Home?

Perhaps for these old ghosts who have lived for hundreds of years, this is their home. Whether it is a hundred years or decades of life, it is the most distant memory for an old ghost who has lived for hundreds of years.

I followed a few old people to the so-called village they called.

I really think these people are crazy people. They have lived for hundreds of years in such a remote place that can be said to be a remote place. And they haven't gone crazy yet... Niang Xipi, how did these people survive? No wonder they have been there before, but they all left later. Even for the sake of that illusory legend, they would leave here crazily.

I think I can't stand the loneliness here either.

Ghosts living in the underworld also need to eat. Of course, the so-called burning of incense on earth will never really fall into the hands of relatives. The separation of yin and yang is not only a barrier between life and death in the traditional sense, but also a severance of all relationships with the world.

Of course, the Feng Shui statement about the tomb is another way, which is a Feng Shui blessing the fate of possessing the corpse in the tomb.

"There is a house that has been abandoned for a long time. You can organize it and live here for young people. Now is not a good time to farm, so we old men will give you some food. You can dig some wild vegetables around the village and survive this year."

"Okay." I could only agree for the time being. But in fact, I don't believe that except for these old men, there is no way to find the secrets in this village.

I believe my appearance will definitely not be so random!

Or the two previous speculations, no matter which one is, I will not let me go so easily!

Since I have such a plan, the only thing I can do now is to adapt or simply do something before this, and try to put the initiative in my hands.

When a few old men sighed and returned to their respective thatched huts, I sneaked out on tiptoe.

Along the way, I circled around the entire village and found nothing.

I just went to the so-called ancestral hall in the center of the village.

There is a stone tablet of the Mingwen there.

Speaking of the underworld, I have to talk about the magic of the Creator. It is said that this underworld was not created by the powerful people who created the underworld, but was born into a natural way. As long as you enter the underworld, you can learn without a teacher.

So, whether it is a living or a dead person!

As long as you come in, the world will reflect the underworld text in your mind and become a text as familiar as your mother tongue.

There are more than 100 words in this stone tablet, and there are more than one hundred words, and there are less than one words.

It just means that according to the will of heaven, the underworld was opened up, and ten states, thousands of counties, and 120,000 villages were established. And this village was one of the 120,000 villages.

Behind the stone tablet there is a miniature map of ten prefectures, thousands of counties, and 120,000 villages. The dense 120,000 dots are 120,000 villages, and only one is flashing with red light.

I guess this should be where the village I am in, but unfortunately there is no complete map to show the specific environmental characteristics of the village.

But when I saw this, my heart was also stumbled. So many villages and so many counties? How big is this underworld?

It seemed that I couldn't find what I was looking for here, so I had no choice but to turn around and return to the room.

The five days here are a day outside! So, I have at most 25 days, which is nearly a month to explore the secrets here.

But how could I gain the trust of those old people in such a short time?

Obviously, it is impossible for me to make them trust me completely. I believe that trust between people can only be achieved through time and combination of events.

These are exactly what I lack.

A little helpless, a little unwilling to accept it. If it really doesn't work, I will use violent means?

Thinking of this, I quickly suppressed this idea. No matter what, I died once and stayed here for hundreds of years just to reincarnate as soon as possible. I would hurt the harmony of the world and it would be undesirable to go against my original intention!

After thinking about it, I decided to take a chance.

Since I can't hurt these old people, I'll hurt myself!

After making up this idea, I knocked on the door of the old man in charge.

"Who?" the old man asked inside.

"It's me, old man. My name is Yang Guang. Can you come in?" I said.

The old man coughed twice, and I seemed to hear a sigh: "Come in."

I pushed open the door and saw the old man lying on the bed, not knowing what he was thinking.

He turned his head to look at me, smiled bitterly and said, "Young man, are you planning to stay here either?"

I walked up to the old man, sat cross-legged on the ground, and asked, 'Old man, I'll ask two questions."

"Ask."

"The first question is that you should be reincarnated in decades. Do you really think I can live here alone for decades? Alone!"

The old man shook his head: "No!" He answered such a question with certainty.

I smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I can't!"

The old man said, "But you can live here for at least a few decades. When we really reach the day of reincarnation, we will naturally give you the secret. If you still want to go out at that time, I will not stop you. We are for your own good. It is too dangerous. You have just come here from the world and have not enjoyed five hundred years of life. If you die again this time, you will really die."

I shook my head and said, "You are wrong. If I stay with you here for decades, I will be lazy, lazy, escape, and cowardly. At that time, maybe I will live alone for hundreds of years like you! Do you think it is suitable for me? I am a young man, is this lonely living compared to death... worth it?"

"But, maybe someone else will come in the future, and you will not be alone forever." The old man sat up and looked at me and said.

I retorted: "How long have you been waiting for me? When was the last one?"

My words made the old man stop talking, and he sighed deeply. He said to me: "You ask me the second question."

"Okay!" I pinched my throat and coughed and asked, "My second question is, if you are sure I can't live alone for so long, just tell me the secret. Otherwise, even if you don't tell me, I will embark on a journey of finding a way out tomorrow. Even if I am buried in the surrounding mountains and rivers, it will be better than living alone for hundreds of years. If you can tell me that legend or say a way out, I might succeed."

...

The old man paused for a long time, and finally nodded and said, "Go and they all gathered in the ancestral hall. Maybe you will be the last person to hear this legend."

I was overjoyed, nodded, got up, walked outside and called someone.

When the six old men gathered in the ancestral hall, the old man in charge cleared his throat and said, "Dear brothers, I decided to tell Yang Guang the legend."

"no!"

"No!"

Several old men said loudly, and even more directly cursed: "You old fool, you are going to kill this child!"

"Everything is quiet! Listen to me!" the old man shouted loudly.

Several old men immediately stopped quarreling and looked at the old man.

The old man sighed and said, "Yang Guang has already said everything he can say. Maybe we think it is a good thing for him. It is really a selfish thing. This child should have his own choice. Yang Guang, please tell me what I said to the old man just now."

Several old men locked their eyes on me again, I smiled and said, "Okay, let's use the two questions just now to ask you all."

Now, I asked the question I just now again.

Let them think about whether they are helping me or harming me.

The time I got this time was even more silent. Several old people were waiting together for too long, and their thoughts were actually very close.

As I expected, several old men sighed at the same time and said, "Forget it, forgot, brother, just tell the legend."

"Okay, then I'll say..."

I immediately made a gesture of listening attentively. This was my only clue. I cannot miss every word or every sentence.

The old man's voice was quiet, perhaps because he had been suppressed for too long. This legend was spoken in his mouth, full of mysterious colors. However, since this is the underworld, no matter how mysterious it is, no matter how mysterious it is, no matter how mysterious it is, no matter how mysterious it is, there will be no denying its existence.

The legend is like this...

A long time ago, there were thirteen top gods in the underworld, and each god had great magic powers and great magical powers to create the world.

Everyone can move the world.

That was the time, there was no such thing as the ten states and thousands of counties. The underworld was directly under the jurisdiction of the thirteen gods.

Until one day, the entire underworld began to turmoil, with killing everywhere and war.

It is said that the gods encountered powerful enemies, and the enemies invaded here.

Among them, the two most powerful gods were framed and their souls were scattered. But it was these two great gods who exchanged death for another peace.

It seems that such a legend is not much different from Pangu in the living world.

But in fact, the legends that followed are the focus of my attention.

The old man then said to me...

Later, ten of the eleven gods left opened up ten states, and only one god believed that the two strongest gods who died would not die so easily and would definitely come back. He firmly believed that as the two strongest gods, they would definitely leave behind.

But this god knew that the passing of the two strongest men led to the ambitious people among the Thirteen Gods no longer the same as before. So he used his power to promote the news that the two gods were not dead in the underworld, saying that the gods were seriously injured and would return to the underworld one day.
Chapter completed!