[Comprehensive English and American] This is not a serious day-to-day

"Can I bring these letters back to the world?" Rania asked.

In the world of the undead, many steps can be simplified. For example, Raniya does not need to wait until Maria finds a pen and paper, and then gives her enough time to write a long letter. A letter appeared out of nowhere between her fingers, and she gently squeezed it.

"Of course, as long as you accept it, you will never lose it before you hand it over to the recipient." Maria folded her hands together, and the envelope was put into her palm. When she opened her hands, only the palm was left. A candy with "Tony Stark" written on it.

She kissed Rania's forehead, and gave her a slightly lonely smile: "Thank you, little messenger."

Martha watched Rania put the candy in her pocket, held her hand, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's go."

"Wait a minute." Rania thought for a while, then suddenly stopped, turned to the old people behind her, and asked, "Do you have any letters that you want me to carry?"

Since it does not take time to write letters, and her pockets are big enough, Raniya feels that it does not matter to bring more letters. After all, she is the only living person who has entered the world of the undead for so long. After she leaves, I am afraid These undead will not have a second chance to transmit their voices to the world.

Her proposal stunned the others present.

When Maria's request was accepted by Rania, these undead were not without envy, but these letters cannot be forwarded by a second soul, Rania must personally find the recipients and deliver the letters to the recipients , and facing a 15-year-old girl, they were embarrassed to let her run around for them without pay.

But they didn't expect Rania to propose it.

The silence lasted for a moment, and the old man beside the chessboard was the first to laugh.

"I don't think I need it," he winked mischievously at Rania, his eyes were as blue as the waters of Florida, "I believe they can still do a good job without the guidance of the voice of the undead. Why don't you give this opportunity to your friends."

This sentence surprised Raniya, her small face showed a little confusion, but the next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"You're . . . right," she said.

Who would not have lost relatives and friends?Who wouldn't want to see their deceased parents again?And who can have the opportunity to communicate with the underworld and transmit the voice from the world of the undead to the human world?

Rania is here now.

"But how do I find them?" she asked.

"Do you know how the newly born undead find their relatives and friends?" Martha asked.

Rania shook her head.

A petal floated to Martha's palm. She pinched the petal and swept it lightly in the air. A series of golden lines spewed out from the trajectory of the petal, sketching a childish stick figure.

The stick figure moved, the coffin was buried in the tomb at the funeral, the crowd wiped their tears beside the tomb, the undead rose from the tombstone in a blink of an eye, and walked into the colorful world of the undead.

"When a person dies, if they can't go to heaven or hell, they will walk on the road paved with petals and come to the world of the dead." Martha said, "Heaven and hell are not easy to enter, the saints in this world And sinners are only a few, the most are ordinary people, so more people will stay here."

She swept around with petals: "We are all imperfect ordinary people, this is the second world."

Faint orange-gold light dust floats in the air, and Raniya watches the light dust rise slowly and merge into the ever-changing stick figure above her head.

At the beginning, it was a dense crowd, and soon the lines built thatched cottages, and the straw cottages turned into wooden houses, and the wooden houses turned into stone houses. Rows of houses appeared in the blank, and the street extended accordingly. The lights came on, and shops appeared on the street. On the night, wagons brought pumpkins and candy, ribbon-wrapped balloons flew into the sky, and fireworks were set off over town.

"At the beginning, there was nothing here, but we have desires, we are still nostalgic for the world, and we don't want to leave," Martha said, "So houses appeared, streets appeared, shops and lights appeared, and technology in the world was developing. The technology here is also developing, and every bit of change comes from the desire of the undead, and the desire can change the world."

The golden fireworks exploded, and the light spots fell one after another. Maria caught the rain of light spots and let them fly around.

"The undead don't really need that," she said with a smile, "but it makes us feel like we're still alive, just so far away from the people we love, so far away that we can never reach them."

Rania watched the golden threads being pulled away one by one, rising into the sky, and exploding into fireworks one after another, filling the sky with light and dust.

"Hate lasts longer than love, tragedy is more memorable than comedy, and the devil uses negative emotions as energy, because in the world, these are better obtained." Martha said, "but it is different in the world of the dead."

"Not even God or Satan can pull this world into hell. They will come to visit here, but they can't stay here. This world is built by love. It is love and longing that connect us with the living. These emotions cannot Exist in heaven or hell, but here alone, they are the powers we have."

"And the rules here are..."

The lady wearing a pearl necklace took Rania's hand and said softly: "Everyone you connect with will eventually come to you."

Rania understood.

That's why she met Martha the first time she entered the world of the undead, and then met Mr. Stark's parents. If she went on, she would meet more people who knew her. Not completely safe, but the newborn undead will never be in danger, because the undead they know are waiting for their arrival.

"It's not difficult to find your friends' relatives and friends, but it will take a lot of time," Maria pinched Rania's face and said with a smile, "If you want to find them, you have to hurry up."

She clapped her hands, and a moment later, there was a whistling sound in the distant sky, two tracks cut through the night sky, and stopped in front of Rania in a blink of an eye.

Martha glanced at it and smiled: "Howard still made you a flying broom."

"I really don't think Tony's armor looks good," Maria said solemnly, and then couldn't help laughing, urging, "I lent it to you, go quickly."

Thomas said he would wait for them at the entrance of the Ghost Wasteland, and after thanking Maria, Rania and Martha rode on the broom and flew into the sky.

"See the light?" Martha said. "Follow the light."

Rania took her word for it.

Soon after, she followed the light to find Peter's uncle and parents.

Ben Parker wished she would bring a letter to May and Peter. "He's a nice lad," he said cheerfully, "but I can't tell you what he's done for him."

And his mother was in tears.

"I wish..." she choked out, "I really wish I could grow up with him."

She broke down in tears before she could finish her sentence, and was embraced by her husband.

Next up are Dick's parents.Rania didn't know them at all until the light directed her to stop, and they were surprised to see her, but they thanked her sincerely after learning why she had come.

Then there was an old man named Jonathan Kent, whom Raniya still didn't know, but thinking about Xiao Qiao, she seemed to understand why.

"The people I've been in contact with..." she asked, "Is it judged by the people I've had a crush on recently?"

"Yes." Martha said.

Then Rania was not surprised by anyone she met next.She took the letter for Alfred, she took the letter for "Diana Prince", she took the letter for "Jason Todd" - presumably for a meeting Jason...

Soon the candies filled her pockets, each one had a name written on it, and each letter carried a heavy yearning.

Because the broom was flying too low, she almost bumped into an old man walking his dog while watching cartoons.

"Sorry!" Raniya yelled hastily.

The old man waved to her: "Bon voyage!"

They flew far away and spent more time than imagined. The sun rises and sets, the moon sinks and the moon rises, and the Day of the Dead is quietly coming.

From the beginning to the end, Rania did not see her former guardian.Listening to the whistling wind, she didn't know whether she should be happy or not.

The further they met, the farther the connection between Rania and the people they met became, and the spot of light guiding her became dimmer and dimmer, until finally there were only faint traces left, which almost disappeared into the air, and Rania also knew that this probably That's the last one.

It was finally time for her to leave.

Seeing that the house at the end of the light and dust was already in sight, Rania glanced at Martha, hesitated for a while, and spoke slowly.

"Actually... I just want to see the world for a day or two more," she said.

Martha was not surprised: "I know."

She touched the little girl's messy hair: "But your idea of ​​sending letters for them is not false. We should all thank you."

"Where's your letter?" Rania asked.

"Wait till we get to the door," said Martha.

Before she finished speaking, the trajectory of the light dust suddenly collapsed and turned back into a point of light.

Martha was taken aback for a moment, and then she stretched out her hand to stop Rania, and the two of them stopped in the air like this.

"what happened?"

Martha looked at the houses in the distance with a complicated expression, and sighed.

"No need to go, he's gone," she said.

Raniya didn't understand what she meant at first: "... Gone?"

Her breathing suddenly paused, and she asked after a while, "But aren't you undead?"

"If all the dead people throughout the ages were in this world, how many people would there be here?" Martha smiled, "Honey, we will all disappear one day."

She looked at the little girl who was looking at her without blinking, and reached out to straighten her hair.

"Because the last person who remembered his story died too," she said, "or forgot him."

"I... don't understand." Raniya said slowly.

"You'll understand," Martha said, "everyone has a story, and the stories of the dead can only be told by the living, and the stories live on after we die, some good, some bad, but nothing boring No two stories are the same. Everyone is a storyteller, and every story has an ending. And if the last person who remembers your story forgets you, you will disappear from this world and never There is no trace to be found."

She said: "Story has magic power. When someone listens to your story, you become a part of his life, a moment, a picture, a vague emotion, you share your world with him, he I will give back to you for a while."

Rania looked into her eyes.

"How can I keep you from disappearing?" she asked.

"You didn't listen carefully," Martha said, "I said, all the dead will disappear, and great people can be remembered longer and can exist longer, but they will eventually disappear in this world just like the small people." World."

"The same goes for heroes?"

"Same. Heroes don't die, they just fade away in people's memory."

Rania didn't speak.

Still a child.Martha thought.

They accepted this a long time ago. Adults have long known the meaning of death. It is a blessing for them to have a long life after death. When that day finally comes, even regret, resistance, or despair , They actually accepted this fact in their hearts long ago.But children are different. They are not mature enough to understand death and refuse to accept the loss of a loved one, even if it is not the first time.

"Come on, Thomas is still waiting for you." She tried to keep her tone as light as possible.

"But I remember you." The little girl said stubbornly, "I will return to the world, I will know your stories, and I will remember you."

"Yes, so we will exist for a long time, don't worry, Raniya." Martha said softly, "That will be a long, long time."

But a long time is not forever.Rania thought.

She looked at the gentle and beautiful woman in front of her, thinking that one day she would disappear, and Guangchen would not be able to find her, they would all disappear without exception, and everyone she knew would eventually be forgotten and disappear into the vast world.

Human beings are very forgetful, Rania doesn't trust their memory, she trusts herself more.

"I'll live," she said.

"I will always live, no matter how painful it is, I will live even if I lose everything, even if I do whatever it takes," Rania said, "I will never forget you, as long as I am alive, you will always be alive." Will not die in the end, I promise you."

Martha obviously took her promise as a child's words, and just patted her helplessly: "Then remember you promised me, dear, to live forever."

Just as she was about to say the next sentence, her expression suddenly changed, and she turned to look at the edge of the sky.

Rania looked along her line of sight, and saw that the sky seemed to be stained with ink, and a line of black clouds rolled towards them.

"Let's go!" Martha slapped the broom without hesitation, and rushed out together with Rania, the speed suddenly increased to the highest, rushing to the other end of the city like a gust of wind.

"What's that?" Rania asked, clutching the broom handle.

"You have been discovered," Martha said quickly, "you have stayed here for too long, they have already discovered that you are not a dead person...you must leave immediately."

Her face turned cold: "The world of the undead is not the Garden of Eden, there is no gap here...not everyone is good. When I say ordinary people, I mean everyone here has a dark side, but normal people will restrain themselves, and some have lost themselves in the dark side."

Rania looked back at the approaching black line, and as the distance got closer, she could gradually see that the black line was a sea-like black mist, with a large number of ghosts surging inside: "What will happen if you are discovered?"

"You are an outsider and do not belong to this world. The undead can occupy your body and then return to the human world through the Ghost Plain." The direction of gravity in front of her changed again, and Martha instantly raised the head of the broom and rushed straight towards the sky.

Raniya was blinded by the wind: "But why do they want to live again? Isn't this bad now?"

Martha's sigh disappeared with the wind: "Do you think we are really indistinguishable from the living?"

She yelled, "They're coming! Rania, go!"

"Go! Go back to the world!"