Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

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"Some of them had ancestors who were soldiers of the Zhenbei Army, and some were just civilians who wanted to live in peace. Look at what they look like now!" A walking corpse in a coarse cloth jacket suddenly raised his head. Around his neck hung half a wolf tooth pendant - that was the mark of the descendants of the Zhenbei Army that Zhao Hu mentioned. Although this body had lost consciousness, when it saw the military emblem in the firelight, it raised its hands with difficulty and made a gesture of bowing. The black fog suddenly rolled violently, and the ghost king's spear was inserted into the ground. The spear shaft trembled and made a sound like a dragon's roar. "I just want the world to know the truth!" His voice was filled with pain and anger, "Three hundred years! I have watched my enemies enjoy glory in the underworld, and watched my old subordinates displaced. How can I be willing to accept this!" Shen Yanzhi walked up to the walking corpse of the descendant of the Zhenbei Army and took out a talisman to return to life and stuck it on his forehead. The talisman glowed faintly, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in the zombie's eyes. He looked in the direction of the Ghost King, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but he eventually fell to the ground powerlessly, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating. "His name is Zhao Xiaowu, the nephew of Zhao Hu from Black Wind Ridge." Shen Yanzhi watched the dissipating green smoke, "He said that as long as he could clear the general's name, he would be willing to die. But he shouldn't have died this way." He turned to the Ghost King, "I will make the truth you want public. But who should these innocent people implicated by you seek justice from?" The Ghost King fell silent. The wailing in the black fog gradually subsided, and the zombies stopped bowing and just stood there blankly. Su's shadow floated to the Ghost King's side, gently touching his cracked black armor, and the black energy gradually subsided under her touch. "Back then, when you were guarding the border, you were protecting the people here." Shen Yanzhi lowered his voice. "Now, you've made them the vessels of your resentment. Is this really what you want?" He pulled out the two-piece Chilong jade pendant from his bosom. The jade pendant emitted a soft glow within the Yin-Yang formation. "General Qin, you want justice, not revenge." The Ghost King's helmet suddenly clanged to the ground, revealing Zhang Gangyi's face. Half of his face was normal skin color, while the other half was a bluish-black hue, as if it had been corroded by Yin energy for too long. He looked at the walking corpses on the ground, then at Su's phantom, and his clenched fists slowly loosened. "I..." He had just opened his mouth when he began to cough violently. The black air he coughed out condensed into a small model of Langjuxu City in the air, but it quickly dissipated after coming into contact with the light of the jade pendant. "I simply wanted them to see that I, Qin Yue, had never colluded with the enemy!" Shen Yanzhi pointed toward the county town. "But they can't see it. They only see the black fog covering the city, their loved ones reduced to zombies. What you're doing now is no different than what Prince Rui did when he framed you—using force to conceal the truth and exploiting the suffering of innocent people to achieve your goals." Su's shadow suddenly bowed to the Ghost King Yingying before slowly dissipating into a golden glow. Before fading, her fingertips pointed at the blazing glow of the dossier, where a scene emerged of the Zhenbei Army's triumphant return: Qin Yue on horseback, followed by cheering soldiers, civilians scattering flowers along the road, and Su standing at the city gate, clutching a newly crafted suit of armor. As the Ghost King watched, the dark energy from his armor suddenly receded. He picked up his spear from the ground, but instead of pointing it at anyone, he turned the tip and gently stabbed himself in the chest. Black energy gushed out of the wound, condensing into countless points of light in the air. Like fireflies, it flew across the county, landing on the zombies. The zombies touched by the light suddenly trembled, their cloudy eyes gradually regaining their spirit. An old woman looked at her scratched hands, suddenly remembering something and running towards home: "My grandson! I want to find my grandson!" More and more zombies regained consciousness, crying and shouting for their loved ones, the black fog gradually fading with their cries. "The rest is up to you." The Ghost King's figure became increasingly transparent, and the gold-powdered patterns on his black armor re-illuminated. "In three days, I will open the Ghost Gate and let all the wronged souls reincarnate. But the matter of Prince Rui and the fake prince..." "I will let everyone know." Shen Yanzhi clenched the jade pendant. "I will bring the files to the emperor. If the emperor is unjust, I will post these all over the streets of the capital." The Ghost King looked at him and suddenly smiled. There was no resentment in this smile, only relief. He bowed to Shen Yanzhi. The general who once guarded the border now looked like an ordinary old man, weathered, but finally letting go of his obsession. "Thank you." As the words fell, his figure completely dissipated in the golden light. The black fog of the county government office also receded, revealing the blue sky. Shen Yanzhi walked out of the county government office and saw Wang Hu supporting an old woman. She was the one who rushed to the carriage before. She had regained consciousness at this moment, but there were still traces of tears on her face. "Mr. Shen, the black fog in the city has dissipated!" The veterans cheered and pointed to the center of the county town. The shadow of the Langjuxu City there was dissipating, revealing the original City God Temple. The sun shone through the clouds and shone on the archway of the City God Temple. The three words "City God Temple" glowed with golden light again, as if they had been purified. Shen Yanzhi looked up and saw countless points of light floating in the sky. They were the wronged souls released by the Ghost King, flying towards the east - that was the direction of reincarnation. He touched the Chilong pendant in his arms. The jade pendant had become warm, and the patterns on the ghost face were no longer hideous. Instead, it seemed to be guarding something. "We should prepare to go to the capital." Shen Yanzhi said to Wang Hu. He knew that the road to exonerating Qin Yue was not over yet, and the conspiracy of Prince Rui and the fake prince must be exposed. But at this moment, his heart was very calm, because he understood that justice might be late, but it would never be absent, whether in the world of the living or in the underworld. The Yin-Yang formation at the gate of the county government office was still glowing, and the files at the center of the formation had turned to ashes, but the words "loyalty" and "courage" were left on the ground. Shen Yanzhi bent down and collected the ashes of these two words. This was the last mark Qin Yue left on the world. He knew that these ashes would be like seeds, taking root and sprouting at the right time, so that more people would remember that there was a general who had endured three hundred years of injustice in order to protect his country. The county town gradually regained its vitality. The people were cleaning the streets, some were looking for their lost relatives, and some were burning incense and praying in front of the City God Temple. As Shen Yanzhi watched all this, he suddenly remembered Liu Laoli's words: "The truth is like a seed; as long as it's buried, it will eventually break through." He gripped the mahogany sword at his waist and turned toward the capital. This time, he was no longer alone. Behind him were countless eyes hoping for justice, and the spirit of the general, finally at peace, watched over him from the shadows.