I died, but I became a ghost with nowhere to go.

I was sad as I watched beings walk past my eyes, past me, and through my body.

I used to be a member of this Xuantian City, although I was not a citizen of Xuantian, but my life was quite passable.

I have parents, a mischievous brother, and a bumbling sister.

I can't leave because of the memories of them.

Oh - yes, I forgot, it's kind of a bedtime story.

I can tell this story, a story about ghosts, and it doesn't matter if you don't understand it, but how many things in this world can be truly understood?

My younger sister is grown up and can help her mother with some household chores.

I looked at them above their heads, and the good things that were once there were no longer mine. Now, I hope they are well.

I went back to my father's room, where he had been busy carving the runes.

This simple rune pattern, as long as you hold it steadily, even a ten-year-old child can depict it.

I don't understand my father, even if I carve it for a lifetime, how many yuan stones can I earn?

The younger brother is carving a vein in the rune pattern in a similar way. The entire rune array was constructed from this kind of formation. This is also within the power of my brother. Suddenly, he excitedly showed his father the carved veins.

Father just glanced at it casually and said lightly: so-so.

The younger brother sat down in the corner again in a dejected manner, looking at the pulse in a daze.

Yes, my childhood was spent in such affirmations.

I learned so much in such a family. Beneath his father's almost indifferent exterior, there is a heat hidden that outsiders can't understand. Sometimes I tell my mother that my father is a volcano that can never erupt, just like the valley of fire in the mountains of forgetfulness.

My mother is a short-tempered woman, and she often scolds her father with her head and face, saying that he is useless and can't earn back a few yuan stones.

Father always said indifferently, although Yuanshi is good, but after all, it is just a stone.

Yes, the most useless stone in the eyes of his father was regarded as a treasure by his mother, and because of this useless stone, he spent most of the year in accusations. The useless stone turned my mother into an erupting volcano with consequences far beyond my father's imagination.

The sound of the plate shattering made the younger brother stop. He said excitedly: It must not have been broken by his sister!

Father Mu Ran said: How can you see it?

The younger brother whispered: My mother didn't scold my sister.

The father didn't say anything, and kept on his work, perhaps saying that he was working with his spirit. Ever since I became like this, I have become more aware of my father's hard work, and perhaps there is a lot of fun in it.

The younger brother asked, why can't we earn more yuan stones like everyone else?

Father finally stopped the talisman in his hand, because there were some things more important than Yuanshi.

The younger brother said that he saw a purr beast at the gate of the city today, which he could not see in the mountain of forgetting. The huge Gollum beast had a lot of spirit orbs hanging from its body. He asked his father, who can ride this kind of grunt beast, the cultivation realm will definitely not be strong. Otherwise, I wouldn't have used so many spiritual weapons to protect myself.

The mother came over at some point, and said viciously, "The person who said such a thing, there must not be a few yuan stones at home!" As she spoke, she put the plate in her hand on the table, if the table could be broken, it might be a good thing. Because my mother is most afraid of Hua Yuanshi.

That was a long time ago, and it's rare for me to remember it so clearly.

In order for Xuantian City to strengthen the city protection array, it needs a large number of rune masters. My father was chosen, and it seemed to be the happiest thing for our family. Of course, I'm a dispensable person.

Before Yun Ling Ancestor God spoke at the clan god conference, she said to me that she knew that my last wish had not been fulfilled and she couldn't bear to leave, so she arranged for the patriarch to recruit my father.

I know that my father is not capable enough and will not be able to make a difference, but it is enough that my father is happy. As my father said, there are some things that are more important than Yuanshi. Restoring the talisman array was what my father thought was the most important thing.

And the mother doesn't seem to complain about Yuanshi anymore, although the clan has very little to return to the early talisman. Despite this, my mother made some food and sent it to the Fu Hall every day. Everyone envied his father, and someone actually brought him food. For the first time in his life, his father started a fire, saying that she was really troublesome as a woman, and that the Fu Temple was serving food, and she had come to disturb him to make talismans......

This has happened too many times, but what happens outside during the day is often reversed at night and repeated at home.

In Xuantian City, no one can sense me except for the clan gods, because my soul power is simply too weak. I beg the clan god to give me a set of talisman arrays. This is a formation that can be interdependent with the soul body. It can amplify soul power to the point where it can be perceived by ordinary people.

My wish came true, and Master Bobai cast a spell to fuse me with the Runic Soul Array.

From that day on, I wasn't just a ghost, I was also a normal soul, a soul body that could be exposed to broad daylight, and I was very excited.

I'm floating around in Xuantian City, I can help too many people, I can do many, many things, I'm too free!

However, I forgot, even though I'm not exactly a ghost, I'm still a ghost.

When I said to a little girl, don't be afraid, the girl was so frightened that she ran behind a man.

At that moment, I realized that something was wrong with my soul. I can't remember much, because everything in the world is fair after all. I was given the freedom to imagine, and there were things that I couldn't have imagined. Just like the anti-heaven talisman formation and the memory that I regard as a treasure, between the two, I can only choose one or the other.

Who am I? I don't know. At that time, I forgot that the girl I was scared of was actually my sister.

I'm just trying to remember one thing, there is a big problem in the clan's rune array, that is, there is no one who can walk on a street in Xuantian City. Notices and signs were posted in the clan, but many people turned a blind eye.

As a ghost, a member of the clan, I have to do my duty repeatedly, and I can't let anyone pass through here again.

I'm not a good executor, and no one listens to me.

In fact, by that time my soul power had already begun to weaken, and mortals could not perceive my existence.

This road is not passable, please detour! Wait until the rune array in the clan is repaired, this road can be unblocked. I've said this admonition a million times. The people turned a deaf ear and they walked through the middle of the street.

I also wondered why so many people were able to pass through the most dangerous place unharmed? I walked up to the forbidden street and looked in all directions, and there was no problem.

"Boom!" there was a loud bang, shaking my soul.

I'm dead again!

This time, I lost the talisman array;

This time, I got memories of the past.

After I got the memory, I realized that I had been fooled!

I thought everyone was fine when they passed through that street, there must have been something wrong with the post.

However, I was wrong, and if everything was okay on the outside, it was my own problem.

I can see anyone, anything, anything you can't see.

But I can't see it, I ......