Also strange.

Bored and waiting for reincarnation, this body can't touch anything, can't go anywhere, no one can see him, and he can't touch anyone.

I don't know when saw the King of Hell and when crossed the Naihe Bridge.

Looking up at the sky, who does not miss the world.

But life and death depended on it, and he had no choice.

The sky darkened, until the pitch-black horizon connected to the day when the downpour had no sign of stopping.

Jiang was also a little anxious.

Mainly fear.

Don't look at how he usually screams, in fact, the most timid, afraid of the dark, afraid of thunder, afraid of ghosts.

I am afraid of myself now.

He looked at the spooky cemetery where no one was around, and he didn't miss the world at all.

He wants to be reincarnated, it is heaven or hell, some ghost must come to pick him up.

He didn't want to be so frightened of a lonely ghost.

Died once, but can't stand torture.

Psychological fears can be far more frightening than physical changes.

The rain continued until midnight.

This thunder struck with vigour and vigour, constantly testing the bottom line of Jiang also being scared to death again.

When he was on the verge of collapse and wished to ascend to the sky immediately, he saw a figure walking over on a path not far away with an umbrella and heavy steps.

Jiang also felt that there was nothing happier than seeing a living person in a cemetery in the middle of the night.

I hope that the tombstone of the mourning relatives will be closer to me, and the people who come and talk about it more are equivalent to accompany me indirectly.

Then he saw the tall and slender figure standing in front of his monument.

Men are tall.

Jiang also sat on the monument and raised his head, just in time to see his jawline hidden under the umbrella.

Perfect lines, a young handsome guy.

Jiang was so bored that even men began to study.

After waiting for a while, Jiang also thought he was looking at the photos and names on the monument, but it turned out to be one point, five points, ten points... Twenty minutes passed, and the man was still standing in front of the monument.

Jiang, who had been waiting for someone to come a second ago, was also a little timid. Now, these days, there shouldn't be people squatting to rob tombs, right?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if there was a hole in the sky, and it kept pouring down.

The thunder and lightning rang in his ears, and Jiang also shivered in fright.

The man standing in front of his tombstone finally moved.

The umbrella in the man's hand fell, his soft and thick black hair was wet on his forehead in an instant, and his drooping eyes had long since disappeared from the bottomless cold pool of the dark swamp, dyed with a thick layer of despair. .

That nose, eyes, and face made Jiang, who thought he was the most handsome in the world, jumped off the monument in an instant.

Not too handsome.

But - Xu Zhi, the big man who shocked the business genius at home and abroad and later came out of the circle with his good looks, what is he doing standing in front of his monument?

Jiang also waved his arms curiously doing useless work.

He kept brushing his presence in front of his eyes, trying to tell him, hey, big guy, got the wrong person.

All the men who were jumping up and down and frozen in front of him knelt down heavily.

The business leader who was praised by the global media and admired and feared by all business circles just knelt before his grave without saying a word.

The man stared at the photo in front of the monument with a deep sadness in his eyes.

The tall and straight body that was called the most perfect figure by outsiders seemed to be bent over by the rain in an instant, his hands were on the ground in front of the monument, and his whole face was buried.

Even if he can't see his face and expression, Jiang, who has played a role with good empathy ability, also feels a strong sense of despair.

from the man in front of him.

A man kneeling in front of his monument.

Chapter 2 After Seven Days and Seven Nights

This kneeling made Jiang also stunned.

He jumped off the tombstone, squatted beside the man and looked forward, looking at it carefully, the photo was clearly visible, and the capitalized tomb of Jiang Yezhi was also clearly written in block letters.

He turned his head around, and he didn't even think about whether the boss was drinking too much or using his brain too much, and the tombstone could admit it was wrong.

The man knelt all night, and it rained all night.

Jiang Ye went from squatting to sitting to circling around the tombstone and finally jumped on the tombstone out of boredom.

If the man hadn't raised his head, he would have thought he was asleep.

It was a hot day in June, but it couldn't bear the heavy rain for a day and a night, and the night wind was blowing, with bursts of coolness.

It's dawn and it's cold.

Jiang also thought, the sky is clear and the sun is out, the boss should come back to his senses, right?

The sun is out, but the rain has not stopped.

The man raised his head, his scarlet eyes were dyed with bottomless holes.

Jiang Ye's grief stopped.

He is not stupid either.

It is impossible for the boss to admit the wrong inscription, why does it feel like he is still crying? The kind of despair that comes from the bottom of one's bones, people can't help but tremble when they approach, as if abandoned by the world, suddenly lost their faith, like a walking dead, and lost their anger.

On the second night, the rain did not seem to stop, and the thunder struck more and more violently.

The man remained motionless and closed his eyes as he knelt there in the rain, which made Jiang also a little anxious.

Even a dead man felt like he was going to lose his mind after a few days of restless sleep. This big living man knelt down here in the rain for two nights, why did he die?

Jiang also began to be so anxious that he was doing useless work again and again...

Third night, fourth night, fifth night...

In addition to the unpredictable Tian'er who was still vile and unpredictable, the unshakable figure in front of the monument, and Jiang Ye, who was squatting in front of the man in a dazed statue.

After a few days, he didn't have the time to be afraid of the dark, thunder and ghosts, so he held his chin and stared at the man in front of him.

His eyebrows were covered by wet broken hair, his eyes were closed and he couldn't see his expression, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his thin lips were white with blood loss.

Every detail of the entire face was precisely engraved on the tip of a knife. Jiang was also shocked by his appearance, but also worried that he would not be able to bear it.

In the past few days, he has had countless ideas. Is the boss a fan of his own?

It's a silly, sweet and brainless fairy tale drama. The big guy has a lot of time to watch brainless movies, and because he has little knowledge about the business circle, the media is very concerned about this. A big man who was born and won half of the business district in one fell swoop is described as follows: ——Exalted and arrogant, wealthy and powerful, with thunderous methods, mysterious and unpredictable.