Chapter 1: Kneeling in Liaozhai, just past seven(2/2)
Just like a certain taxi driver who drove all the way there only to find out that the order was canceled, it would be strange to give him a good face.
As a ghost, Fan, it is his nature to travel during the day.
As for Lin Tianze, as a newly born ghost, why is he not afraid of the sun?
It’s also related to the rules of this world.
The ghosts in this world call the recently deceased living souls.
Living soul means that the body is dead but the vitality of the soul is not exhausted.
Neither yin nor yang, wandering in the middle of the human world and the underworld, not afraid of wind, rain, sun and other things in the yin and yang realms.
Lin Tianze thinks it can be understood that the ghost who just died is in a quantum superposition state between life and death.
Therefore, it is not affected by things like sunlight and the outside world, and it also cannot affect the outside world. Just because you are not afraid of the sun does not mean that the Yin soldiers who are ghosts can adapt to it. If you add these several things together, they will naturally not have a good temper towards you.
Lin Tianze looked at the grass in front of him, groaned at the stupid snail that climbed up the leaves and ate it happily, and stepped on it with his foot in a ventive manner. However, the snail was shaking its tentacles when it should eat and drink.
I was like invisible air, not having any impact on it, but I felt like I was stepping on indestructible steel.
Lin Tianze put down his persistence, no longer hesitated, turned around and drifted towards the direction of the mass grave. During the few days he spent as a living soul, he thought about all kinds of things, and in the first seven hours he had passed.
Try and verify one by one.
As a newly dead ghost, the yang energy inherent in the living is comparable to an iron wall, facing this passive energy field without consumption.
It is more uncomfortable than ordinary people in the Jidao Heavenly Demons facing the black membrane brought by the children of aristocratic families.
"I can't kill the snails, and I can't explode the snail shells - snail buttons. Plan 2 is postponed for the time being. After the first seven days today, I am still half a ghost, and I just happen to join the big family of mass graves hugging each other for warmth."
Chapter completed!