Should the soul

Horses swim in the sand, fish fly in the sky.

Today's sunset is particularly beautiful, the vast world seems to be giving birth to a beautiful childbirth, the whistling wind brings soft sounds, and the endless desert is like an ocean.

The creatures here are all ghosts.

The oldest group of fish flapped their wings and surrounded the uninvited guest: this ghost was different from other ghosts, he had human limbs, but he was different from a human, his hair was disheveled, and his face was blurred.

The school of fish couldn't communicate with him, so they swung their fins and passed through his chest softly. The beautiful and ethereal chime sound echoed in the ghost's body——

who are you?

from where?

Where are you going?

The ghost turned around, picked up the small orange koi with the head in its arms like a model, folded its palms together, and pressed it into the palm of its hand——

do not know.

do not know.

do not know.

The ghost opened its palm and let the fish out.

The fish shook its crumpled fin angrily, turned its head and swished away, and the ghost stared at the group of little creatures, observing from their actions, guessed that they should be discussing internally at this time.

He didn't lie just now, he really didn't remember his name.

In the Far West, he waited for more than 400 days and nights to enter the underworld. The ghosts who lined up to be reincarnated like him lined up from the gate of the underworld to the gate of the void. Finally, he was lined up. The ghost guard glanced at him and said that he could not Enter.

The ghost asked the reason, and the ghost replied, "If you are short of catty and short of two, you will not be released."

The ghost refused to accept it, looked at his intact limbs, and then at the brother with a broken leg in front of him, asking himself what was missing?The ghost patted the table impatiently: "What is missing is the soul!"

The Underworld is understaffed, and people keep dying in the world. The ghost guard who guards the gate has not been on duty for more than a month. Pointing to his head, he added angrily: "The Underworld doesn't look at your limbs, it looks at the three souls and seven Po! Tell me about you, why are you so careless! Go back and look for it, if you got lost halfway!"

The ghost was insulted and furious.A few ghosts quickly caught the master who wanted to cause trouble, grabbed his arm, and threw him into the quicksand neatly.

When the ghosts in the line behind heard the movement, they all looked this way, then turned back as usual, and moved forward tacitly and spontaneously——

There was a muffled humming sound all around.

The "nameless ghost" stood in the desert for a while in awe, not knowing where his soul was lost.

The fishes finished their chattering, represented by a bold dark green fish——

"Go straight to the east, that's where you live."

It circled around the ghost's body a few times, kindly showed him the way and added an additional reminder, "Your mountain god and river god have a blockade line, and you need a guide to let you pass. You don't have a name, and you probably don't have a guide. Those who cross the border Time, remember to be smart."

A huge and charming moon hangs above the mid-heaven, and the female wolf leads a group of little wolves howling towards the moon.

The "nameless ghost" thanked the school of fish with human etiquette, stepped lightly on his feet, and walked away on the moon.

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The world is at war.

The "nameless ghost" knew why the ghosts queuing up were so strange at this time.He originally wanted to calculate who he was, where he died, and where his soul might be based on the time of his death, but the population and household registration in the world are all messed up. It is said that even if it is found, there may not be officials who accurately record the time of death of the deceased.

The "nameless ghost" was very frustrated and could only look for a needle in a haystack.

The "nameless ghost" was temporarily arrested as a soldier in the shadows to fight for mortals, and was temporarily arrested to dredge the Yellow River to do coolies. How many days and nights have passed, but once the ghost gets busy, he doesn't know what day and night, two thousand seven hundred and thirty-four days and nights?Or two thousand 730 four days and nights?In the end, he smashed the pot and didn't remember it.

He walked through the vast Gobi all the way, through the ruins of a fertile but uninhabited dead city. He saw piles of bones beside the road, most of which were sheep bones, but there were also horse bones, cow bones, and wolf bones...

Thankfully, no human bones.

Although people are ruthless, they are still willing to choose a tomb for the same kind and bury it in the ground. Gradually, the land began to harden, and there were roads, and there were signboards, wine covers and other things with words on the side of the road. In the crop fields covered by mud and ash , It is no longer weeds and thorns, but the scorched ruins and broken tiles have also begun to be moved and cleaned.

Ghosts often stand beside the crowd and listen carefully to people's conversations. They know that the country's name is "Shun" and the emperor's surname is "Tang".

The "nameless ghost" walked along the official road in the world, turned over a high ridge, and saw a wide river channel rushing through a long southeast valley. On the road, they soon found a group of their own kind in the valley.

The nameless ghost leaned over: "Excuse me, where are we going?"

The group of ghosts turned their heads and said concisely: "Eat."

"Nameless Ghost"'s dark eyes lit up, and he followed immediately.

The cold spring wind whizzed by, and the small shop was 60% off. There were few live guests, but the dead guests were ready. More than [-] empty eyes, eagerly waiting for the hot steamed buns to boil and then swarmed up .

The ghosts volley in the air to catch the hot air on the buns, scrambling to be the first to knead and eat them.

A pot of truce, those who are full disperse, and those who are not full lean against the corner, waiting for the next pot.

Brown stubble covered the cook's cheeks and chin, and the snow-white dough gradually became soft and elastic under his thick hands. The unknown ghost was guarding the side of the street, chasing cats while admiring the heroic appearance of the cook making buns.

Ghosts are not afraid of animals. After all, many animals are as insensitive as living people, like dogs, but not cats. Cats will see them and blow their fur, especially black cats.

Once the living people saw the black cat blowing hair, the chef only opened the shop for half a day to avoid the taboo, and the portion of steamed buns also decreased. The nameless kid reported that he took on an important mission bravely: chase the cat.On this day, the sky had not yet been polished, and he dutifully stood at the intersection of the street looking at the six roads and listening to all directions. At this time, a rickety old ghost trembled over, leaning awkwardly on the outside of the steamed stuffed bun shop. .

"You are not a local ghost." The old ghost shivered twice in the cold wind.

"Nameless Ghost" admitted generously: "Yes, I am not."

The old ghost didn't seem to be here to pester his hometown, so he asked in a long voice, "Do you know? The buns here are very famous."

"know."

"Then do you know what meatball this is?"

"Nameless Ghost" chuckled, the old man was testing him, "Pork, what kind of meat can it be?"

"No." The old man corrected: "It's Zhou Yinrou."

He introduced to the "nameless ghost" sternly: "In our place, pigs are slaughtered at night, and every time a pig is slaughtered, the word Zhou Yin is written on the pig skin. Meat!"

"Okay, okay, Zhou Yinrou," the nameless ghost agreed with a smile. Looking at the old man, he knew that he wanted to talk in depth, and asked: "Then Zhou Yin is a big villain this week. What bad things did he do? You hate him so much?"

"He killed me!"

The old ghost trembled, his breath trembling with anger: "He ordered to kill a lot of people, look over there, outside the city, it's not that they have been idling and not planting crops, because there are mass graves there, dead There are too many people, too many, and the bones will be washed out one by one in years with heavy rain. Last year, some naive dolls went there to herd sheep, beat the rammed earth platform with wooden sticks, and cracked my skull Come out!"

Speaking of sadness, the old ghost took off his head with trembling hands, pointed to the Tianling cover and showed it to the "nameless ghost", "Look, it's all broken, broken!"

The nameless ghost lowered his head to have a look, hey, it really is a big hole.

About eight years ago, or maybe seven years ago, there was a big battle two miles away from the west end of Taniguchi Village. Half a year later, the neighboring village could still smell the lingering smell of blood.

In the last hundred years, there are only a handful of wars with a scale of more than [-] people, and unilateral massacres of more than [-] people are even more unheard of.The people here hated Zhou Yin who issued the slaughter order. With a radius of five miles, they privately agreed that every pig slaughter would be carried out at night, and the word "Zhou Yin" was written on the pig skin to show their hatred for sleeping on the skin and eating meat.

"Seven layers of hell!"

The old ghost held his head, staring at the black void with a pair of black eyes, chewing his upper and lower jaws: "Seven layers of hell! Zhou Yin is going to go to the seven layers of hell!"

The ghost trumpets pierce the night, and the injustice and hatred are unstoppable. The "nameless ghost" shrugged his shoulders and stepped away.Under the vibrating oil lamp ten steps away, the industrious cook suddenly felt a gust of cold wind, turned around in a rare way, and put on a piece of clothing.