The Underworld Walks in the Wind and Snow in the City, Volume 4 Ping's Ghost Shadow Chapter 35 Ghost Painting My name is Liu Bo, born in a remote rural area in the northeast, after failing the college entrance examination, I was committed to finding the cause of my third uncle's illness, so I entered a fantasy and weird world of tomb robbery, and opened my confused life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I drew my sword in agony and swept away the scorpions, if I hadn't done that, I would have been buried by them. However, it is difficult to deal with a single individual up and down the body, and the pain has already spread all over the body, and I have experienced another unbearable pain. I had to roll up the stairs all the way downstairs. I was gradually paralyzed, my body could no longer support it, but I couldn't resist the pain in my soul. What is going on? These scorpions can hurt my soul? How do you do it? How can you resist it? When the pain is too much to increase, I slowly get used to it, and inexplicably I leave my body, and the mountain becomes an infinite space again.

I wandered back to the old man's room, and the scorpions seemed to sense my presence, stacking on top of each other to try to attack my soul. The old man spread his right hand in front of him, and for a while all the scorpions crawled back, and together with the scorpions outside the house, they returned to the palm of the old man's hand in a few minutes, and the old man turned his palm, and the scorpion was gone. The old man obviously knew about my existence but ignored it, slapped his palm three times, and the people in the compartment came out, and four or five people carried my body to a room downstairs with all hands and feet, and put it on the bed to lie down, the old man went downstairs, came to my body, put his right hand on my chest, and after a few minutes, my body actually woke up!

The villagers gathered around me and asked about my body, and a teenage girl went out to call Vivi. The old man said in front of everyone, "People are people, ghosts are ghosts, and if the ghost is in the body for a long time, the person will be weakened and die." The ghost is now out of his body, and now he is stupid and amnesia, like a baby, but he will be well and live a healthy life. Taking some medicine, going to school, and especially having sex with a woman can quickly make his life and soul mature. That ghost is a ghost, you should go back to the underworld, reincarnate as a human, you don't have to be nostalgic, and you will have a better life. ”

I wanted to ask the old man, what should I do if I can't be reincarnated and can only wander forever? I thought so, and the old man seemed to know, and he said, "If you can't be reincarnated, you can go to the ghost realm and the temple by yourself to find a way, why can't you always entangle the human body, damage its yang life, and accumulate evil deeds." I've already made a body guard for this child, and he will be quite tough, so as a ghost, you might as well leave quickly!"

At this time, my body looked at the old man and the people in the room and Weiwei stupidly, and Weiwei asked with concern, "How do you feel?"

"Ah・・・・・・?"

"Do you still hurt?"

"Huh・・・・・・ huh?"

I thought that the old man's words made sense, and I didn't try to return to my body, but I couldn't let go of it, and I wandered around with concern, and no one saw me. I tried to go back to my body, and it seemed that the old man had done something on my body that made it impossible for me to fit, but was that really it? Let my body start another life? What about me? What about my soul? Where should I go? The old man seemed to say to himself: "Of course, the ghost domain is in Sichuan, Fengducheng and Qingcheng Mountain can be visited, and if not, you can go to the Buddhist temple in Lhasa to find a way!"

I wandered around my body for a long time, and I was relieved to see that Vivi and the villagers were taking good care of him. But can he remember who he is? Can he go back to his hometown in Northeast China? What will happen if his family sees him? Will he be sent to a mental hospital as another third uncle? I don't dare to think. But there is no way, the old man decided everything, and now no one can help me, thinking about the old man's words also makes sense, I am really not good at pestering my body, if it goes on like that, he really will not die soon. Professor Chen said that he can only live for three to five years, but the old man can let him enjoy a peaceful life, wouldn't he be grateful to others. Now the only thing that is superfluous is me, the ownerless soul, whatever, whatever you see, if you can't purify your soul, you can go to the Buddhist temple to listen to the scriptures, anyway, there is time.

Weiwei was already crying: "What's wrong? How can this be? What do I do with this?" ・・・・・・" She can't drive yet, and there is no phone signal, in fact, I have a 133 satellite phone in my bag, although the signal is also weak when the fog is heavy, but don't worry about not being able to contact her teammates. But now she can't hear me speak, and I'm afraid of scaring him.

The villagers persuaded one after another: "It's okay, you don't have to worry, we will all take care of him, let him live here for a while, and then send him back when he is better!"

The old man said, "A man who has a soul is like a glass of water sprinkled with salt, and the water is still transparent, and the salt is dissolved in the water." And his soul is like sand, it doesn't dissolve in water, and the water is muddy. The sand has to be filtered out, or he will have a short life. Now, he can live in good health. As soon as you entered the mountain, I knew that a ghost would come to the village today, and I specially asked everyone to prepare for it, so that I could save this child's life, and my old man's thoughts were in vain. So saying, the old man turned and went upstairs, and went back to his cabin.

I wandered farther and farther, I didn't know where I was going, there was no gravity anyway, I let myself drift away. It felt like an unlimited fall, or an involuntary ascension, completely out of control. Without any reliance, no support, no starting point and no goal, is this what death feels like?

There are many layers to the world, like oil and water. But these planes coincide, like air and light, they influence each other but cannot perceive each other. The magnet is under the wooden board, and the iron on the wooden board will move with it, how does the magnetic force pass through the wooden board? Electromagnetic waves pass through the crowd and buildings, does anyone feel any vibration? I floated towards a ghost city that was close by, and from a distance, it was only a scattered figure, and when I got closer, I felt that there was heaven and earth, but it was also a three-dimensional city. There are all kinds of ghosts in the city, and looking at them is so depressed, sad, and violent, that I can't communicate with them. Some of them were happy and found someone who was in a good mood, "Hello! Do you know how to get to the ghost domain?"

This guy is crouching on a building and graffiti, a strange work, "You're here! Wait for a while, wait until you get impatient, and see what you want to see!"

"But I'm impatient, what do you call it?"

"Then wait for my work to be finished, and call me a line if you want. ”

"Your lines, or the lines you draw?"

"You're casual, I don't want to get in trouble. ”

I was bored, looking at the lines and the lines it drawn. It has no lines of its own, skin, hair, muscles, internal organs, and bones are all put together in no logical way, and it is impossible to even distinguish its head and feet. The work is still good, the abstract lines depict the horror and the weird, and the beauty is in it. I stepped back a little to look at the whole, and the impact of the visual to the other senses made me dizzy. It asked me, "What do you see?"

Me: "Line!"

Line: "What?"

Me: "Eh・・・・・・ don't need to compliment something that's too good!"

Line: "Hahaha, you're really deep! It's not easy to be a ghost like you." ”

Me: "What? Have you ever seen a ghost like me?"

Line: "Of course, you ghosts can't be washed. You will wander forever and ever, until you grow old. I mean the reversal of yin and yang, and then you will become real life, and then you will die, that is, eternal life!"

Me: "When will it arrive?"

Line: "I never hope, I only discern, with all my discernment, thoughts, senses, and the thoughts, images, and everything of the other." ”

Me: "Can you tell what kind of ghost I am from just one of my answers?

Line: "How so? Ghosts and ghosts are not the same, just like people." Some people are ordinary people, and some people are not. They can be very large or extremely weak, clean or grinding. And the distinction between ghosts is even clearer, some are ghosts, some are not ghosts, and some are like ghosts and not ghosts, just like you!"

Me: "Where am I not like a ghost?"

Line: "Don't you know you're not a ghost?"

Me: "Actually, I know, but I want to be a ghost, but I don't know how to change it!"

Line: "Change?hahahaha, are you a rock, do you want to turn into a pig?" or a bird!"

Me: "Is it really that hard to change?"

Line: "Enjoy or endure your eternal existence! ”

Me: "Why?"

Line: "As long as the seven souls of the soul are still there, the soul cannot be cleansed." And if you don't have the Seven Souls of Life and Soul, you will never be able to prove that your Seven Souls are gone, and no one will be able to cleanse you! Your memories and perceptions will never be erased. Whoever spends the unclaimed money is sinful, and in this world of judgment, everyone knows what sin is. Therefore, no one will spend the money that is picked up in public, because it will be recorded as a crime!"

Me: "Is there any way to make me a normal ghost?"

Line: "I haven't heard of it, but you can do anything in this world, because you don't have to be reincarnated, you can work forever." ”

Me: "That still doesn't change anything." ”

Line: "Not necessarily, since there is so much time, maybe there will be a miracle!"

Me: "So where can I find a job like this?"

Line: "Wait! Maybe my work can remind you, haven't you ever divined?"

Me: "Okay! ”

I don't have much research on Rokuya, but I know a little bit about words, and I'm waiting for this guy to give me any hints on the drawing. It seemed that the painting was not half finished, so I asked him, "How long have you been painting this painting?"

Line: "I don't remember, I'm glad I can." ”

I stepped back a little further, but I couldn't see anything but an eerie picture. The line was drawn in the corner, like an elk in a snowstorm in a dark forest. I looked around the edge of the frame and looked at the painting, but I still didn't see anything. However, when I was behind the line, I felt that a black gas rose from the whole picture as if it had evaporated. At this moment, I suddenly felt the wind pick up, and it grew bigger and bigger, tearing everything at me violently, and I felt like I had been stretched into a long and short messy strip like an octopus. I suddenly remembered the ghost guy I met when I left the soul in Maoshan Mountain, and I found a place to hide, but I saw that the lines were still concentrating on painting. "Dude, watch out for the train!" I said.

The lines were also blown into a mess, and I said, "It's time for you to wait, go!" I was distracted for a moment, and without the cover I had found, I shook violently and was carried by a whirlpool into the endless cold and bone-cold universe. Anyway, there is time, and there is nothing to be nostalgic about, just wanted to say to the line, "I will be back" to see that it was far away, and said that it could not be heard, so I swallowed back and let the increasingly violent wind beat me, tear, twist, and knead unscrupulously. There were many broken limbs, organs, and bones speeding past me, and many fragments of exotic animals and plants, some of which simply passed through my soul.