold and hunger anymore."

"Not anymore, never again."

Wang Keshan said with emotion:

"You told me that 1945 was the year of victory in the war of resistance against Japan. People here are remembering history. But if my comrades knew 1945, they would be happy to know that we won in the end. But they don't know when 1945 will come."

Zhou Leng had no choice but to remain silent, and Wang Keshan actually didn't expect any answer. He was just sighing and reminiscing.

On the way to the airport, the two of them were busy all the time. Zhou Leng kept answering questions. By the time they got off the car, Wang Keshan already had a general idea of ​​the basic items in modern society, but he had not had the opportunity to try and experience them.

The two "wandering ghosts" did not need to check their tickets. They only needed to find the plane to Shu and "follow" the passengers to board the plane. They sat down obediently in the empty seats in the back row. Although they could stand upside down or wander around the cabin, their instincts as living people still dominated their behavior.

Wang Keshan did not feel weightlessness, nor did he feel a push on his back, nor did he feel the discomfort of a pricking pain in his eardrums. He looked out through the window, at the buildings that were getting smaller and smaller, but the lights that were still visible, and at the capital that was moving away, and its prosperity that he could never get enough of.

Zhou Leng was naturally still resting her eyes. She felt that for this mission, she only needed to follow Wang Keshan to protect him and let Wang Keshan witness the prosperity. However, she forgot that she had no money, and she also forgot that many things were never that simple.

There was no conversation along the way and we landed safely.

After an hour's journey, they arrived at their destination. After stepping out of the cabin door, Zhou Leng grabbed Wang Keshan's wrist and flew directly into the air. The two of them flew with the wind for dozens of miles and arrived at a cenotaph.

Zhou Leng learned from Yan Xiaosong's memory that there is only a monument to Wang Keshan's regiment in the Martyrs' Cemetery. The bodies of the heroes of their regiment were not buried because of the brutality of the battlefield and the loss of positions, and are now nowhere to be found.

There were three siblings in the Wang family. The brother-in-law, sister and Wang Keshan all died in the war. At that time, the young six-year-old brother and mother were the only ones left at home. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, the mother and son built a cenotaph for their three relatives.

A thin layer of dust was silent on the tombstone. Wang Keshan looked at the tombstones of his mother and brother behind him. He wanted to reach out and wipe them but he didn't touch anything. He murmured:

"So many years have passed, and I don't know how they are doing now. Now I can't even visit their graves. I was so passionate when I left, but now that I have returned, I can't even feel the coldness of the tombstones."

Zhou Leng cast a spell to allow the two people to cross the barrier and appear in reality.

Wang Keshan removed the fallen leaves and swept the dust. He looked at the familiar names on the tombstone and wondered how his brother and mother were doing during the decades they were away.

"The world is no longer the one I am familiar with. I don't have the relatives and comrades I know anymore."

"Your brother's descendants are still around. Do you want to go and see them?"

Wang Keshan was silent and did not answer.

A roar spread across the wilderness in the middle of the night.

"How dare you, you monsters, go out and cause trouble at night. This is China, not a place for you to run wild. I am the person in charge of this area, surrender quickly."

Zhou Leng frowned and looked sideways. The young man in a Zhongshan suit was pointing at the two of them. He was filled with righteous indignation, his eyes were angry as if he saw an enemy. Before she could explain anything, the man's angry voice came again:

"You two actually insulted the martyrs, and you even dressed up as heroes to provoke me. I will arrest you today and let justice judge you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wooden sword about the length of his forearm flew out of the man's hand and attacked him.

Zhou Leng wondered where this middle school boy came from. She stepped forward to block Wang Keshan, pulled out the branch above her head and swung the wooden sword, which flew backwards and hit the man. Before the man could react, he was tied up by an invisible force.

"You guys... wuwuwu."

Seeing that the other party was making noise, Zhou Leng sealed his mouth.

Wang Keshan looked back at Zhou Leng and said, "There's no need to hurt him. Now that we have revealed ourselves, let him go and leave."

Zhou Leng shrugged and said, "Okay, but he's quite interesting. How did he find this place in the middle of the night? Forget it, let's leave him alone and go."

After Zhou Leng untied the man, he returned to his ghostly state and the two planned to leave.

The man looked at the two people who suddenly disappeared. He quickly took out a pair of glasses from his backpack and put them on. Then he pointed the wooden sword in the direction the two people left and shouted:

"You two ghosts, as expected, my magic weapon can't be wrong. You two ghost spies, are you here to destroy the aura of my heroic spirit, or are you here to look for something? I tell you, I have sent a signal, you can't run away!"

Zhou Leng turned his head to look at the man, with surprise on his face. How could this guy see the two of them? This was really weird. Could there be other ghosts in this world?

It was the middle of the night, in a deserted cemetery, there was a tied man and two serious-looking ghosts.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

Zhou Leng did not untie the man's restraints. She went forward and searched the man's backpack and pockets, and found several crude magic tools and his personal documents.

Zhou Leng checked the other party's ID one by one. The man's name was Lu Zhenjun, a very middle-aged name, but he was only 23 years old and a local.

"Are you an official? What kind of organization is the Expeller Association? How come I have never heard of it?"

Lu Zhenjun still glared at the two of them angrily, his expression clearly saying: I won't say anything, just give up on this idea.

Zhou Leng pointed at Wang Keshan and said:

"His name is Wang Keshan, a new ghost who died in the Battle of Shanghai. He is an anti-Japanese hero. You shouldn't look at him like that. My name is Zhou Leng, an old ghost who has been dead for so many years that I don't even remember. You can look at me angrily, I don't care."

Lu Zhenjun looked at Zhou Leng and the others suspiciously, with doubt and distrust in his eyes. He had only seen some ghosts and monsters, and he had only seen Shuten-doji sent by the island country as a complete human ghost. That was a handsome young ghost. It caught beautiful virgins everywhere to plunder their spirits and eat their bodies. In the end, the department dispatched many powerful magicians to eliminate the ghost. He was deeply impressed.

Lu Zhenjun suspected that these two ghosts were also perverted ghosts sent by the island country to cause trouble here. After all, this was not the first time such a thing had happened.

Zhou Leng looked at Lu Zhenjun fiercely and said:

"I'll open the seal and let you talk. If we were the evil people you suspected, we would have killed you long ago. Why would we interrogate you here? Besides, Wang Keshan looks righteous and upright. Does he look like that wretched perverted ghost? We weren't originally here. We came to this world inexplicably. Anyway, we are not bad people."

Zhou Leng finished speaking and unleashed the spell.

Lu Zhenjun questioned what the other party said, but he did not argue or question. Although he had only been working for more than a year, he still had the necessary equipment. Their organization had been fighting with the island country for many years, so naturally they had equipment to identify whether it was their own side or the ghosts.