The dry wind was whistling in the ears, the soles of the feet were an incomprehensible mist, and the team moved forward step by step, and the surrounding crowd was silent.

I don't dare to look up, for fear that if I am not careful, I will be seen to be different from other ghosts. Only like everyone else, hang your head and move step by step.

Ghosts are formed only after death, and looking at their own bodies, I regret that I know that I must be dead. But I don't understand exactly how he died, obviously I was watching the World Cup with my boyfriend last night, why did my soul surface in the middle of the night.

After watching the distance from his body slowly widen, no matter how desperately he tried to swim back to his body, he couldn't swim back. As if there was atmospheric pressure, it was pressed down by an invisible pressure, and it was on the 20th floor, the 18th floor, and the 17th floor...... It wasn't until she fell into a dark space and saw two strange-looking people wearing plain linen clothes with thorns tied around their waists, and slapped her that she stopped falling.

I don't understand, is this a dream or what?

I didn't cry, I just kept thinking about what to do if it was true, and when I would wake up from this dream if it wasn't true.

The two strange people were talking in a dull voice she didn't understand, and there seemed to be a burst of force in the sound waves that carried her towards them. Since then, the body has involuntarily followed them, and has been following.

Later, Xin Xi found out that she was only a member of this team, and many translucent souls like her appeared around her, but there were not so many at first, and slowly more and more, more and more.

There was already a black patch around him. All the spirits kept the same motion, floating and moving forward.

At first, each soul still had expressions on their faces, but they were different, some were angry, some were crying, some were panicked, some were sad, it could be said that there were all kinds of expressions in the world, but as the drift lasted for a long time, slowly these expressions began to disappear, and everyone's expressions became wooden. I don't know how long I've been drifting.

Except for the two weird people who occasionally appeared and the growing number of ghosts behind them, nothing seemed to change.

I once took advantage of the disappearance of the two strange people and secretly touched the person next to me, but the person next to me didn't react at all. She realized that the people around her had basically lost consciousness, but why was she still conscious?

I don't know if it's a dream after all, but she hasn't stopped thinking about why it feels like they've been moving and the environment around them hasn't changed at all, maybe it's just a circular space, and slowly as the two weird people appear more and more, she seems to be able to understand what they're talking about.

"It's coming. ”

"There are still a few left. ”

Until this time they appeared, they didn't say anything, but took off the hemp rope from their waists, and their sackcloth clothes hung down in unison, and they began to chant some tune incessantly.

"Don't cut life, don't cut death, step lock seal, step lock life. ”

This tune is constantly chanting, sometimes long and sometimes short, and I regret that I have been silent, could it be that I can still understand the ghost and learn a foreign language?

This time they drifted in the black for I don't know how long, and the strange two didn't leave them.

The murmur has been echoing in my ears, until a little red light is revealed in the darkness, and I regret that I drifted closer and secretly glanced at it only to find that it was a red flower, maybe this is the legendary Manzhu Sawah, but I didn't dare to touch it, for fear of being found different, if they found that this ghost still had thoughts and movements, would it die and die, and I didn't dare to think about it.

Gradually, there were more and more lights, the surrounding murmurs slowly disappeared, and her team slowly dispersed, and finally they were left with only one discharge, and there was no end in sight.

She waited, drifted, waited, and finally arrived at a square glowing with blue light.

There was still a faint fog around the square, and I saw a person in a red official uniform sitting in the middle from a distance, I don't know what was written in the middle of the strokes, and there were two red lanterns around him that kept spinning.

The people in front of him appeared one by one, and then he bowed his head and muttered a few words, and then with a wave of his hand, the soul disappeared, and everyone just moved forward with the inertia, is this the judge I have heard of?

I couldn't help but want to hear what was muttering out of his mouth.

"Huh?" A voice close to thunder rang in his ears, and the sudden voice raised his brows in fright, only to see that he was pulled down in front of the red official uniform in an instant.

At this moment, I had to raise my head, which had been low for a long time, and looked straight at the beige-faced, expressionless red official uniform man in front of me.

"I didn't even enter the dream. The man in the red official uniform stared at his heart with straight eyes and muttered to himself. His right hand was raised slightly, and a compass glowing with a little fluorescence appeared in his hand.

Xin Xi looked at the man in official uniform and the compass in his hand with horror, the compass seemed to turn left and right a few times, and stopped when it turned to a certain position, and then a point of light appeared upward.

"Heh, it's actually a short-lived ghost in the tenth life. ”

This brainless word and sentence stirred up the little head that was originally frightened and completely dizzy.

"What, the tenth life of the short-lived ghost?" "I regret how unlucky I am? Is it so short-lived for ten consecutive lives? That is to say, this inexplicably became a ghost because I was a short-lived ghost? I had a feeling of being overwhelmed by a boulder, how many years less did I live than ordinary people, and I was actually the life of a short-lived ghost for ten consecutive lives.

"Can you still speak? can you still speak?" the official man did not use a thunderous voice this time, but an eager voice kept asking.

"Uh. I don't know how to answer, isn't it here that ghosts can't speak? Seeing him ask so eagerly, I don't know if it is a good or bad thing for me to speak, and whether he will die a worse death.

"Jade." The man in the official uniform didn't know what he was talking about, and roared softly.

In a few moments, a child with a warm green complexion appeared beside him. The top of the head is smooth, with two small braids on both sides, the braids are only an inch long, and the end is tied with a red hanging tassel, which echoes the small red belly pocket worn on the body, and the whole looks like an indescribable sense of joy.

"What are you doing? Honglang, I'm very busy, I'm grinding ink for the Bodhisattva. The child looked very dissatisfied, and muttered with a small mouth.

"There is a soul here, it can still think and speak and understand our words, I just calculated it with the Seven Stars Hexagram, it is a short-lived ghost of the tenth life, where do you send the Bodhisattva to see if there is any creation, if not, go directly to the reincarnation platform. ”

"Hey, can you still speak the language?" the child suddenly became interested, and his expression slowly became very curious from the initial dissatisfaction.

"Hurry up and take it away, I will also part the souls of the people behind, if the Bodhisattva has no other instructions, you can take her directly to Meng Po's place. I don't know how the first few times I parted ways, how could I be a short-lived ghost in the tenth life. The judge, named Honglang, shook his head in confusion, as if something had gone wrong.

The child flicked his chubby little fingers, and he flew away like a corn cob. They flew in a certain direction.

It was only a matter of moments for the child to take his heart to a place full of lotus flowers.

There are lotus flowers in the underworld, although they are green lotuses. But after all, it's a lotus.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Honglang said that this soul can speak our dark language, let me bring it and ask if there is any creation?" The child's mouth opened and closed, not knowing who he was talking to, which made Xinxi feel very confused, is there anyone in this place?

I couldn't help but look east and west, but I couldn't see anything, except for large green lotuses.

I only heard a voice in my head, which seemed to be far away, ethereal.

"What are you looking at?"

Well, does anyone speak, why do you feel it in your head? Could it be that the bodhisattva in the child's mouth is talking to himself in the air? This question instantly exploded in Xinxi's mind.

"Sure enough, I didn't enter the dream. It was the same voice that continued to ring in my head.

"Bodhisattva, can she hear you?" the child looked at him even more in amazement.

What is it, should it be inaudible, should it be audible or not?

What are you looking at me doing, is the Bodhisattva on your head? Or is it in your own body? If you hear it now, is there some great secret? Will you kill yourself again? What is the ghost dying again? Is there a ghost? Is there still a chance to return to the world?

"Hehehehehehe. A reassuring laugh echoed in Xinxi's mind.

"The tenth short-lived ghost is really thoughtful. The deep voice echoed in my head.

"Lu Yu, take her to Meng Po and push her into the Heavenly Dao. The voice hasn't been heard since.

"Yes, Bodhisattva. The child's voice showed a hint of caution.