"Is this common sense~!The table is so ignorant, and he looks stupid, really, I knew you were so stupid, I might as well search for the soul by myself~!" Blood Youzi said unceremoniously, and the stunned Jiao Tong was decisively awakened by the word 'soul searching' that would make him die, and he didn't bother to care about the feeling of being shocked and a little sequelae when he came back to his senses, so he only instinctively brushed his head and shook his head;

"Don't search for souls~!You ask, you ask and I answer~!"

“·· That's right~~" Blood Youzi said with a smile, then blinked his eyes and continued to ask, "Hey, how did you die? What year did you die? Also, it's the first time I've seen the existence of ghosts in the mortal world, I originally thought there wasn't, and what is the relationship between you and Sikong Junhao? What do you think you call him master, but you seem to hate it..."

Blood Youzi's string of questions directly smashed Jiao Tong into a daze, but in the 'soul search' that he knew was not a good thing just by listening to it, Jiao Tong finally stopped talking in Blood Youzi, and looked at him with bright eyes, he said, how can there be so many questions that are so spicy that they can be answered without pulling a question?

So, after Jiao Tong said that he couldn't answer the question, or directly talked about his experience, Xueyouzi was also more willing, waved his hand to seal Sikong Junhao's soul, and let him continue to 'sleep', and then floated to Jiao Tong with great interest, waiting for his 'story'.

Jiao Tong was not originally called by this name, his real name has long been forgotten, and perhaps someone may have tampered with him;

After all, since he was conscious, he has a memory. He was blank about his previous life, and he had only a black smoke soul left, and he seemed to have existed like this for a long time.

Jiao Tong's memories begin. The mortal world has not yet been so developed, but that is not the era in which Mo Qi was originally located, according to his own understanding later, the early stage of his consciousness should be the early stage of the human race after the initial exploration of the universe and the beginning of development;

At that time, everything was developing with each passing day. Even he is still free;

Yes, when the first consciousness awakens. Jiao Tong is a veritable 'lonely soul and wild ghost', always wandering in the world, even other planets, and he has also followed the footsteps of mortals to go there. It can be said that he has witnessed almost the entire prepart of the peak of the development of mortal science and technology~!

However. After many years of wandering without any intention, the first robot riot suddenly broke out on the mortal side, and for a while, the bloody and collapsing achievements everywhere made most of the planets in the mortal world return to the most primitive survival mode in a very short time, and they dare not even use the most basic electricity~!

However, this kind of heavy blow to the first time in the history of mortals made Jiao Tong, who had never had a heart, revive his emotions for the first time~!

The revolt and lust of the robots. Let too many mortals be directly annihilated on the planet that spread to almost ninety percent of the planets explored by humans, and this kind of bloodshed that is close to extinction. In addition to the sudden decrease in the number of living people, after too many living people die, although the probability is very low, there are also a lot of remnant souls remaining, which makes Jiao Tong surprised to find that he has many companions, and at the same time, he also remembers this originally insensitive human bloody history.

However, after Jiao Tong's first wave of surprises, more disappointment also came, most of these remnant souls who seemed to be the same as him had lost their memories of life, and then more seriously, they were all real remnant souls, only unconscious wandering, and there was no wisdom like Jiao Tong's ability to think at all;

However, after Jiao Tong was forced to leave the planet for the first time without the help of the tools of the Terrans and go to another planet after being disappointed and unacceptable, his disappointment finally got some comfort;

On other planets, not all remnant souls are remnant souls, but a very small number of them are souls that are similar to him, can think, and even remember the memories of their lives~!

Jiao Tong was very happy, this feeling of no longer being lonely made him cherish the few wise 'ghosts';

Hearing this, Blood Youzi couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows, according to what Jiao Tong said, he was able to pass through the universe with only his soul body at such an early stage, and he could also find the planet he had been to?

If it was a real ghost, the kind from the underworld, he wouldn't doubt it at all, but Jiao Tong, who currently seems to be a 'mortal ghost' from the mortal world, doesn't even have a complete soul, and after death, he doesn't know how many souls have passed, can he actually pass through?

Did he have some special abilities, or was he not from the mortal realm? Or was he lying?

Blood Youzi thought a lot, but looking at the 'wild ghost' who couldn't even condense the human form, didn't have the ability of the ghosts in the underworld at all, and the durability was obviously about to reach the limit, he said, it seems that there is no need to lie, it's a big deal, if it feels like lying again, just swallow him directly~~

〈( ̄) ̄) 〈Calmly ignoring the promise that 'if you tell the truth, you won't search for souls', Blood Youzi felt that his idea was very good, and then motioned for Jiao Tong to continue.

Jiao Tong and the group of ghosts got along on this Terran grave planet, wandering together, chatting together, and then listening to them talk about their lives;

However, every time the demons asked about his past, he was in a very bad mood, and after a few times, the demons stopped asking;

However, when those 'friends' repeatedly talked about his life for the Nth time and asked about his past again, he thought that this was it, and there was a precursor to a nightmare.

Every day, every time, exactly the same words, exactly the same inquiry, exactly the same apology;

When he became more and more angry, thinking that these friends were deliberately playing tricks on him, and he couldn't bear it, he suddenly found that every time he repeated, it always seemed that there would always be one or two little things missing, and next time, there would be no more, less and less, more and more mechanical, and even these black shadows that were similar to him were gradually reduced, Jiao Tong suddenly understood something;

A large black figure. Every day, every laughing and nostalgic talk about the past, and the companions around listen attentively;

Later, the shadows' feet were gone. Those memories only remember that they are important and profound after all, and every time you ask Jiao Tong, your reaction is also a little sluggish;

Then the legs of the figures were gone, and only the most important and unforgettable memories remained, but the inquiry had been forgotten, and even the expressions were gone. Only the empty eye sockets remained, and there were no marks for a long time, and they were almost indistinguishable from those remnant souls;

And then. It was no longer possible to maintain its human form, it turned into a thin black smoke, and the words were no more, just lifeless. Instinctively, he followed Jiao Tong, who was already desperate, and floated everywhere. One by one, they were annihilated.

Jiao Tong still remembered that the group of friends who had shown off how powerful, beautiful, and happy they were in their lives disappeared one by one, until the last one, when he wandered blankly to a place where mortals used to be a playground, but it had become a scorched earth. also disappeared silently.

The heart is numbed by despair, and the 'death' of one companion after another. He almost lost the ability to think, but instinctively he was no longer willing to go to every corner where he had wandered with his companions and laughter, but even lost his expression, and entered the scorched earth of the playground, and he no longer wanted to wander.

He is probably about the same, Jiao Tong's only thought in his heart at that time witnessed the annihilation of all his friends, only the most desperate him remained, and it won't be long before he disappears, right?

He sank lifelessly in the scorched earth, pretending that he no longer existed, that he would never move again, that he would never think about anything again;

However, this despair and dead silence did not last long, and these feelings became more and more like, and when he thought that he would also be at the time, after being completely blurred, he actually began to dream~!

A dream that is very vague, but feels unusually real~!

He dreamed that he had become a fetus, a complete stranger, who had only heard it from his former companions, and could not imagine what it was, soft, real, and, alive~!

Then he was born, and he became a red, wrinkled baby, and then, being held by a young woman, allowed him to experience everything more novel, such as being hungry, such as thinking about uh-huh, and for example, being able to clearly feel every inch, his own body that grew up as quickly as a blow.

Infants, toddlers, children, teenagers, youths, adults, men and women who have always been with them, from young to old, with their wives, children, grandchildren, and, farther, wider world, friends, colleagues, strangers;

However, all this, in the end, left in his memory, only the real feeling of becoming a fetus, the feeling of becoming a baby, a new world, and then it was all blurred;

When he grew up to the time when the baby was weaned, he also seemed to be out of consciousness, he knew all the joys, sorrows and sorrows that he experienced when he was alive, but he felt very strange, as if it was someone else, he thought about the voyeur witnessing everything about himself after weaning, but he couldn't interfere, he couldn't feel clearly, and he couldn't know that the life of the person who was alive, full of children and grandchildren, happy and happy, peaceful and satisfied, and buried in the soil, was his own or someone else's.

He didn't understand, as if he had gone through a lifetime, and it was like watching a lifetime of experience, which made him still think, but he lost consciousness again;

When he became conscious again, he turned into a fetus again and started all over again;

Speak up, grow up, live and grow old, everything is the same as the last time, but different, it is another person's life, still related to him, but after weaning, it also disconnects him from the real world.

Again and again, every real fetus and infant, every life to death, either happy or miserable;

He felt like a toy, controlled by an invisible hand, allowing him to experience life over and over again, but he could never really experience it, only being numb by the real and vague illusory scenes of life, and later on, he had completely given up, from the fetus to the baby, gave up hunger, gave up sleeping, gave up all intentions to continue, coldly watched those young men and women panic to despair, injected the young and immature body into countless cold potions, and then died in the skinny.

Again and again, when the death of despair lasted ten times, he suddenly found that when he looked at the blue and white body that should be his own, which could be covered with a slap like a skeleton, and was sent into the incinerator by the sound of mournful crying, he had already been numb, and it was always a vague feeling, but it suddenly became clear~!

There is pain, touch, smell, and even hunger~!

The appearance of these surprises made him almost think it was a hallucination, but after a while, he realized that these feelings were real, but it was still his body that was like black smoke, not the ashes that had become charred and crumbled in the incinerator;

What's going on? Can you feel these things? So, if you are like this, is you alive or dead?

He suddenly wanted to think about it seriously, but when the coke in the red-hot incinerator had also turned into a small handful of gray ash, he lost consciousness again, as he had done after every 'death' before.

However, this time was different, he felt that he had been unconscious for a long, long time, and when he was conscious again, he actually saw people~!living people~!Moreover, these living people could see him~!

He wanted to ask them what was going on, and how they could see him, however, what shocked him even more was that he saw more people, as well as those who were once familiar and strange, and who didn't know how long they had been sealed in the depths of memory, before the living suffered that bloody extermination, it was even grander than then, full of prosperity, and the prosperity of the whole planet~!

He was shocked, and he couldn't figure out how long time had passed, those lives he had experienced, those companions who wanted to be deliberately forgotten, but deeply engraved in his heart, those ruins, he couldn't think about it anymore.

And those who could see him were extremely dissatisfied with him for being so sluggish, and then they suddenly intervened;

He only remembered that those living people suddenly raised their hands and pressed some buttons on the half-human-high platform in front of him, and then he realized that he was actually in a transparent cover like a cage, and those people activated it, which made him taste unforgettable pain, and brutally directly tore open his body, as if he was going to do something~!

Too painful memory, when he woke up afterwards, only remembered the words of those living people, only remembered; )