There was a chaos in the brain, and the c.o.c.kroaches were numb. The ink burned only felt cold in the hands and feet, and hugged the soul of the late night, and went downstairs.

"doctor……"

"Is it you? What happened?"

"You are sure that the one upstairs... is the soul of my master, is there anything wrong?"

Some of the ghosts are intolerant: "Of course, can I still be wrong?"

I was not willing to burn, and asked: "Will it be a soul, or..."

"Or what?" The ghost snorted. "One person has three souls, earth, knowledge, people. I have been here for 150 years. These three souls are unclear." Didn't you let me go back early?"

The ink burned his lips and suddenly gave birth to an uncertain thought.

"Doctor, you have been practicing medicine for 150 years. Have you ever seen a person... There will be two souls?"

"You are sick!" said the man in the anger. "I don't think your brain is good. If you don't stay, let me give you the number!"

Of course, he can't let the ghosts give himself a pulse. Although the master of sinfulness has applied a spell, if he is not careful, he will probably be embarra.s.sed. The ink burns and apologizes, holding the soul and the soul. Lanterns rushed out of the sick hall.

The sky in the ghost world has always been dim, to distinguish the morning faint, only to look up at the sky. If the red cloud is behind a half-temperature and a half-cool sun, it is awkward. If the cold moon is high, it is night.

It was already night, and the road was getting colder.

Ink burning with the soul of the light, head down, walking alone in the street. The more you walk, the more you feel overwhelmed. The more you walk, the more you feel isolated.

This helplessness and sorrow have always been with him when he was very young, which makes him very bad. He even remembered some people who knew him while he was still in the sky. When the drunken building was a big fire, people were dead, only he survived...

Calculating the age, in addition to his mother, other people should not have a reincarnation, he does not know who to go on like this, who may meet.

Then he thought of Xue Meng.

He remembered that Xue Meng was dying to take the light of the soul in his hand. He yelled at him: "G.o.d!"

- "How do you match, how do you have a face."

The ink burned the soul lamp, the slower and slower, and finally stopped at the wall, the eyelids could not help but red, and he looked down at the gentle golden light, whispered:

"Master, are you... don't you really want to go back with me?"

The lights didn't answer, but they burned silently.

He stood there for a long time before he gradually calmed down.

This place, he did not know where to find someone he knew, suddenly remembered Chu Yu, as if he had caught the straw, and hurriedly ran to the SF building.

When I ran there, it was just that the SF Building was going to fight. The ghost wearing a mask was about to close the door and lock it. The ink burned and stopped him. He said, "Sorry, please wait!"

"It's you?"

The mask man was the one who led him upstairs. He stumbled and said, "How come you are here?"

"I am in a hurry, I am bothering you..." The ink burned and rushed, panting, his eyes bright and anxious, and he swallowed and hoa.r.s.e. "I want to see Mr. Chu Hao again."

In the pavilion, Chu Yu was stunned by a sea bream flower inserted in a small white porcelain bottle, and it was very surprised to see that the ink burned and returned.

"How did the little son come back? But can't find anyone?"

Ink burning: "Looking for it, but I... I..."

When Chu Yu saw him in a hurry, he seemed to have a hard time saying that he would enter the house and cover the door. He said, "Sit down and talk."

Because of the fear that the ecstasy lamp is in the hand, the ink will be seen by the Chu, and it will be included in the sac.

He does not think that Chu is a evil spirit, but it is not a last resort to let people live in the land, or let the ghosts here know better.

“Does the little son go southeast?”

"Ok."

"..." Chu Yu said slightly, said, "Is it in the sick hall?"

The ink nodded and thought for a while. "Mr. I saw him in the sick soul hall, but it is an incomplete soul. It will not move, nor will it speak. It is even different from other ghosts. It is translucent. You can't see it, but you can't touch it."

"The soul of the earth is detrimental, and it will be like this." Chu Yu’s look is a bit bleak. "Some of the stunned undead will also be separated, and it will be difficult to reunite."

The ink burned and bite the lip and squinted at the opening: "The medical officer of the Earth Soul Museum said that people who are incompletely insulted will have some weaknesses in their reincarnation. But the person I am looking for...the ones that are clear before the end, so I I wonder if there will be something wrong."

He said here, for a while, looked up at Chu.

"Mr. Chu, will there be someone in this world who has two souls?"

A glimpse of Chu: "Two souls?"

"Ok."

He did not immediately go to the medical hall of the Soul Pavilion to swear by the ink, but he pondered and thought for a moment, saying: "I don't think it is impossible."

The ink burned and jerked up, his eyes brightening in the faint candlelight of the room.

"Mr. seriously?!"

Chu Yushou: "Ordinary people have only three souls and seven scorpions, but I used to be a woman, she has two souls."

"Appreciate further details."

Chu Yu shook his head, the eyelashes fell and s.h.i.+vered. He calmed for a while before he said, "The things that have been going on for a long time, I don't want to mention them again. Now the woman has sunk into the seventh layer of **** and suffers from suffering. Those who have a sorrowful soul, once discovered by Jura.s.sic, are sent to the seventh prison and slowly stripped."

Listening to him, the ink burns more heart and the light is dim. He did not find that there was a pain in Chu Yu. He asked: "Why is that woman more than a soul? Three souls and seven scorpions, if someone has more souls, is it necessary to gather the four souls together, then that is useful?"

"It should be."

"The girl that Mr. said..."

"After she died, she was forced to go to the sun because she was used by the Nine Kings." Chu Yu paused, and the slender fingers resting on the knees slowly became a fist. "Going to the sun, eating raw children."

"!" The ink burned up to the old things in Lin'an that I saw in the peach blossom source. Only then did I realize that the "woman" in Chu's mouth was actually his wife, which should be the most painful part of Chu's heart.

Then Chu Yu is now staying in Nanke Towns.h.i.+p, not going to reincarnation. Isn’t he waiting to send his wife to strip away the extra souls, returning from the seventh floor, reuniting with them, and going to reincarnation?

When the ink burned, I couldn't bear to ask again.

Chu Yu did not say any more, "The raw food of the child of the child" is a short sentence, and after two hundred years, it is also an understatement. Rao is the ghost body, and the throat can not suppress the trembling.

He closed his eyes.

"The woman's soul disorder is torn apart, and it is integrated with the child's soul." After a long time, he slowly said, "So what she got out is actually the child's soul, stuck in her three souls. Between the seven scorpions, slowly a.s.similated with her, and finally completely derived from her appearance, difficult to separate."

This person will always endure pain and try his best to help others, no matter how many people ask for help after he dies.

It’s even more uncomfortable to see the ink burnt. He’s not good at it. He only said: “Mr. I don’t have to elaborate, I’m already clear.”

"I mean to say these words, I want to tell you, if the Chu Gongzi you are looking for really has two souls, there is one, it is not his."

Insufficient thoughts for a while, asked: "I can't be a soul, divided into two?"

"Possibly, but you can't do this."

"why?"

Chu Yudao: "A soul is divided into two halves. I have seen this kind of thing. That is another story. This kind of person is often guilty of sin and killing people. If the three souls cannot bear it, they will be broken. But In this case, the shattering is the soul of the humanity, and it is impossible to be the soul or the soul."

"...It turned out to be like this."

Hearing sin and sin, killing people like numbness, ink burning feels that he has no relations.h.i.+p with Chu night, but he is himself, he thought, waiting for this life to be really dead, come to the land, will not be split For the second, get the due retribution?

Chu said again: "Not to mention, if it is really a soul, then the other half of the soul can certainly not walk, it will be sent to the sick soul hall. Since the young son only saw a damage in the soul museum The soul of the earth, I think, the other one should be a complete soul, there will be no embarra.s.sment."

The ink burned him so much, and he felt that he was squatting and busy: "Thank you Mr. Chu! Then I... then I will look for it again!"

"Well, only in the direction of the sick soul museum, but also in the direction of the northeast of the disease, Xiaonanzi is better to go to the northeast to see, but Minnan Kexiang, come and go, bustling, are waiting for the death of the soul... ”

Chu Yan sighed.

The ink burned in his gentle eyes, revealing compa.s.sion, and he knew what he wanted to say.

In the south of Kexiang, thousands of people are separated from ghosts.

Even if you know that you want to go northeast, it is so easy to find a soul.

If people don't have a chance, they will be brightly lit. They will not pa.s.s the night, and the two will pa.s.s by, one to the east and one to the west. They will not see each other and look at each other.

It’s easier to talk about silence now.

However, Chu Yu was still gentle after all. He raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the ink-burning shoulder: "The heart of the small son is sincere and will reunite with it."

His appearance is very similar to that of Chu, and when he said this, the tears of the candle flowed and the candle swayed, and his face was even more blurred.

In this ambiguity, the ink burned like a glimpse of the face of Chu’s gentleness when he was gentle, as if he heard Chu’s saying to him, he would meet again.

The ink burned for a while, and the eyelids were covered with a layer of moisturizing water vapor.

He was busy bowing his head and muttering, "Mr. Thank you."

Chu Yu did not make a sound, until the ink turned and left, and covered the door for him, he was still standing in the same place, the bottom of the phoenix flashed a trace of gloom.

He... just saw the boy’s eyes... seems to have tears?

The ghost is not going to cry, is he wrong? still is……

He looked back and looked at the bunch of quietly blooming Begonia flowers in the vase. It was extremely difficult to press the **** of the mortal flowers. Even though he was carefully cared for, he still floated a petal and landed on the ancient wooden case.

Chu Yu walked over and picked up the fragrant Philippine. The leaves quickly shattered, and they fell into mud, which was crushed into powder and scattered from his fingertips.

"Come on."

"Mr. Chu." Immediately, a masked person pushed the door in and stood on the side.

Chu Yu did not look back. He looked at the sea bream and asked softly: "Is that person, have you recently come to SF Building?"

"No, it's still the same, once in ten days, with a sea bream flower. He didn't dare to enter the SF building, he was only sent from far away."

"..."

"Sir, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the son who came to the party? If the person dares to send someone to disturb Mr., Mr. can go to Jura.s.sic..."

"No." Chu Yu returned to G.o.d, interrupted his words, turned his head and smiled a little, and sighed. "Nothing, he should not be sent by that person, even if that child only Looking for someone is not related to me."

"But if he is sent to the ghost world, why should he--"

"Sin is not tiring with others." Chu Yu is like a snow, standing quietly on the branches of flowers, "Go by him."

The streets were clear, and the ink burned out of the SF Building. He went northeast. He took the portrait of Chu Yuning and asked him from house to house, but he couldn’t ask why.

Most of those who saw the portraits waved their hands, and even some of them didn’t want to be jealous, they avoided him.

"This portrait is this person? I have never seen it."

"I have never seen it before, don't bother me to do business."

"Don't stop! I'm sick! I didn't see it so late! Get out and get out! What portrait? Don't want to see it! Take it and take it away!"

Although Nanke Towns.h.i.+p is a ghost, these ghosts have never been broken, and they have lived together, and most of them have gradually returned to the human world. They will also find some friends and relatives during the long wait in this decade and eight years. If you don't want to raise a dead cat, you will be alive. Therefore, although they do not need to sleep, they will lie back on the bed when they are on the willow.

As night falls, no one is willing to take care of him, and no one can give him a message, a clear road.

On the long and endless streets in the northeast, he visited the house by door, and bowed his head, losing his smile...

"I said it!! I got it wrong! I thought about it for a moment and didn't seem to paint this person at all. Can you not bother!"

This bearded man is ready to rest with the wife and children of the ghost world.

He had come back from the outside and met him on the street. He asked if he had seen the person on the portrait. He thought for a while and said that he had seen it near the east market a few days ago, but his wife gave it. He gave a wink, and he immediately stopped his mouth, as if he realized something, immediately waved his hand and said no.

Mo-burning felt that he was clear, so he was unwilling to give up, asking him all the way and coming to the door with him.

The man violently put him outside the door, pulling the wooden bolt, and the ink burned anxiously: "Can you think about it again? Where is the East Market? The person who painted, where did you go later? Please, please..."

"I do not know!"

A group of ghosts around heard the noise, looked at it here, and the man roared with a thick scorpion, and regardless of the burning hand, he was still on the door frame, violently closing the door.

The five fingers were caught by the sputum, and the heart of the heart was broken. But he couldn’t help it, he only stayed dead, and he didn’t want to pull his fingers out of the gradually sloping door, but tried to push it again, then go to it.

"Excuse me, please think about it again, I just want to know where he went after..."

However, the man opened the door violently, did not notice that the fingers of the burning fingers were pinched out of the blood, and pushed the people heavily, and then shouted: "I don't know if I don't know, I don't know! Roll!"