There was a monster that jumped in front of the old man and passed through the old man's body, the old man's body trembled, and he stumbled a few steps, I hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Grandpa, are you okay?" ”

The old man shook his head: "I was fine just now, but I suddenly felt dizzy, exactly the same as that day." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

I had a hunch that things seemed to be beyond my expectations, I thought that the old man was just grieving too much, so he hurt his body, but now it seems that this is not the case, he may have been affected by these black gases.

I helped the old man to a pavilion not far away to rest, and when we came out, we threw off the bodyguards who protected the old man, and now the responsibility of protecting the old man fell on my shoulders, and I couldn't let him make any mistakes. I forced out what little spiritual power I had and shrouded the old man in an aura shroud, so that he would be safe for the time being.

"Grandpa, do you feel better now?"

"Well, it's much better. My head is not so dizzy, it seems that I am not convinced of the old man, I just told the old guy that I have to live for a long, long time, I didn't expect to let him see jokes now. ”

"Grandpa, what are you talking about, you are in good health, and you just climbed down from the seventh or eighth floor, and I was shocked to see it."

"Hahaha, that's, that's, my skills aren't covered...... Hey, this weather, no matter how you say it, can change, gloomy and uncomfortable to watch. ”

It seems that only I can see those strange sights, and ordinary people can only notice the dark sky.

"Grandpa, you take a rest here first, and I'll go to the toilet."

This unusual weather, there should be something going on, I have to go and see. I rubbed my cold hands together and walked towards the end of the cemetery.

"Ah, yes, you, you, come, find, me, play, right?"

He spoke word by word, and I recognized at a glance that this was the soul ferryman I had seen the other day! He straightened his crooked head like a toy, and his head could no longer fit to his neck as perfectly as before, but left a crack from which a steady stream of black gas emerged.

"You, what's wrong?"

I still remember the scene of him playing with his eyes the other night, but I don't know why, I can't be afraid of him at the moment. Maybe it's because his eyes are so beautiful now. It was a pair of ice-blue eyes, like crystal clear sapphires, set in that excessively pale face, as pure as a frozen lake that melted in March, slightly cool and slightly warm.

"No, what, what, ah."

He blinked innocently, perhaps trying to sell a cute, he tilted his head, but he didn't expect his head to fall from his neck, and black gas rose from his neck, quickly enveloping the sky with another layer of black clouds. From a distance, the black-and-white photos on the rows of tombstones seemed to be alive, and the smiles on the corners of the people's mouths in the photos widened more and more.

More cries and laughter, as the black gas rose into the air, drifting in all directions and echoing in my ears. I felt a biting cold, and an endless sadness. The pain, the sorrow, the despair, burst out of the black air, and I was a little out of breath. I mobilized the little aura left in my body and covered myself to make myself feel better.

The man on the other side who was left with only his body left, like a robot, walked towards me step by step, picked up the head that had rolled at my feet, and put it back on his neck.

"You, eyes, inside, water, why, what?"

Watery eyes? I touched the corners of my eyes, they were wet, I was crying just now. Probably under the influence of those black gases, I was unconsciously too sad.

"Because I was sad and sad, I cried."

"Crying? Crying, yes, what? Why, I, won't, cry? No, running water? ”

He touched his eyes, and doubts flashed in his ice-blue eyes.

Unlike the agile and swift way he was fighting with his husband that day, now he is more like a robot with a human mind, exploring more unknowns and discovering more human emotions.

"You will always feel it, someday in the future. Now, can you tell me first, why is there black gas coming out of your neck? ”

"That is, memory, the memory, the memory of the living, the memory of the dead. All, in, me, body, in. ”

That night, I asked my husband what kind of being a soul ferryman was. Sir said that they receive human souls. Human memories, whether forever remembered or forgotten, are engraved in the soul and become a part of the soul. What the soul ferryman has to do is to purify the memories of these souls. Turn these souls back into heaven and earth energy and dissipate in heaven and earth.

Therefore, human beings evolved from heaven and earth, and will eventually return to heaven and earth.

The soul ferryman carries the memory of the human soul and is also on the side of the human race, so the soul ferryman and the gentleman fought that day. In his eyes, youkai are aliens in the world, which cannot be tolerated by the world and should be erased.

"Why did those memories turn black? Can't you control it? ”

"On that day, and, youkai, fight, neck, broken, pick-up, no, up, come. Memory, emergence, out, come, up. ”

The monster in his mouth shouldn't be Mr. Could it be that the reason why this happened was all done by Mr. as a demon? I was a little crying without tears.

"Sir, what do you say?"

"Hmph, I thought it was a chess opponent, but I didn't expect it to be so unbeaten. Too weak! ”

"I know you're good, Mr. Snake, can you tell me what to do?"

"Human, you're lucky, when you're done absorbing these black things, you'll be able to advance again."

"Sir, you're letting me absorb these things? I'm not a soul ferryman, how can I absorb it? ”

"Your physique is special, as long as it is energy, or aura, you can absorb it. After his nourishment, these human soul memories have long been turned into pure aura, but he didn't control it properly, so that the aura turned into demonic energy. ”

"Is it possible for me to purify these demonic qi into spiritual qi again? These things belong to him, and I won't ask for them. ”

Sir said that there was no soul ferryman in this world. The memories of the soul of human beings after death are piled up to the place where the deceased are buried, becoming "garbage". This kind of "garbage" is what people call yin, because there are bitter and sweet memories of the deceased, so when we come to a place where there are deceased, we will feel cold and creepy. In fact, those are just sad and sad emotions in memory.

Later, memory containers gradually emerged between heaven and earth, storing these "garbage" and collecting them in one place. It's only then that these cemeteries, around these graves, don't have so many things that make people feel terrifying. For a long time, memory containers have stored too many memories, and gradually have their own thoughts and emotions. It's like an intelligent robot that has been with humans for a long time and has developed feelings. This is where the soul ferryman comes from.

Those memories are extremely important things for soul ferrymen. Without memory, a soul ferryman would not be a soul ferryman.