In the middle of the night, the air is thin and cool. Mengfu Beiyuan was silent, and suddenly from the tender green lawn in the distance, there was a burst of cicada chirping, low and low, like silk, endless.

From time to time, in the shade of the woods, there was a crisp and melodious nightingale cry, but it soon faded away, and people were nowhere to be found.

The bright moon, mellow as a jade plate, hangs high above the night, and the moon is like water, bright and bright. In the distant sky, there are faintly dotted with several bright and dazzling stars, like pearls inlaid in the sky, flashing purple light.

Wu Yong in the room held his breath and concentrated, the soul power hidden in his body was surging, and a lot of soul power turned into a peaceful white light, spurting out from the pores of Wu Yong's body. It was like a thick fog in the fairy world, and it swirled around the body.

In a trance, a huge boning knife appeared in Wu Yong's hand, the blade of which was shiny and flashing with white light, dazzling.

At the end of the hilt, fluttering, flying a white silk, about a meter long. Wu Yong wrapped Bai Aya diagonally around his shoulders and fastened a buckle so that the boning knife could be tightly bound to his back.

Taking a deep breath of cool air, Wu Yong slowly opened his handsome eyes like stars, and was just about to step out of the door when he was stopped by Nie Xiaoqian beside him.

"Wu Yong, you better jump out of the window. It's late at night, after all, and if you go out through the main entrance, you'll probably get noticed. ”

Wu Yong reluctantly stepped back, slightly sorted out the expression on his face, looked ahead with resolute eyes, stepped on the window frame, and his figure turned into a black shadow and flew out like a ghost.

In the clear mid-air like water, the figure drew a standard arc, swinging across the bright moon, like an ancient knight, kneeling on one knee and falling to the ground in a handsome manner.

"Xiaoqian, where are we going to patrol now?" It was the first time to go on night patrol as a soul searcher, which made Wu Yong really excited in his heart.

Nie Xiaoqian sat lightly on Wu Yong's shoulder, and said coquettishly: "Go to the suburbs first, ghosts generally like to eat in a quiet and gloomy environment." Although I am no longer a soul searcher, I still have a certain ability to perceive, and if a ghost appears within a radius of five hundred meters, I can still clearly perceive it. ”

After a pause, Wu Yong took a big stride in high spirits and marched towards the suburbs.

Walking through the bustling streets, Wu Yong saw many newborn souls, both men and women, wandering back and forth on the sparsely trafficked highway, looking lost and dejected, not knowing where they should go.

Seeing this, Wu Yong asked in a deep voice: "Xiao Qian, don't these revenant souls have a chance to reincarnate into the next life?" ”

Transmigration?

The expression on Nie Xiaoqianqiao's face was stunned for a moment, and then she let out a pleasant laugh of 'giggles': "Who told you that the revenant soul can be reincarnated, I told you a long time ago that only a few revenant souls can get the opportunity to enter the soul realm, and once they enter the soul realm, in a sense, the revenant soul has a second chance to live." As for the reincarnation you are talking about, it is something that does not exist at all. ”

While the two were talking, a beggar huddled in the corner of the street caught Nie Xiaoqian's attention.

After pondering for a while, her beautiful eyes stared at the ragged and unkempt beggar, and Nie Xiaoqian said coquettishly: "Wu Yong, that beggar should be able to enter the soul realm, let's go over and take a look." ”

With that, Wu Yong strode in front of the beggar.

Perhaps it was the sharp long knife that Wu Yong was carrying behind his back that scared the beggar. When he saw Wu Yong walking towards him violently, the beggar was so frightened that he begged for mercy: "Don't beat me, don't beat me." I know that begging is not allowed here, so I'll go now, I'll leave now. ”

But as soon as the limping beggar moved and staggered two steps, he was so frightened by Wu Yong's loud shout that he knelt directly on the ground.

"What are you running, is it possible that Lao Tzu is a ghost."

Speaking of this, Wu Yong's tone softened slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "How did you die?" ”

I'm dead?

The beggar, not realizing that he was dead, raised his head in confusion, his frightened and timid eyes full of doubt.

"I'm dead?" The beggar muttered distractedly: "I only remember that yesterday I was beaten by the chengguan, and they said that I was not allowed to beg here, saying that I affected the image of the city." It was as if I had a hole in my head and bled a lot, and I don't remember the rest. ”

The beggar's tone is extremely flat and unfazed, as if the protagonist of the horrific experience he tells is not himself.

When he was alive, he was discriminated against, and even in the eyes of many people, the life of a beggar was not as noble as a pet dog.

Even if he was beaten to death by the chengguan, no one cared about him.

Human life is so despicable, and people's hearts are still indifferent, perhaps this is a true portrayal of the real society.

Looking at the trembling beggar, the corners of Wu Yong's mouth hooked up a sympathetic and bitter smile, slowly squatted down, and said in a heavy tone: "I am the soul search officer, and after appraisal, you have the qualifications to enter the soul realm." ”

Into the Soul Realm?

The beggar used his black and stiff fingers to pluck the knotted unkempt hair, shook his head in a daze, and said, "I don't go to the soul realm, I was born a cripple, and I will be driven away like a wild dog wherever I go." ”

Wu Yong also didn't know if the soul realm was heaven, as long as he entered, he would forget all his troubles. So, he didn't know how to comfort the poor beggar in front of him.

Just when Wu Yong was hesitating, Nie Xiaoqian said with a smile: "You don't have to be afraid, after entering the soul realm, as long as you are determined to change, you will gain dignity and rebirth." ”

Dignity?

This is an unfamiliar word, precisely something that beggars do not have, but desperately desire to have. Recalling that he had been discriminated against and despised for more than thirty years, the beggar finally made up his mind and said urgently: "I want to go to the Soul Realm, please send me to the Soul Realm." ”

Seeing this, Nie Xiaoqian whispered to Wu Yong: "The Horcrux has two functions, one is to kill ghosts, and the other is to transform the souls of the dead. Wu Yong, if you put the end of the handle of the knife against the "swastika" symbol on the beggar's forehead, he can enter the soul realm. ”

Wu Yong followed Nie Xiaoqian's instructions and put the end of the knife handle against the beggar's forehead. In a trance, an extremely dazzling golden light burst out from the 'swastika' symbol.

And the beggar's curled up body, shrouded in golden light, gradually transformed into a cyan cuckoo bird.

"Twitter..." The cuckoo bird quickly fluttered its wings, chirping non-stop, tilting its little head to look at Wu Yong and Nie Xiaoqian, as if staying for a moment, to thank the two for their degree.

After a while, the cuckoo bird seemed to sense the call of something, flapped its wings and flew into the distance, gradually merging with the dark night sky.

For Wu Yong, who was transforming the soul of the dead for the first time, a smile of relief appeared on his face when he saw the cuckoo bird that the beggar had turned into disappear.

"Xiao Qian, did you say that when he reaches the soul realm, will he be bullied again?" Wu Yong's expression became more and more solemn, and he muttered to himself