Chapter 145

Hell.

Everything is nothing, and the eyes are full of yellow sand.

Countless ghosts wandering in the wilderness, nowhere to return, after a hundred years into nothingness, soul. They shall not be seen by the living, nor shall they eat anything earthly.

In the face of war, cold winter and severe drought, people starve to death before they die, and it is even more difficult after they die.

Occasionally there are ghosts who have survived for more than a hundred years, either eating something they can't eat, or being trapped in something.

Most of those things are of alien flesh and blood. After eating them, they lose their senses and are hungry forever.

The ghosts trapped in certain objects can't even go a few meters away, and they are suffering from the sting of the soul needle day and night when they encounter the evil objects with strong hostility.

When baozi died, it was not twenty.

He was called baozi, not his own name, but a witch doctor in the tribe gave him his surname and gave him a "Zi" as a name. It refers to the person with the surname "Bao". It has nothing to do with what is later called "baozi" without stuffing, and it has nothing to do with the later stuffed baozi.

It's hard to have a surname.

He studied with the witch doctor for many years. He watched the witch doctor study such and such herbs, grow poisonous and non poisonous things, and taste a lot of them as experimental objects.

At that time, the steamed stuffed bun face was thin and waxy yellow, and there was only one skin on the arm, not a bit of meat, barely able to see the personal type. He laughed and thought that in many years, he would become a new witch doctor and be respected by the tribal people. One day

Shennong

That's what he thought.

Baozi is born with self judgment on things. He never said anything because of the crowd, and often fell into quiet thinking. Therefore, he is often found by people in the tribe to distinguish right from wrong.

A witch doctor's entourage, a discerning person who can speak, people will always be convinced.

However, he died very early.

Death will not let go of his weak existence just because of his kindness in how he behaves and how he does things.

As soon as he closed his eyes and opened them again, he saw that he was being buried in the soil, and the people of the tribe were all sad and reluctant. In the tribe, death represents separation, which is also a big event.

He sat on the mound, looking at his bag and thinking It turns out that after death, I can still feel something.

It turns out that this is the ghost.

After becoming a ghost, he gradually got to know other ghosts and knew a lot of things.

Instead of fighting, most ghosts are friendly and exchanging all kinds of news.

Some told baozi that there are other races in the world. In remote places, there are dragon and Phoenix, which are the two most powerful races. Some told baozi that there are immortals in the world. After the immortals die, they will be treated differently from human beings.

Some people told baozi that most of the things that ghosts can eat are not good, because ghosts are too fragile to bear.

Baozi gathered all kinds of news and then went to Mount Tai.

As a person, it's hard to go far, afraid of dark and cold winter.

Now as a ghost, he can go far away without worrying about whether his weak body will die.

Baozi finally took a look at his own bag and set foot on the road to Mount Tai. I don't know how many years it has been. Mainly There are not many ghosts who know the road. Most of them can only point to a general direction.

When he got to the foot of Mount Tai, he looked up at the mountain and was full of confusion: "why is it no different from the mountain he met on his way?"

There is a feeling that the name doesn't match the reality.

Steamed stuffed buns float up the mountain, looking for something different on the mountain.

What is the difference between the places where immortals can be reincarnated?

At this time, Baozi didn't know that for ordinary ghosts, the real Mount Tai would never get in. The barrier of the interface completely separates Mount Tai, which has only ordinary creatures, from Mount Tai, which receives immortals.

The real Mount Tai is a world of its own.

Steamed stuffed buns have been wandering on Mount Tai for a long time, but they can't find the entrance.

He looked for it again and again, from a little confused to the last disappointment, and it didn't take much time to change. He clearly understood how weak he was, so weak that he was excluded from the real power of the world.

"Baozi" can only be an attendant of a witch doctor, who died less than 20 years later.

Maybe a lot of ghosts, like him, are searching for something, but they don't find it at all. At last, they choose to contact those things that are one in ten thousand and become powerful. As a result, they become 9999 failures.

He sat on the top of Mount Tai, staring into the distance.

When you don't speak, you will think a lot more. He thinks from the rising of the sun to the setting of the west, from spring to winter, from a year to a new year.

At that time, philosophy had not yet sprouted, and everything was incomprehensible.Human characters are still in the state of pictorial symbols, and tribes are all in the state of the jungle.

Baozi thought of all his life and began to think about all kinds of things along the way. As a result, he thought of all his life.

He wondered why there were so many people in the world who wanted to live for a long time and wanted to be ghosts for a long time. It's boring after a long time. Go outside, that is to say, there is an endless moment to see the scenery.

After the steamed stuffed bun was so confused, he found the answer himself: I should know too little.

Know too little, know too little, see too little, which makes the unknown world full of boring.

What a pity.

Oh, what a pity.

Baozi made a judgment for himself.

He went down from Mount Tai and decided to see all kinds of races, including Terran, demon, witch, dragon and Phoenix

It is not necessarily a lucky thing to welcome the day of your own destruction in the unknown.

Steamed stuffed bun drifts slowly down the mountain, thinking about Mount Tai: "if other places are the same as Mount Tai, it's a pity that the name doesn't match the reality."

Facts have proved that if you think about it, you'd better not talk about it.

As soon as his words fell, Mount Tai collapsed.

Huge rolling stones fell from the mountain and rumbled down it. Mountain soil with trees and all kinds of messy things, all rolling down.

Baozi is in mid air. I don't know if I should go on.

He didn't do the damage to the landslides. If they collapse, they will collapse.

If you're human, there's no one around.

If it's a ghost, it won't hurt.

The bun continued to float down, very calm.

From the original point of view, if you can see steamed stuffed bun, you can witness the absurd scene. Mount Tai is shaking and almost suffered a devastating natural blow. However, there is still a ghost floating down the mountain.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Baozi was dazed and didn't understand what happened.

The sky is empty, there is no sun, no moon, so bright.

Looking at the yellow sand all over the ground, there are endless edges.

He also saw a lot of ghosts

He didn't see many ghosts in Mount Tai just now.

Baozi turned back suddenly.

Behind him is the same yellow sand, not even a rolling hillside, it is very boring.

Baozi went to a nearby Ghost: "what happened? Where is this? "

The ghost was at a loss: "I don't know, I was just in the corpse mountain."

Baozi: "corpse mountain?"

The ghost nodded: "there are so many dead people there. The corpses are piled up into mountains, so it's called corpse mountain. I was there to study where my body was thrown

Obviously, the ghost was still in Gui Sheng's distress: "maybe it was separated into many sections and lost. Well, it's really hard for me

After hearing this, Baozi felt very embarrassed.

He went on chatting along the topic casually: "why do so many people die?"

It's rare to see a place with a lot of people, which indicates that the place where the ghost originally stayed should be a very big tribe.

Even if it's a little common for many people to die, who makes human beings too vulnerable. On the contrary, it's not much more fragile after becoming a ghost.

The ghost answered his question seriously: "I've been arrested for blood sacrifice, forge a weapon. It's like a lich war. You need a magic weapon. But I don't think it's very successful. The weapon of blood sacrifice is evil. I'm afraid it's a magic knife. All real treasures are born with nature. "

After hearing this, Baozi opened his eyes wide: "blood sacrifice?"

The ghost nodded and sighed: "yes. One by one, they caught the edge of the pool and bled. It's like we kill pheasants. "

Baozi did not dare to imagine the picture, only said: "it should not be like this."

So do ghosts.

That's no good.

But no matter it's human or ghost, they can't stop this killing. So far, who can solve it

Ghost: "so shall we go around? I think it's strange that we're here, too. Who wants a bunch of ghosts to forge a new ghost thing? "

Steamed stuffed bun

That sounds scary.

The steamed stuffed bun floated forward: "go, let's get to know."

Ghosts and ghosts go together, and it's hard to get to know this place. This place is too big, and go straight ahead, I don't know how long, the surrounding environment is not changed at all.

The boundless yellow sand land is not as interesting as watching the rolling clouds on the top of Mount Tai.

Together, together, they were scattered.

Say separate action, but know to go one more way, perhaps the outcome is the same.

The future is long, only loneliness.After walking for a long time, I saw some ghosts who were sent here for no reason. Some of them lost control and ran around. They didn't even know where they got the bones to gnaw at.

Where the hell is this?

Why are they here?

Until there was another shaking, Baozi smelled a bloody smell.

He opened his eyes, witnessed the blood sea in the yellow sand, and then countless out of control ghosts rushed to the blood sea. The devils, who lost their sense, rushed over and made a shrill cry, then disappeared.

These terrible scenes

"You're not a devil, you'd better stand on the side." Suddenly a girl voice came from the side.

Baozi, turn around and stay.

In the world, there used to be a beautiful one, with long hair like Qingsi waterfall and white skin like lanolin cream.

He listened to the voice, looked at the sea of blood in front, as if looking at the most normal things, with a faint sigh: "human beings are really a very sad race."

Baozi thought: No.

It's no pity for human beings to see such a kind beauty as you.

But he didn't say it.

For fear of disturbing the woman, he only dares to be a fool on the side. He doesn't move and doesn't say a word.

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