The life and death book system has a bug again

He called out, "What are you thinking?"

"No... nothing."

Gan, why are you blushing!

"Don't be afraid." Xichi thought he was worried about the ghost soldiers, and comforted him, "They won't be afraid if they find them, I'm here."

Don't say it, don't say it, please don't say such powerful words, woo woo woo.

Shi Canteng stood up, and ran to the pool with hands and feet: "I...I'll wash my face!" However, he forgot that in broad daylight, people come and go, and the pool water can also be used as a mirror to reflect their shadows.

why?how could be?Was his brain caught by the door?Shi Can thought about it all night and couldn't figure it out. Looking at the calm water now, he was even more puzzled. After a few days of starving and sleeping in the open, his whole face was indescribably ugly, and his hair was messed up like a dyed chicken coop. , he scratched his hair angrily, and after a while, there was another person in the shadow.

There was still no blood on his face, but he looked in a good mood, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, Qi Chi raised his hand to untie the silver bracelet, his hair fell down in an instant, and curled up softly.If I were a girl, it would be hard not to be moved when I saw a boy like this, but my mother is a boy!

"Ah Can?" Seeing him, Qi Chi started to wander again, "What's wrong with you?"

"I... I didn't sleep well, I'm... all right." Shi Can gritted his teeth, but still couldn't ask.

Qi Chi smiled, and went to grab his wrist, seeing that he was about to put the chain into his right hand, Shi Can hurriedly pulled his hand away, flustered visible to the naked eye.Qi Chi held the bracelet in a daze, a little embarrassed, a little confused for a while, but finally saw that Shi Can was avoiding him.

"That..." Shi Can probably also felt that his reaction was a little bit violent, and belatedly rubbed his thin white wrist, lowered his head and said nonsense, "I...I can only wear gold, I'm allergic to the rest! "

"So... then the one you gave me before..." Xi Chi put his own one into the pocket of his cotton coat, Shi Can thought he would say that I should return the one you gave me before, but he will see you in a second Xichi turned the other one on his hand and said, "Can I keep the one you gave me?"

"Ah," Shi Can rubbed his nose, "Of course, what I gave you is yours."

Xichi smiled in satisfaction, and there was a bit of sadness and loss visible to the naked eye in his half-step back.

After all, it was my own fantasy.

A few more waves of people came to the cemetery, bringing flowers and wine.

"What day, it's so lively." Shi Can worked hard to find a topic.

"The winter solstice will be in two days." Qichi said, "When the cathode arrives, the yang begins to grow. It's a good day."

"What a good day?" Shi Can chatted awkwardly.

"The door of hell is wide open, let's go back to the good old days of ghost town."

"..." Shi Can was stunned, "Are we going back to the ghost town?"

"That's right." Qi Chi said, "It's not a long-term solution to hide in the world, and I don't want you to be in a state of anxiety and sleepless nights."

The reason I can't fucking sleep at night is because of you, retarded.

Shi Can nodded approvingly, and asked him, "Then what are you doing in the ghost town? Isn't it like a sheep going into a tiger's mouth?"

"If you don't enter the tiger's lair, you won't catch a tiger's cub." Qi Chi smiled at him, "You don't have to worry about anything, I know what to do."

It's about your own life and death, how can you not care about anything.

"Aren't you afraid?" Shi Can asked him.

"Not afraid."

"Oh." Shi Can sighed, "I see that you are very tough towards Judge Yan, how can you be so arrogant?"

"If you don't have desires, you can be strong." Qi Chi said solemnly.

"Then I can't."

"What doesn't work?"

Shi Can spoke without thinking: "I have desires, but I'm not strong."

Qichi's Adam's apple rolled, and he looked straight at him: "What desire?"

"Desire for wealth." Shi Can said, "I really want to get rich."

The author says:

I have a cold and feel bad

49. Winter Solstice

◎You said that I will burn some paper money for you now, can you receive it? ◎

The winter solstice comes.

As the last ray of sunlight fell, the phrase "Winter is here, and the sun is late" popped out of Qichi's mind for no reason. The voice that said this sentence was not his, and it was a little familiar, but he seemed to add another sentence behind it. , but he doesn't even remember.

Or, maybe it's not true.

For ghosts like them, reality is the most unreal thing in the world.

There is a long queue on Huangquan Road, and the gate of ghosts is crowded with the undead of Pan's family. When it arrives at five o'clock in the unitary hour, the gate of ghosts opens wide, and all ghosts walk at night.

Shi Can was overwhelmed by the scene in front of him, he couldn't even describe his feelings at that time in words. If the first time he saw all the ghosts in the Forest of Hundred Ghosts could be called horrifying or funny, then this time it was only shocking and solemn.Men, women, young and old, of all ages, either alone or together, they walk in an orderly manner, without talking to each other, like a silent movie.

But more of them are the ghosts who were blocked by the barrier, paper money like snowflakes floated in the air, dangling on someone's body, turning into a certificate of customs clearance, leading him home.The ghosts who haven't received the voucher naturally get out of the way, gathering and separating, one ebbs and another.

"Strange," Shi Can lurked outside the endless stream of ghosts, and asked Qichi in a softer voice amid occasional whispers, "Why don't some ghosts leave?"

"Because no one cares about it." Qi Chi replied.

Shi Can blinked and looked at him: "Speak human."

Xi Chi glanced at him: "Ghosts in the underworld have three chances to go to the human world every year, Qingming, Zhongyuan and Winter Solstice."

"Three vacations a year," Shi Can counted on his fingers, "It's not bad to be able to go back and see the relatives of the younger generation."

"Not all ghosts have that opportunity."

"Is it related to the pass?" Shi Can asked looking up at the flying paper money.

"The paper money comes from the human world, and only the ghosts who were sacrificed can receive it." Qi Chi's eyes were a little out of focus, and he didn't know what to think, "And those who are not remembered by the priests of later generations can only return in despair. government."

Empty joy.

"It must be very disappointing." Shi Can let others judge himself, "Fortunately, I have never been missed by anyone, and I have no hope."

"They can wait until Qingming or the Hungry Ghost Festival." Xichi added, "During Qingming, as long as there is a grave, no matter whether there are people offering sacrifices, they can go to the world during the day and come back after dark."

"What if there isn't even a grave?" Shi Can added a possibility, "Or someone dug it up."

Qi Chi laughed: "Then it's better to reincarnate early, what else is there to miss in this world?"

"That's right." Shi Can thought for a while, "Is there such a thing? There is no tomb and no one to worship, but he refuses to leave?"

"Have."

"What kind of ghost?"

Qichi took a deep breath: "If you have experienced the war years, you will probably know."

While talking, a young man in a worn-out military uniform walked past with his head held high. Seeing that he was only 20 years old, Xi Chi raised his chin at him: "Look at him, he has been in the underworld for almost a hundred years."

Shi Can suddenly understood, and after understanding, he was filled with endless sadness and admiration.

No matter which dynasty or generation they are in, most of them are martyrs shrouded in horse leather. They have been forgotten in the long river of history, and they have no time to witness the rise and fall of those honors and disgraces. However, their will has never turned against them, and they will always look forward to the arrival of victory.

It is a kind of relief to be able to glimpse after death without witnessing in life.

"They definitely want to see with their own eyes the hometown and homeland for which they shed their blood." Shi Can watched the young man leave, "But if they can't go to the world, even if they hear it, they must be regretful, right?"

"There's also the Ghost Festival." Xichi knew what he was feeling, "The Ghost Festival is the real carnival of ghosts, and the souls of the dead inside and outside the city can go to the human world except those in the [-]th floor of hell. "The young man disappeared into the moving distance, and Qi Chi sighed deeply, "Fortunately, there are fewer and fewer such dead souls, and the moment they were waiting for did not come too late."

The paper money was spread all the way, and some of it floated to their feet. Every piece of paper was densely written. "That's what was said during the memorial service." After listening to him, Shi Can randomly picked up a sheet from the ground and read it silently: "I hope Grandpa will bless you, Tianmei will strengthen Li Xin in the next version."

WTF?Shi Can knelt down and changed another one: "Today, my mother's dishes are very salty. Don't blame her for drinking more Coke."

At first glance, they are all unworthy children and grandchildren who were pinned to the ground and kowtowed by their parents, but most of them still cherish the memory of the deceased, pray for the health and safety of the family, and that the younger generation will succeed in their studies, get promoted and get rich.Shi Can thought it was a little funny: "You said that people can't protect their children and grandchildren when they are alive, how much can they do when they are dead?"

Qi Chi said indifferently: "There are too many things that can't be done, and you will place your hope on gods and ghosts."

The ghost group gradually dispersed, and a continuous layer of yellow and white was accumulated on the ground. Grief had nowhere to go, paving a broad road leading to the human world.

"What are we going to do?" Shi Canyan returned to the subject, "How do we get in?"

Although he didn't know what he was doing in the ghost city, he was right to listen to Qichi. "Look." Qi Chi raised his chin towards the gate of hell, and many ghosts had returned home, and the heavily guarded gate was quiet, but another group of people rushed over mightily.

Shi Can took a closer look, and the leader turned out to be Su Mu!

Not long after, black and white impermanence also arrived.

"How is it? Is there anything unusual?" Wen Renyu asked the ghost guard at the gate a few times, and finally looked around in a serious manner. Shi Can had lingering fears and hid in the shadow of the jungle.

The ghost messenger reported that everything was going well, Wen Renyu whispered a few words to Su Mu, Su Mu kept a straight face, and finally let some wild ghosts go and return early.

Among the wild ghosts passing by