When I woke up, it was still pitch black, and my confused head really couldn't tell whether I had slept for a long time, or whether I had just fallen asleep and woken up. When I walked out of the room, the bone lantern outside the room was still on, and the night breeze was blowing, and the lamp was swaying gently, as if it was about to be extinguished, as if it was about to be ignited.

On the threshold sat a ghost with a disheveled head, and when I looked at him from his back, I thought he was a little pitiful. In his hand, he held a musical instrument carved from bone that resembled a flute instead of a flute and blew it on his lips, and in the dark and quiet and cool breeze of the night, the tone was gloomy and the tune was poignant, and there was a sad atmosphere.

I approached behind him and reached out and patted him lightly on the shoulder covered by his messy hair, "Hey, hey, what's in your hand, it looks like it's funny?"

He looked back, his eyes were covered by his hair, there was only a slit, he looked at me, and after a moment of silence, he handed me the instrument that looked like a flute, and he said, "Idle and boring, carved out of bone, the shape is a little strange, like a flute is not a flute, like a flute is not a flute, like a flute is not a flute, but the tune and timbre that are blown are no worse than theirs, which is quite fun." ”

"Really?"

Since he handed it over, I took it, and flipped it in my hand to look at it, the instrument was not very delicate, only the size of a finger, and a few holes were simply dug in a broken bone, and there were no other mysteries.

I handed it back to him, and stepped forward to sit down with him, the wind of the underworld was very heavy, and it was much colder than the wind of the world. It was inconvenient to perform immortal magic in front of him, so I shrunk my shoulders, clasped my knees together, and hugged my legs with my hands around each other, warming myself up.

Suddenly, two hands were placed on my shoulders, and I turned my head to look, and the ghost next to me noticed it at some point, and took off his coat and was about to put it on me.

"This, this is not necessary, I'm not cold. ”

I rejected his kindness, took off the clothes I had put on my body, stuffed them into his arms, and said to him, "Wear them, I'm not cold." ”

The ghost didn't answer, and put his clothes on my shoulders, "This dress has been washed, and please don't dislike it, when the underworld passes here, the wind will become even colder, if you don't add more clothes, with the girl's body and bones, you will definitely not be able to stand it." ”

When he said this, I was embarrassed to find another reason to refuse, reached out and pulled the clothes on my shoulders, said to him, rubbed my cold palms, blew on my palms, and asked him, "Give me the clothes, don't you feel cold?"

He shook his head, "A little, but it's okay." I've been here for so long, and I've experienced no matter how cold and bitter it is, and now this is nothing to Xiaosheng. As he spoke, he turned his head to look at me again, and said, "But the girl is different, she has just come here, and her body must not have adapted to the environment here, if you are blown by the gloomy wind here on the first day, it will definitely hurt you." ”

I have to say that this ghost's subtle actions, this word's concern, the gods actually feel quite moved in their eyes and hearts.

"Well, thank you. I thanked him.

If I could, I really hope my previous guess was wrong, he didn't die, he just slept and was brought here by the ghost, so that if there is a chance later, I really want to take him away.

The cold wind outside the house has been blowing, blowing constantly, even if I add a piece of clothing, the god has to admit that this ghost place is too cold, in the heavens on earth, I really haven't encountered a cold and weird place than here.

After a long silence, he spoke.

He asked: "Although I haven't known the girl for a long time, I can be regarded as more familiar with the underworld, and until now, Xiaosheng still doesn't know what the girl's name is." ”

I replied, "White, white, white." ”

"Oh. ”

Because his whole face was covered by hair, I couldn't see the expression on his face at this moment, but through his happy answer, I could feel that he was still in a good mood, and he was very happy.

He asked again, "Is the person Miss Bai is looking for a man or a woman, and what is his relationship with Miss Bai Ji?"

"This ......" As soon as he asked this, I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, my eyebrows narrowed, and I said coldly: "What do you mean by this, doubt me?"

"No, it's not. As soon as my attitude changed, he immediately became a little flustered, and he shook his head anxiously and said, "It's not suspicion, it's just a little curious." Xiaosheng did not belong to this underworld, so he had no chance of reincarnation, avoided drinking Meng Po soup, fell here, and became a lonely ghost. However, Miss Bai, you said that you have only been dead for a long time, and your friend came with you, thinking that the two of you have just died, there should be a ghost to take the two of them to the bridge to drink Meng Po and wait for reincarnation, why did you come here?"

I asked rhetorically, "What about the other ghosts on that street, are they all the same as you, because they don't belong here, so they stay here and have no chance of reincarnation?"

It must be impossible, the grievances of the world and the evils of the world have not been settled, how is it possible, this is what he said to me. So, when I asked him back, he was a little stunned, dumbfounded, and couldn't speak anymore.

After a while, he turned his head and whispered: "Those ghosts who are trapped here and cannot be reincarnated are either because their sins are too deep, or because they were brought here as innocently as Xiaosheng, or they are already dead, and he himself has not yet realized it." ”

Hearing him say the last sentence, I suddenly chuckled in my heart, a little uncomfortable, looking at the ghost in front of me, I didn't want to argue with him about this matter anymore, but straightened my body and replied to him seriously: "What I want you to help me find is a man, a man with long hair up to his knees, wearing a long red robe, and a little scarlet flame mark between his eyebrows." ”

The ghost next to him said: "Listening to Miss Bai Ji say this, Xiao Sheng feels that Miss Bai's friend's dress is a little bit like a ghost, but a little like a goblin." ”

I very much agreed with him in saying this, and I bowed my head slightly and said to him: "When he was alive, in fact, ...... Actually, it's a shemale. ”

"I see. ”

The ghost next to me suddenly realized, and looked at me with some sympathy, "It turns out that the person the girl likes is a shemale." ”

"Huh?"

I don't know, how did he conclude that Yan Mo was my best friend with these two simple words, stiffened the corners of his lips and barely pulled out a faint wry smile, and explained to this ghost: "You misunderstood, I don't know him well, we just died by chance, we met halfway, and then we came here together, in fact, before I came here, I didn't know anyone with him at all." ”

I struggled to explain, but the ghost next to me didn't know whether to listen or not, and I didn't take it seriously, and after humming softly, I let out a burst of hard laughter: "Hehe, hehe, hehehe." ”

...... I have to say, it's more rhythmic than me and Yan Mo's laughter.