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The person squatting at the side of the street and burning paper was Xia Xin. For a moment I even suspected that I was seeing things, but when she looked up at me, I knew I wasn't seeing things.

She asked a little blankly: "Hu Chujiu, is that you?"

I saw that her eyes weren't focused, and I was worried. I reached out my hand and waved it in front of her eyes. She didn't respond.

I said to Xia Xin, "What happened to your eyes?"

Xia Xin froze for a moment, then bitterly smiled and said, "My eyes are fine, I just can't see a ghost."

I looked at her in astonishment. "Do you see a ghost?" How is that possible? "

Xia Xin sighed and said to me, "Come in, let's have a good chat." Then she turned and opened the door.

Xia Xin walked in, but just as I was about to follow, Little Tang Wei called out to me from behind, "Hey!"

I turned around and glanced at Little Tang Wei. Little Tang Wei wanted to say something but she hesitated. In the end, she couldn't help but say: "I'm not trying to sow discord, I keep having the feeling that Xia Xin is weird."

I said, "I know she's weird, so I have to find out. Stay close to penitent monk and Xiao Miao, don't run around. "

Then I went into the room. Inside the house is very cold and dark. Even though I am a soul, I still couldn't help but shiver.

After entering the house, Xia Xin lit an oil lamp and looked me up and down in the light.

I curiously asked, "You can see me now?"

Xia Xin replied, "This Inside the house has dense Yin Qi. When the soul walks in, I can see it."

I nodded and looked around. The furnishings of Inside the house were very simple: one living room, one bedroom.

It was obvious that no one had come to this living room before, because the furnishings inside were very willful. There was a table facing the door with three tablets on it.

These three tablets gave me the chills. One of them wrote: My good teacher, Mr. Zhao. The second one read: My best friend, Little Tang Wei. The third one read: My yearning for Hu Chujiu.

There was something complicated in me, and I didn't know whether to be happy or afraid. I took a deep breath and tried my best to look unfazed. After a dry laugh, I asked, "Why did you give me a memorial tablet?"

Xia Xin was silent for a moment before she said faintly, "After you left, many things happened in the human world. I can't explain it in one or two words. In short, your situation isn't too optimistic."

My heart sank when I heard this. "So, I have no chance of surviving?"

Xia Xin said, "The hope is slim."

In fact, it was almost impossible for him to use the word 'dim' just for the sake of being tactful.

At this moment, I heard a burst of weeping again. Xia Xin walked into the bedroom and coaxed.

I couldn't help but walk in, and then my scalp went numb with fear. There were three children lying on the bed, all of them in paper.

Two of them lay motionless in the corner, their bodies covered in dust. The other one was crying, while Xia Xin was hugging him, comforting him.

I whispered, "Where did you get these kids?"

Xia Xin said, "I asked the plasterer to make it for me."

I glared at him. "You know that these children are fake?" What exactly is going on? "

Xia Xin said, "After the three of you die, there's no meaning for me to stay in the mortal world. I just want your souls back."

"I've been to many places and visited many experts. In the end, I found this place. This is called Wang Manor."

I replied, "Yes, there's a stone tablet at the entrance of the village with Wang Manor written on it."

Xia Xin smiled weirdly, "It's not the Wang Manor that you think. Zhang Wang, Li Zhao's king, was changed by the villagers themselves to prevent the name of the village from appearing out of the blue.

When I heard this, I immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. This name was really strange.

I said to Xia Xin, "How can you name a village like this? Is there anything special about this village? "

Xia Xin acknowledged, "This place is very special. Ghosts that escape from the Yin will be the first to appear here, so this place is called the Mansion of the Dead. "

I suddenly understood.

Xia Xin pointed to the three paper men in the corner and said, "These three children. One of them is for you, and the other is for Little Tang Wei. They had been crying all day, but today, they suddenly quieted down. Little Tang Wei must have died too, right? So, only the Mr. Zhao has not escaped back. "

I asked Xia Xin, "What happened to you two? Mr. Zhao is such a clever person, how could he possibly die? "

Xia Xin put her hand to her lips and shushed me. Then, she very carefully said to me, "In the village of the dead, don't discuss the cause of death. The more detailed the discussion is, the less likely that person will be able to return. "

I nodded.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. I thought it was the Little Tang Wei and the rest who were waiting impatiently outside. But when I opened the door, there was an old woman standing outside.

The old woman didn't know whether she had seen me or not, but she had completely ignored me. She turned her head and asked Xia Xin, "Are there new guests in the village?"

Xia Xin acknowledged, "There are more than a hundred of them."

The old woman sighed, "Our son has yet to show any signs of movement, I wonder if he has come."

Xia Xin said, "Go to the door and burn two pieces of paper. If he comes, he will follow you home. "

The old woman made a sound of acknowledgement before she left with a sigh.

When the old woman left, I asked Xia Xin, "Is Little San her son?"

Xia Xin replied, "Yes, grandson."

She closed the door and whispered, "Xiao Sanzi's parents have gone into the city to work, leaving behind only the old woman and her grandson. Little San Zi was young and lively. When he followed the old woman to the streets, he ran around randomly. In the end, there was a car accident and he died. "

"The old woman is blaming herself in her heart. She won't be able to continue living." However, someone told her that she might as well go to the stronghold and find out what happened to his soul. Even if she could not bring him home, she could still find out where he had been reincarnated to. "The old woman is from a nearby village. She knew a bit more about the deceased village than us, so she came."

I nodded, then said worriedly, "Wouldn't it be bad for them if we discussed the way they died? The more detailed your discussion is, the less likely it is that we'll be able to return. "

Xia Xin said, "As long as his relatives and friends don't hear it. The reason the souls came back to find their loved ones was because their loved ones missed them. If you keep saying he is dead in front of your family, they will subconsciously tell you: Forget him, he will not come back. In that case, of course, it would be hard for the ghost to go home. "

I nodded. Just then, the door opened. Little Tang Wei and Xiao Miao stood outside.

Xia Xin smiled at the two of them, "Come in."

I asked Xiao Miao: "Where is penitent monk? Why can't I see him? "

Xiao Miao said: "penitent monk is discussing with someone about building a buddhist temple here."

I helplessly said, "He is really passionate about this business."

Little Tang Wei very quickly found her own tablet. Her face was somewhat pale as she asked, "What's going on here?"

Before we could reply, Little Tang Wei nodded her head. "I remember now, I am indeed dead. My heart was dug out."

Little Tang Wei sat in the room for a while, looking very uncomfortable. This was also normal. Anyone who faced their tablet every day would not be able to take it.

She whispered, "When are we going back to the human world?"

Xia Xin said, "Let's wait for Mr. Zhao to come. Let's go back together."

There was no objection to that proposal. Mr. Zhao is our friend, we can't just leave our friends behind.

I said to Xia Xin, "We walked all the way back from the gates of hell, so why didn't we meet my second uncle?"

Xia Xin said, "There is only one door to hell, but there are countless temples in the world. Mr. Zhao and your Earth Temple are not the same. Thus, there were tens of thousands of roads that led to the gates of hell. You've taken a fork in the road. "

I sat on the chair and thought: With Mr. Zhao's intelligence, he shouldn't be so muddleheaded as to walk to the gates of hell. He would definitely be able to escape. Xia Xin was worshipping his memorial tablet here, and his paper man was placed there. In the underworld, it was considered guiding him. Perhaps he would be like me, wandering aimlessly in the wilderness for a while before suddenly seeing the ruins of a village.

We were talking when we heard a commotion outside. I stuck my head out and shouted, "What's the matter?"

A young man came up to me and said, "Come in and close the door."

I noticed that this young man is the head disciple of the penitent monk, the one called Wang Ci. I asked him, "What for?"

Wang Ci pointed to the distance and said, "The sun is about to rise, and day is about to arrive."

Only then did I realize that we were all ghosts now, so we should avoid the daytime.

Xia Xin pointed to the bedroom and told me, "You guys hide in there first. Have a good rest. I'll call you guys after dark."

The few of us hid in the middle of the bedroom, and I could hear the noise from the street. Someone was saying loudly, "Every family opens the door for guests who have come from afar to hide inside. These guests may be the friends of your loved ones. Even if he wasn't a friend, he was still a pitiful fellow sufferer. Everyone should show kindness. Saving a life is better than creating a seven-layered pagoda. Perhaps you might think that with just a thought, your relatives will be able to return. "

He didn't know who said it, but it was obviously out of good intentions. The residents of the village all opened their doors after hearing his words. It had only been a few seconds, but the street had already quieted down.

Xia Xin opened the bedroom door, walked in, and said to us, "The original inhabitants of the village have all moved away. They don't like this place because they don't have a lot of people all year round. Now, those who have remained are people like me. Some relatives and friends have entered the Underworld and wish to see the soul again. "

We all nodded.

Xia Xin said, "You all should get some sleep. Although your soul does not need to sleep, it requires a lot of energy to stay awake. Sleeping during the day can allow your soul to exist for a longer period of time. "

I said, "What if you can't sleep?"

Xia Xin smiled and took out an incense stick to burn. "This incense has a calming effect. You will all fall asleep. Relax, don't think too much."

Then she closed the door and went out.