Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

With a habitual smile on Zhou Qun's thin face, he watched Lin Zhenxuan come over and smiled reluctantly: "Captain, you are back."

His voice is weak.

A pair of eyes lacked expression, slightly dim.

"Small group."

Several people from Lin Zhenxuan spoke.

"Sit down, captain."

Tang Xuewen pointed to the bench next to him and motioned them to sit down.

"Do not bother."

Lin Zhenxuan shook his head.

"We just stand."

Zhou Qun smiled.

"Captain, how's it going? Did this business trip go well."

"You kid, when have you still cared about this, don't worry, it has been resolved."

Lin Zhenxuan cursed with a wry smile, with sadness on his face.

He watched Zhou Qun grow up. He was only 20 years old when he joined the guard house and was still a hairy boy.

But now...

He was not dead yet, but something like this happened.

"Just solve it." Zhou Qun smiled on his pale face.

"It's a pity... I dragged down Xuewen and couldn't go with you."

"Xiaoqun, what are you talking about."

Tang Xuewen glared at him, but seeing his frail appearance, he couldn't help but dodge his eyes, as if he didn't dare to look.

"You...you did it to save me..."

"Brother Xuewen."

Zhou Qun interrupted Xu Xuewen.

"I am self-protection, what is to save you, and put less gold on my face."

"Good, good."

Tang Xuewen hurriedly shut up.

"Wait for you, let's kill ghosts together."

Xu Xuewen comforted.

Some hope flashed in Zhou Qun's eyes, but it dimmed in an instant.

"Brother Xuewen, I know my body."

"Hey, I'm afraid this time I'm really going to die."

He is obviously the youngest person present, but these words speak of a twilight feeling.

The old lady sitting on the side gave him a false blow.

"You melon boy, talking nonsense, be careful not to give you food."

"How old are you? I'm not dead yet, can I still reach you?"

Lin Zhenxuan and others knew.

Zhou Qun told the truth.

He was seriously injured in the last ghost incident and was in a state of near recovery.

Had it not been for the ghost-level ghost in Lucheng last time, and Lin Zhenxuan and others were not there, Zhou Qun would not be allowed to deal with it.

After the eruption of ghost power that time, he had reached the limit.

"team leader."

Zhou Qun looked at Lin Zhenxuan again.

Hear the words.

Lin Zhenxuan quickly took a step.

"After I died, my pension was given to Xuewen. This is the dowry I promised not to suffer. Xuewen, you must not embezzle the private money. You will help me donate the others to those who have lost their parents. Your child."

He had said so much in one breath, and his voice had begun to weaken.

"Um..."

Tang Xuewen couldn't hold back a bit, splashes flashed in his eyes, and Lin Zhenxuan nodded.

"Cough cough cough."

suddenly.

Zhou Qun began to cough violently.

The old lady hurriedly helped him rub his chest gently.

"Silly boy, don't say it, don't say it, you will...you will get better."

The old lady was in tears, she really liked this shy child who would smile and call grandma when she met.

Zhou Qun finally stopped his cough, grinned, and blood was flowing out of his mouth.

Layers of sweat spread out on his forehead,

He didn't stop, watching the old lady continue to talk trembling.

"Grandma, take care of yourself."

"Good boy, grandma knows, grandma knows, stop talking."

Zhou Qun smiled and turned his head.

He looked at Lin Zhenxuan and the others.

"Captain, Xiaoqun... can't be with you and fight side by side..."

The eyes of Lin Zhenxuan and others turned red.

They want to find comfort, but they don't know how to comfort.

Zhou Qun kept talking.

It's just that the sound is getting smaller and smaller.

The corners of his mouth are purple and his hands are shaking.

He looked at the little girl who was lying on the side of his bed and holding her face in tears.

Reached out and touched her head.

"No bitterness, no crying, uncle... I promised you... I might not be able to get you married..."

"You... don't blame uncle..."

"Uncle is a badass, uncle promised me, uncle promised me!"

The little girl cried out with tears and nose.

With his head buried.

Zhou Qun's chapped lips didn't have the strength to split.

"Well...Listen to Dad...Mom..."

His face turned flush in the last blink of an eye.

The strength seems to be greater.

He looked up at Xu Xuewen.

"Brother Xuewen.. After I left, I was buried with my dad.. My mother.."

"I... miss them..."

"They... come... pick up... I... Dad... Mom..."

Before the voice died, his head dropped weakly.

The whole figure looked like a deflated ball, quickly wilting.

This change has greatly changed the faces of these people who are still listening to him.

"Doctor! Doctor!!"

"Xiaoqun, hold on, the doctor is here!"

Tang Xuewen Lin Zhenxuan and the others moved one after another, either pressing the emergency call button on the wall, or disappearing in the room to find a doctor.

Only the old lady held Zhou Qun's hand tightly in her arms.

"Guawazi...Guawazi."

Her mouth kept talking, and she could feel Zhou Qun's body had begun to cold.

Outside.

The doctor and several nurses rushed in.

But at this time, there is no way to go back to heaven.

Only a few minutes later, they announced that Zhou Qun was dead.

The tears in Tang Xuewen's eyes finally fell.

The old lady and Tang Buku were even crying into tears.

Lin Zhenxuan couldn't hold back the others, their eye circles were red.

"Doctor, please go out first, and just prepare the car later."

Lin Zhenxuan whispered to the doctor.

The reason why he let the doctor go first.

It was because they had to do special treatment on Zhou Qun's body.

To prevent the ghost in his body from recovering.

And it needs to be cremated quickly, these are things the ghost masters knew when they joined the guard house.

The doctor nodded.

Being able to be a doctor here also knows everything about ghost masters.

They did not speak, and left quietly.

These doctors are used to this kind of thing.

Every ghost rider will come to this hospital when the hammer is dead. Behind these ghost riders, they have paid more or less.

"Hey, Xuewen, don't be too sad."

"Xiaoqun... he is... good."

Lin Zhenxuan patted Xu Xuewen on the shoulder.

He turned his head, took out a cigarette, walked to the window and lit it.

Just when he just took a sip, his eyes suddenly condensed, and the ghost eyes on his forehead flashed by.

Outside the window.

There was a trace of ghost mist, slowly sinking into the room like running water.

[Author's digression]: Banknotes Banknotes