At dusk, two figures, one tall and one short, easily jumped over the three-meter-high courtyard wall of the city's cemetery and entered a silent cemetery.

Thousands of marble tombstones, neatly arranged in dozens of rows on the slope of the hill at a small angle, some of them have flowers and tributes on the stone platform in front of the tombstones.

Some tombstones are only engraved with names, some are inlaid with photos in addition to their names, and some are the joint tombs of husband and wife, many lost lives, lying quietly in this cemetery, no matter how disturbed outside, they will never wake up again.

"Are you residents here?" Zhang Luo, who had just entered the cemetery, looked at a tombstone beside him, with a black and white photo of a girl embedded above, who looked to be at most fifteen years old, with a sweet smile on her little face.

"No, we're lonely ghosts with nowhere to bury." The ghost floating in front of him sped up as he spoke, flying towards a low bungalow on the hill behind the cemetery, and entering the house directly through the door panel with several companions behind him.

Standing in front of the hut that looked like a single toilet in the wilderness, Zhang Luo and Frankenstein glanced at each other, then reached out to hold the cold doorknob and slowly opened the door.

"Squeak!"

The doorway shaft looked like it hadn't turned in a long time, and it made a loud noise when it opened. Zhang Luo glanced back, and the office of the cemetery management office below was still lit, and the staff inside didn't seem to notice the movement on the hillside.

"It's okay, the people on this side of the cemetery actually know about us and have been keeping our secrets all along." The hoarse voice characteristic of a ghost came from inside the room.

"Oh? It turns out that the ghost will still obey the law. Zhang Luo complained and looked at the scene in the house.

The low hut was actually just a disguise, with no furniture, no floors or floor tiles, only a long staircase leading straight underground, and the darkness in front of it was so dark that there was no end in sight.

"Please don't turn on the lights, we have people here who don't like bright light sources." The ghost floating in front of him was reminded.

Hearing this, Zhang Luo turned on the night vision mode of the Executioner's Eye, and at the same time turned on the observation mode dedicated to detecting ghosts, and immediately found that the seemingly simple scene in front of him suddenly changed:

On the originally shabby gray walls on both sides of the passage, many small decorations made of bones and other gadgets suddenly appeared, and several rows of "enthusiastic" looking red letters appeared on the walls, neatly arranged on both sides, as if to welcome new visitors:

"There is nothing to love in life, and there is nothing to die in. Welcome to the Ghost Society. ”

"Come when you want, go when you want. The best option after death. ”

Not bothering to complain about the slogans that these ghosts came up with, Zhang Luo and Frankenstein walked down the stairs together, the air was filled with a damp and rotting smell, and several festive red lanterns hung on the protruding human bones on both sides of the wall.

After walking for a minute, Zhang Luo was about to ask how long it would take to get to the place, when he heard the ghost in front of him and began to give a short introduction in a hoarse voice without any temperature:

"In line with the principle of providing a warm family for homeless ghosts, as long as there are lonely ghosts in this city, they can join the Ghost Society, because of the good treatment on our side, there are many ghosts from other places who have come here to join our friendly family."

"Sounds good, it's better than wandering around." Zhang Luo nodded.

"Yes, life is good on our side, friends, you will find out in a moment." Speaking of this, there seemed to be a hint of pride in the ghost's cold voice.

At the same time, the long staircase in front of them finally came to an end:

Striding down the last step, a pale light suddenly lit up in front of me, and there was a feeling of "sudden enlightenment", and then what caught my eye was a real ghost...... City.

Different from the basement imagined by Zhang Luo, the area here is comparable to the city where the believers of Ketugeya live, but the average size and height of the houses are much smaller, only a two-meter-high cube stone house, neatly cut into the shape of a grid, looking like a "strengthened version" of the tombstone of the cemetery above.

In the mud around the "city", which is made up of countless stone houses, there are unknown small white flowers, and the delicate petals emit a faint light, and it is impossible to tell what kind of flower they are. On the stone wall directly above the city, a huge white lantern hangs. It also glows with a dim white light, so that you don't lose sight of your fingers.

"I'll go, is this the 'Peach Blossom Spring'?" Zhang Luo stared at the scene in front of him in surprise.

-- According to some unverifiable theories, the Peach Paradise recorded in Tao Yuanming's "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" is actually the residence of the deceased where the souls of the dead live. And the Wuling man who fished for a career found was, of course, not a "fairyland", but a complete ghost town!

"We've only been building here for a short time, and it's not as good as a good place like Peach Blossom Garden, but we'll do our best." The ghost explained.

"Peach Blossom Land is really a ghost town...... I'm just talking about playing. Zhang Luo smiled, followed the ghosts of the film critics, and walked into the stone house phalanx with a very regular arrangement.

Sneakers stepped on the cyan stone slabs, and loud footsteps were heard. As if sensing the presence of the two of them, many gray shadows suddenly floated out of the nearby square stone house, standing neatly on both sides of the road, watching Zhang Luo and Frankenstein.

"Haven't they seen anyone alive?" Zhang Luo asked the ghost of the film critics.

"A lot of the people here don't want to leave their houses, so they haven't seen anyone alive for some days." The ghost patiently answered Zhang Luo's question: "After all, the environment on our side is good, so there is no need to go back to the ground to suffer." ”

"I see." Zhang Luo looked around and looked at the gray figures floating out of the stone house, only to see that the bodies of those guys were trembling slightly rhythmically, as if they could not maintain their existence.

Under the watchful eye of thousands of ghosts, Zhang Luo felt as if his body temperature had dropped a little. Of course, it's not because of fear, but because of the presence of ghosts, which will lower the temperature around the body.

Although the ghost from the "film critics" in front of him said very attractively, seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang Luo still noticed a trace of abnormality, and while continuing to move forward, he quietly sent a message to the girl in blue beside him:

"Be careful, there's a problem here."

"What's wrong?" Frankenstein responded immediately.

"These ghosts...... Something doesn't seem right. Compared with the ghosts he had seen before, Zhang Luo always felt that the ghosts here lacked a trace of "vitality".

Even if the living conditions here are okay, it is a little too strange for a homeless lonely ghost to obey the order in such a way. The Grey Shadows didn't look like self-aware ghosts at all, but something else......

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo asked, "Where are we going?" ”

Hearing his question, the gray shadow floating in the front turned his head and couldn't see the blurred face of his facial features, as if revealing a "kind smile":

"Alien Registry." He said. (To be continued.) )