Chapter 3: The Undead Girl

For the first time, there was the concept of being an immortal.

And this change is not only the result of waking up to witness the vicissitudes of life in the past two hundred and forty-three years, but also the result of the incomparably thick and vast, eternal and eternal root qi accumulated by this planet over the past billions of years when he used the Wa Emperor's Dharma Body to communicate with the earth dragon veins of the entire planet to recover from his injuries.

After the evolution of this short-lived species to the long-lived species, the cognitive transformation of the concept of time made the fireworks' own roots much warmer, just like the sharp corners of the stone were sharpened, although it lost its sharpness, but it achieved a warm jade.

This change did not make her cultivation improve by half, nor did she sublimate her heart at all, but there are some wonderful things about it, which are not clear in words, not in detail, only in subtle ways.

Aside from the sparse pedestrians, convenience stores are still very dutifully open.

For the customers who came in, it was obvious that there were some weird shrine maidens dressed as beautiful girls, but the clerk at the convenience store completed the reception very plainly.

Although it is said to be a local custom, there is no need to really mix with ordinary humans, for her obvious eye-catching dress, she doesn't like to be as bright as a light bulb for others to see and then let out such an exclamation as a beautiful witch lady, and it causes those ugly desires of human beings to be perceived by herself to disgust herself.

Therefore, similar spells that eliminate their own sense of existence and are not noticeable have been cast many times ago.

There was an extra box of Pocky in her hand when she came out of the convenience store, although she wanted to buy a lot of snacks and the like before entering the convenience store, but after she really entered, she suddenly became a little tasteless, she was able to stop drinking and eating, and the reason why she kept eating was a habit and a taste of enjoyment.

However, this kind of behavior has become less and less common as the cultivation has increased.

A bowl of water in the Buddha's view, 84,000 insects!

Although she has not cultivated the magic power of Buddhism such as Tianyantong, she also has a similar magic eye, which is also one of the important factors for the gradual decline of people's hearts and the gradual rise of divinity.

Therefore, the more advanced the cultivation of immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons, it is not for nothing that they do not enter the WTO much.

It was also after this situation that she practiced similar supernatural powers according to the Buddhist family's red pink skull contemplation supernatural powers, and she could see the mountains like mountains and the water like water in ordinary situations, so that she could enter the world and practice with a normal heart.

But ordinary food really doesn't have any appetite, although she came out of the convenience store with an extra box of Pocky, but in fact, she used a wisp of vitality herself.

The essence of the fantasy divine domain that she opened up according to the original law intention is that the fantasy comes true, and the divine will and vitality evolve all things.

As for the act of specially transforming a box of Pocky with vitality, it is boring or not, just like people know how cold and warm they are when they drink water.

Slowly nibbling on a Pocky in his mouth, he walked aimlessly along the streetlight.

Just walking past a light rail, Hanabi discovers a conscious thing.

A girl, a girl who resembles her, also seems to be wandering the street aimlessly with her hands behind her back.

The reason why I say similar is because Hanabi herself humans can see her but don't notice her, but that girl is different, she can't be seen by ordinary humans at all.

Because that girl is an undead.

I've seen too many undead fireworks, and many of her subordinates are undead.

It's just that like the girl she saw, although it is an ordinary undead body, it is rare that it is not entangled by the slightest resentment, and in her eyes, the girl's nature is like a nameless little white flower, pure and unstained with half a cent of dust.

With long straight white hair, blue eyes and fair skin, she is a little petite compared to herself, wearing a white dress with a blue bow, and her bare feet, she is a girl who looks a little dreamy and cute.

There was confusion in the girl's eyes, but it was not the confusion of what most of the undead had forgotten, but a confusion of not knowing where to go.

Hanabi stood quietly to the side, looking at the confused ghost girl.

It didn't take long for the girl to seem to remember something, and walked in one direction with her hands behind her back, and the fireworks gnawed on the seemingly endless Pocky one by one, and followed the girl step by step.

As for why, I can only say that she was bored when she just woke up, and she couldn't find anything to do, so she came with her own interests.

After about ten minutes of walking, the ghost girl stopped at a house.

She stood outside the door, hesitated for a moment, and walked in.

"Curry, so fragrant!" Hanaby smelled the scent of curry coming from inside the house, glanced at the sign of the head of the house with 'Honma' hanging on the door, and followed the ghost girl inside.

"I'm back. ”

Pushing open the hallway, the ghost girl spoke, no one responded, and she didn't see the gentle face, the corridor was dark, she was silent for a moment, and walked towards the living room.

Push open the door of the living room, and the bright and warm light illuminates the whole living room.

A twelve-year-old boy with a flat head sat at a desk playing with his phone and eating dinner, while another middle-aged man sat on a sofa behind the door reading a newspaper.

The sound of the door pushing open alarmed the middle-aged man reading the newspaper, and he glanced at the boy, "Hey, the door is open." ”

"Then close it. The boy replied without looking up.

The middle-aged man continued to look down at the newspaper.

When the girl saw the boy, she walked in excitedly and quickly, looking at the boy with his head down.

"Congjun, you've grown up!"

Turning his head to look at the middle-aged man again, his voice that was originally a little loud because of happiness gradually lowered, "Dad also has a lot of white hair!"

As a ghost separated from the living, even close relatives cannot see her and hear her voice.

The girl's gaze darkened slightly.

"Dingding..."

There were two clear knocks on the copper bowl, and the girl looked at the source of the sound, and a beautiful woman with the same hair color as her, with a haggard look, sat in front of a small mourning hall by the window.

"Mom. The girl stared blankly at the face that she had missed so many times in her memory.

"Stop doing this kind of thing. The boy didn't look back.

"Cong-kun. Honma Ilyen looked at him in surprise.

"Every time I serve my sister a curry, I always feel like it's an eyesore. Satoshi Honma's hand stiffened when he played with his phone, and said.

"Because it's my sister's favorite food. ”

Satoshi Honma stopped the spoon in his hand and whispered, "If you die, you won't eat." ”

"Don't say that, my sister is always a little dumbfounded, maybe she doesn't realize she's dead. Honma Ilyen looked at the photo of his daughter, seemed to recall something, and smiled lightly.

"I know!"

Tears fell little by little, and her beautiful blue eyes were dyed with a layer of mist, and she returned to her home in the countless memories she had made after her death, but...

"I still know about this kind of thing when I die. ”

She replied in a low voice.

The dead are destined not to meet the living, but there are times when there are accidents, as if God played a joke on people.

The sound that could not be conveyed to this shore was transmitted to this shore and to the present world under the intervention of a certain armpit witch who followed the girl in.

It's not just the sound, either.