Fanny is from another world

What they hold is not "hostility", "appetite" or anything sharp enough for her to calmly reciprocate with equal or even beyond the limit of malice, but "curiosity".

Just "curiosity".

She couldn't do it.

And so the wandering continued.The weak sense of existence maintained by blood is about to be washed, submerged, and finally extinguished by the slowly flowing river of time that never stops.

"It is precisely because of the end point of death that all previous lives have meaning." For some reason, a sentence echoed in her chaotic brain, "Time is not your enemy, eternity is."

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The sky and the earth darkened.

It was still bright daylight ten minutes ago.Thick clouds filled the sky, covered the sun, layered down like an iron curtain, and then began to vent their roar to the earth.In an instant, the rain poured down like a torrent, there was almost no distance between the raindrops, the water curtain, no, the water column——this world seemed to be swallowed in a huge water column at once, bearing the scour of the heavy rain .

The field of vision turned into chaos, the clothes on her body seemed to be non-existent, her skin was directly exposed to the tyrannical cold, the long silver-white hair that could be dragged to the ground was wet and wrapped around her body, the girl stood blankly in the bamboo forest Among them, like the bamboo beside me, I raised my head and looked at the sky.

The pouring rain cannot cause the slightest ripple in the girl's heart.

However, with the brutal wind and rain, another voice came from nowhere.

It is reminiscent of a young butterfly that has just emerged from its cocoon and has been bullied in the wind and rain.

Whose cry was that.

The cry pierced into the girl's heart like lightning.She stood there in a daze, turning her neck, which had not moved for a long time, looking for the source of the sound.Why?He was obviously numb to this kind of thing before, the star had seen so much death, bloodshed and destruction, why would he be moved by this weak cry this time?

The girl thought hard.

Compared with the cry itself, "why do I care so much about that sound" has become more important.The faint crying sound gradually faded under the wash of the torrential rain, but the girl suddenly became anxious.To her, that voice was no longer just a possibility—lost human children, and whatnot—but a rope, a lifeline, a handful that would allow her to open the long-lost key to memory.

"No—don't stop, no, don't go—"

The girl began to run frantically in the rain.Following the increasingly broken and hoarse voice, it gradually dimmed.

There is something in my mind that wants to drill through the dry and hard soil, sprout, no, spurt out.

She couldn't remember how many times she fell into a muddy puddle, and her beautiful long silver hair was stained with the color of the mud, but she didn't care-the heavy rain would return her hair to its original color.The skin has no sensation, and she doesn't care, she has experienced more intense pain than this before, and the pain she has endured in the past time has given her the capital to look down on any new pain.

Bamboo trees are separated in front of the eyes, and wherever the feet go, there is a road.

Then, the cry was gradually caught by her back.

"Yes, yes, yes—"

In this direction, the voice became louder and louder, and the pulsating "what" in my mind became more and more powerful.

Then, it is accidental, it is the inevitability contained in countless probabilities, and it is the same direction where all the forks of fate separate and recombine in the infinite void and then converge.

A ray of light exploded in front of the girl's eyes like an illusion, and then she found that she had come to a cave. The cold and damp cave became a precious shelter in this dark rainy night.And in that small shelter, a smaller, huddled figure trembled slightly.The mournful cries were broken up by the showers and shattered in the whistling wind.

That is--

The key to memory.

The girl was used to crying.Crying didn't have any special place for her.As she herself recalled, she saw innocent young children lying in pools of blood, babies who were hoarsely crying on the point of guns, and villages that were reduced to ashes in the flames of war and crying. , cities and even countries.

But this cry is very "special".

It is different from death, destruction, and war.This cry symbolizes "loneliness".

The "loneliness" of a person walking alone in the long night under the wind and rain.

The "loneliness" of a person walking alone in the endless life in the long river of time.

Because of being a different kind, because of immortality, because of immortality, because of sin, because of... so he was rejected, so he was alone.

"resemblance".

Girls think so.Like a moth seeing a lamp in the dark, she pounced on it without hesitation.And when a monster covered in white stuff rushed in, the small group let out a hoarse and sharper cry, trying to move its body deep into the cave.

Then, with a flash of lightning piercing the sky, he could see the true face of the "monster".It was just a fleeting glimpse.But on the delicate and pale face with messy hair stuck to it, the drops of dripping water were more like teardrops than raindrops.

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"What a lonely person she is, they don't understand her."

In the gap opened by the monsters in the realm, Viola watched this scene calmly.In the end, Dragon God gave a brief evaluation.

"This sentence seems to be equally suitable for you." Zi stood in the dark red space full of strange eyes, staring at the bright white around him.

"What the hell is this guy?" A rough voice came in, Yuxiang was not interested in the charades between Zi and Viola, she felt that the girl outside the gap could arouse her curiosity more , "It looks like a human being, but there is no human breath. But there is no alien breath either. It's like an empty shell."

"To put it simply, her mortal essence has been 'stripped' away. No matter what kind of power it is, the consequence is the same. The loss of mortal nature makes it impossible for her to usher in her final death forever." Mage Glancing at the girl with the same color and long hair outside the gap, she said calmly.

"Mortal nature? That, can it also be stripped?"

"Why not? The mortal essence is the last breath of the dead, the call of the end, and the last look back at the end of life. It gives life meaning." Viola paused, and then spoke indifferently without any emotional fluctuations. The voice narrates, "Not only in the human body, but also in the root of all living things in this world. There is a mortal existence. And as long as it exists, it can be stripped."

"In other words, it means immortality?"

"You may think so."

"Legend of Immortality...you remind me of a story." Zi said thoughtfully, rolling her eyes, and a tentative smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Then let's finish that sentence. ——What a proud person she is, she doesn't need their understanding."

Viola glanced at her lightly, but did not speak.

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Exotic all-purpose terrier...

In fact, the medicine of Penglai is a medicine specially designed to strip the essence of mortals! (towed away

185. Many years after that (2)

更新时间2014-10-2513:59:55字数：3538

The lightning lasted only for a moment, and then the girl's face was wrapped in thick darkness.

"Are you lost?" The girl didn't know how long she hadn't spoken, her voice was dry, like a baby who just learned to speak, slurring syllables vaguely.

The little girl curled up in the depths of the cave nodded in horror.After a moment of silence, perhaps because she didn't know what to say, the girl tried to take a step forward—and at the same time that the little girl trembled violently because of this movement, the girl stopped her footsteps.

That's it.

After going through untold hardships, he finally reached the end point he was after, but he didn't know how to reach out to her.As if seeing the pitiful appearance of the girl curled up in a ball to preserve her only body temperature due to the icy wind and rain, the girl snapped her fingers, and suddenly a ball of flame appeared at her fingertips.The warm light illuminated the dark cave, even in the howling storm behind it, it did not damage the brightness of the flame.

The firelight reflected the girl's face, and made the little girl raise her head.Although she was terrified that the "big sister" in front of her could ignite a flame on her fingertips, the warmth and light brought by the flame made her desire overcome the fear in her heart little by little.

- very warm light.

Someone who can light up such a warm light should not be a bad person.In the innocent thinking of young children, this logic is absolutely valid.

She slowly approached the flames, and the girl squatted down stiffly, and sent the flames from her fingertips in front of her, illuminating the girl's small face, and a trace of warmth penetrated into the body that was about to be numb by the cold. Body, for her, this spark is the brightest and most dazzling solar disk in this dark rain.

"Big sister, what's your name?" The girl couldn't help but think about how easy it is to let a child let go of her vigilance, and then the child's question shot straight into her heart like a sharp arrow. heart.

--name?

The girl was stunned.

Does she have a name?Ah, it seems there are.In that long time, the name that was almost obliterated, the name that was covered with numb dust and then smoothed and buried by himself.

Once upon a time, I also had a home.The tall figure in my impression, the man who should be called my father, and the woman who should be called my mother, even though I was just an unnoticed, ordinary, ordinary, and even non-existent child , but the girl is still very satisfied.

However, one day, this family collapsed.

Regardless of the family, the father proposed to an inexplicable woman who came out of nowhere, and was asked too much.

Later, in order to blindly meet this request, my father almost exhausted everything he could—manpower, material resources, financial resources, everything.But in the end, this man has been working hard for this goal, this dream, like a real soap bubble, was easily pierced by the woman with a pop.

The girl's home was also punctured.

The little happiness that filled the young girl disappeared in an instant.And with that came hatred, deep hatred.

She hated that woman.revenge.This was the only thought left in her mind.

Did it work?No, no, that woman didn't know where she went, but she left one thing behind.Even if he couldn't retaliate against the woman herself, at least he should take what that guy left——

But the girl did not expect that what the woman left behind was a medicine for immortality.

And just like that, she became a ghost.A ghost wandering in time, walking alone on a long road with no end in sight.

And the former self is gradually lost.

That beautiful and hazy dream, that dream about family, slowly dissipated under the cold time.If you can remember this name, you will probably be able to find yourself, the self that was buried by immortality.

The girl suddenly grabbed the girl's hand, and the latter let out a short scream.The girl's face was twisted, she stared at the girl closely, countless mottled fragments passed before her eyes.

who I am?who I am?Who am I who am I?

I have forgotten the past, the present, the future, time, and even myself.

Now I want to get it back.To find my past self that I discarded, buried and spurned.

"My...name?" The voice from those lips was so hoarse that it didn't sound like a human voice.

Think about it...that name.

The name that represents the past, fills the present, and spreads out the future.The name that used to run through her old memories, yellowed and faded, dying.

"What's my name?" The girl's non-flame hand firmly grasped the little hand of the girl in front of her, and murmured incoherently, and the girl's face was pale because of her madness, and she kept trembling and wanted to withdraw her own. Hand, "I, how do I know your name? Weird, let me go...!"

—I forgot myself.

This is more terrible than death.

This is the price paid for immortality.

Frantically brushing away the dust of memory, the girl digs desperately.The desire to find, to retrieve, to rediscover oneself, "just that" desires converged into a frenzied but determined torrent.Layer after layer of dust raised by time was wiped away, and she went back and forth in the millennium.

——To the other side of the already yellowed memory.

Father... what did he call me?

Mother... what did she call me?

Brothers and sisters, relatives and friends...what do you call me?

Little by little, little by little.

"sister……"

"Original……"

The girl wriggled her lips hard, and her mouthpiece turned into the sharpest shovel, trying to break through the numbness that had accumulated for thousands of years.

"my name……"

"Called..."

The last bit of dust was wiped away, and the girl saw the name engraved on the stone tablet of her soul, which she would never forget.

Carve here the proof of her existence in this world.

"—Fujiwara-no-Mokou."

"—Fujiwara Meihong."

Dye itself bright red.

The girl stared at the girl in front of her, and slowly relaxed the strength in her hand.She repeated calmly, "My name is Fujiwara Meihong."

"Fuji, Fujiwara..." The little girl withdrew her hand violently, as if she still had lingering fears about the crazy Mei Hong, but she was reluctant to part with the flame lit by Mei Hong's fingertips.

"Hmm..." Meihong lowered her head slowly, "Sorry, I scared you just now..."

The little girl subconsciously shook her head.

"Then, tell me your name too..." Meihong raised her head and looked at the other party with eyes that were almost pleading.After a short silence, without knowing why or why, the girl put her little hand on top of Meihong's head.

"My name is Huiyin, Shangbaize Huiyin. The teacher told me that touching the head like this can make people happy. You should be happy too, big sister..." Little Huiyin said softly.

"Well, thank you..."

Meihong's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became silent.The flame on her finger still didn't go out, but she just kept squatting on the ground and closed her eyes.

Ahhh, finally relieved.

I can finally... sleep for a while.

Huiyin tilted her head, looked at the person in front of her who fell asleep in a strange position, breathing so steadily, long and rhythmically, and then moved towards the flame on Meihong's fingertips.

The next day, the two were awakened by the crisp sound of birdsong.

"Is it morning already..." Even with the eyes closed, the sunlight still penetrated through without hindrance, burning a white light on the inner wall of the eyelids.Huiyin rubbed her eyes and sat up from the rough ground.In front of her was Mei Hong who was still in a squatting position, and the latter rolled her eyes to look at her.

"Good morning, Sister Meihong." Huiyin said.

"Good morning, and then, please pull me up. I have squatted all night, and I have no feeling in my legs..."

"..."

After pulling Meihong up, the two walked out of the cave. Meihong turned to Huiyin and asked, "Do you remember the way back?"

Huiyin shook her head, Meihong sighed, and stretched out her hand, "Oh, forget it. Hold on to me." Huiyin looked at her in confusion, and Meihong sighed again, regardless of the little girl's screaming, He immediately hugged her horizontally, and then suddenly spread a pair of fire wings behind the girl, just like that, a gust of flaming wind was rolled up and rushed into the sky.The cool morning wind was scalded by the flames, turning into a warm air current that enveloped the two of them. Surrounding them was the boundless blue sky, and what they saw in front of them was a densely packed bamboo forest, and the end of the bamboo forest was wrapped in the morning mist. A human village in .

"Is it there?" Meihong confirmed her position.

"Uh... Hey, are we flying? Are we really flying?" Huiyin, who just came back to her senses, opened her eyes wide and looked at the scenery around her, her little face flushed with excitement.

"Well, it's flying." Is it because she was infected by this pure joy, Meihong smiled calmly.

"It's really flying! Just like a bird!" Little Huiyin hugged her only support in the sky, joy and excitement mixed with a trace of fear, and she tried her best to plunge into Meihong's arms go.

"But having said that, why did you run out of the village?" Meihong asked after thinking for a while.

"...Because when I'm in the full moon, horns will grow on my head..." After a moment of silence, Huiyin replied dully, "It's scary, right? I think so too, and so do everyone... ...So, they all avoided me..."

"It's not scary at all, it's just that horns grow out, and I can also burst into flames." Meihong couldn't help laughing, she stroked the top of Huiyin's head, "Just laugh."

"Eh?"

"So, just show a bright smile. The horns on the head, the full moon transformation, etc., all of them can be defeated with a smile, right? No one will hate such a cute girl, right? ?” Meihong smiled and rubbed Huiyin’s hair, “Now, I’ll take you home.”

"Hmm..." After being stunned for a moment, Huiyin immediately blushed and grabbed Meihong's clothes tightly, then Yiyang seemed to have remembered something and raised her head and asked, "Where does sister Meihong live? Not from the village."

"I..." Meihong couldn't help choking, her eyes rolled a few times, and she casually pointed to the bamboo forest below, "Ah, I live there. If you have time in the future, you can come and play with me anytime."

"Well! Thank you, sister Meihong!"

Meihong pursed her lips and smiled, "Where, I should be the one to say thank you..."

Of course, she didn't say that.

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After reading a certain fanmanga of the Bamboo Grove Group, I would suddenly have a brain hole. I would not say that.

In addition, then, um, just ask for a ticket or something~

186. Many years after that (3)

更新时间2014-10-2720:04:32字数：3342

In this small world, the legend of the Dragon God spreads.

I don't know who spread it, but humans don't seem to reject this legend, and Hakurei, who is a witch, didn't respond to it.As for the monsters - the original monsters in this world don't know what a dragon god is, or even what a "god" is.Rather than interpreting and believing in it seriously, it is better to say that this legend is being spread as a rumor.

Many people think that the dragon god either lives in the vast ocean, lake or sea, or above the nine heavens, in the clouds and mist.It's a pity that only few people know that the dragon god stays in a big sun flower field (by the way, it is said that there is a big monster with a strong and bad personality in this flower field), and stays behind closed doors all year round.

One day, the great sage of youkai visited the gods of this world.But what the Realm Monster didn't expect was that it wasn't Youxiang or Dragon God himself who opened the door of Huatian Mansion for her, but another girl she had never seen before.

"Hello." The girl gathered the fluttering red ribbon on her white feather coat, and bowed slightly to Yakumo Zi.It seems that he is not surprised by Zi's arrival.

"You are..." Zi was stunned for a moment, she had never seen this girl here before, but for some reason, she didn't feel very strange.It's like seeing it somewhere.Before she could express her intentions, the girl turned sideways for her to open the way to the interior of the mansion, "Master Kazami is not here, and Lord Dragon God is in her laboratory. Please come with me."

That was undoubtedly the move of a waiter, but this girl did it so naturally, with a polite and elegant attitude.However, this politeness is completely indifferent politeness, and this elegance is an elegance that rejects people thousands of miles away.

"Miss Feng Jian..." Zi chuckled lightly, this guy still uses the surname he gave her.

The girl led Zi through a long corridor and came to the door of the room that Zi had never entered before.She bowed slightly, then turned and left.Zi seemed to want to stop her at this moment, but finally gave up.And just when Zi was about to knock on the door, the door of the laboratory opened automatically, revealing the scene inside the door.

It is completely different from the impression of "laboratory" in the mind of the realm monster.

Behind the door is an incomparably vast space, filled with large groups of clouds, floating in the air, carrying a book stacked neatly on it, a huge bookshelf, thick-skinned notebooks, There were even more odd gadgets whose names she couldn't even name.And Viola was wearing a nightgown, leaning on a cloud, lazily flipping through a book in her hand, her long white hair hanging down to outline the outline of the cloud that seemed to be solid.

As if sensing the arrival of Zi, the mage closed the book, and with a single finger, a small cloud floated past and floated in front of Zi. After the realm monster sat on it in a comfortable posture, the door of the laboratory opened slightly. Close it lightly, the rectangular black space is covered by pure white, and the cloud carries Zi and flies to Viola.

"Long time no see." Viola said to Zi like this, "How is it outside?"

"You should see everything, right?" The monster sage frowned displeased.

"You know." Viola nodded thoughtfully, her pretentious attitude made Zi feel angry for no reason, "Then you should also know why I came to you."

"Oh, by the way, come to think of it, who do you think that child is?" The mage casually changed the topic, Zi was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "Is that girl? She looks familiar, but I just can't remember who it is .”

"You've seen it before. In the water." Viola chuckled.

"It's that strange fish? Did it also have a humanoid form after turning into a monster?" Zi nodded, "Speaking of that fish, I also remembered some interesting things."

"Oh?"

"That kind of fish is called 'oarfish' by humans, and it is a fish that lives in the ocean. Because of its very special appearance, it is sometimes called a dragon by fishermen." Looking at Viola's frowning eyebrows , Zi smiled happily, "By the way, it also has a name called Dragon Palace Envoy."

"Dragon Palace Envoy and Dragon God, that's all you want to talk about?"

"Don't you think it's a good match? What's her name?"

"No name. You know, I'm not good at giving names to other things. She didn't give herself a name when she transformed. As for Youxiang—can you expect her to care about this?" Viola raised her eyebrows, "Then, you slammed into the door yourself, Naming Master."

"Then let's call it Yongjiang Yijiu." Ziya decided almost immediately, and Viola nodded casually, without asking the meaning of the name.

"It's time to get down to business. Do you feel it?" After finishing this topic, Zi looked at Viola calmly, and subconsciously twirled her hair with her fingers, "The humans..."

"Ah, I feel it." The mage said calmly, "My nose is much more sensitive than yours. I have smelled this smell from the very beginning. It is the smell of death. In the human village, someone died."

death.

This is an unavoidable ending no matter what.

As long as there is life, there will be death. This is a doomed thing and cannot be changed.

What happens after death?After the death of human beings, their bodies will lose their life and decay in the earth, and their souls will break away from the shackles of the material world and come to the outer planes.But before that, according to the beliefs of the soul, or the beliefs of the ethnic group to which the soul belongs, it will usually be judged by the god in charge of death in a certain pantheon, and then enter into a state that is consistent with its previous ideas and philosophical views. Become a petitioner among the matching outer planes.

Of course, not all souls will definitely pass by the God of Death, and not all souls will return to their final destination.Some souls who are too obsessed, or bound by spells, and polluted by evil forces will become undead creatures, ghosts that rely on negative energy for a living, and wander in the material world.

However, in this world, the above conditions are not fully met.There is no evil power in this world, and no one can cast spells to imprison the dead as undead creatures under Viola's nose. Only those souls with too strong obsessions will continue to stay here.

But... the current situation is that even those souls with not strong obsessions will stay here.

In other words, the souls of any dead cannot leave this world to go to the other side—they are all bound by this demiplane.

"The main material plane is on the middle axis of the multiverse, up to the astral world and the outer world, and down to the ether world and the inner world. If a mortal in the material world dies, his soul can naturally pass through the astral world without hindrance. to its final destination, but not here.” Viola recounted the fact softly, “This world is located in the ether world, and the ether world and the outer world are isolated, unlike the material plane. It can directly lead to the outer plane. After the human beings here die, their souls can't do anything except wander here."

"That's the problem... If it goes on like this, sooner or later, the soul of the dead will fill the world. And even now, that soul has already begun to haunt the human village. No, it's not so much haunting, it's more like attachment She refused to leave there, and it must have caused a series of strange phenomena." Zi's brows were deeply furrowed, and her fingers were tightly twisted together, "Is there any way... to get through the ether world and the outer layer?" Is it the passage between the faces?"

"It's impossible to connect directly." Without even thinking about it, Viola categorically denied it, "At least I can't do it. Bypassing the main material world and directly connecting the etheric plane and the outer plane, this kind of Things are not within my ability. At least, I need to find a transfer point."

"Sure enough, I still can't do it." Zi smiled wryly, "Things that even you can't do..."

"So I need some time to make a transfer station, a transfer station that carries the soul, in other words, to open up a channel connecting the spiritual world and the physical world. But if I have to do all this work by myself, the amount of work will be very large. Great. It would be best to find someone to help..." Viola pondered for a moment, tapped her forehead with her slender fingers, and said to Zi while thinking.

"Do you want someone to help?"

"There is no doubt about it. The most ideal situation is to find a judge of souls."

"If it's just to connect the material world and the spiritual world, Boli can do it too."

"It's already very difficult for her to maintain the existing channel? If there is a second one... how much do you hate her?" Viola glanced at Zi.

"Uh, you're right, but can't you just use the existing channel?" Zi hesitated and asked.

"The yin energy of the soul will corrode the channel, and it will also be passed on to the witch herself. If you think her death is too slow, then do it. What I need is a person who will not be eroded by death energy." A transfer station." Viola explained lightly.

"...It's really surprising that your understanding of Boli's secret technique is actually deeper than mine." Zi opened his eyes wide.

"It's nothing to be surprised about. It's just one of the mysteries of space." The mage sighed, "Okay, let's not talk about this, the next thing will be even more troublesome."

"But when it comes to the judge of the soul, I do know one, and I'm afraid she won't help..." Yakumo Zi tapped her palm with a folding fan, and said slowly.

"Does divine power exist?"

"I don't know if she counts as the 'divine existence' you mentioned..."

"Forget it, but you have to try anyway." Viola shook her head, "You can do it in your own way, after all, I also have my own mission, besides opening the channel of the soul, there are other things. Things to do."

"I hope it goes well." Zi smiled wryly again.

"I hope..." Viola's eyes flickered, and she didn't say any more.

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More and more I feel like I'm writing a unit drama that lacks continuity between chapters...

fuzzy thinking...

By the way, I’m asking for tickets and collections, whether I can satisfy my obsessive-compulsive disorder of recommending 1w collections of 4000 before finishing the book, it’s up to the readers...

187. Many years after that (4)

更新时间2014-11-219:54:19字数：3410

Viola stood on an empty land, beside her were Zi Yakumo and another girl.

"This little girl is the one you found... the judge of the soul?" The mage looked at the petite (similar to himself) girl with a stern face holding a repentance stick in front of him, a little dazed.After hearing this sentence, the other party immediately responded unceremoniously: "I am not 'this little girl', but a member of Yan Mo. My name is Siji Yingji, please state your name, dragon!"

"It's been a long time since I've been called by my race...my name is Viola, little girl." Viola narrowed her eyes and looked at Siji Yingji, as if she felt uncomfortable with the latter speaking to her in a tone almost commanding. Very upset.

"Calm down, I didn't bring Master Siji here to quarrel with you." Looking at Siji Yingji's eyebrows that were gradually raised, looking like she was about to explode, Zi hurriedly smiled wryly and smoothed things over Well, she knew Yan Mo's serious and old-fashioned character, and she also knew Viola's proud and awkward character. If these two guys had a quarrel, she couldn't stand it.

"That's right." Seemingly adhering to a work-oriented attitude, Siji Yingji gave up her plan to continue bickering with Viola. She gave the mage a hard look, and Viola responded without hesitation. eye knife.Siji cleared his throat, coughed and said: "I already know the general situation. Due to the barriers of the planes, the souls that passed away in that world cannot directly reach hell or heaven, so I need to judge and guide them, no problem Bar?"

"That's it. The channel connecting the spirit world and the present world has been created here, and the lost souls there will follow the guide to come here, and then the normal process of soul trial can be carried out