Hell.
Everything is still nothingness, and everything is yellow sand.
Countless ghosts roamed the wilderness with nowhere to go, and turned into nothingness after a hundred years, their souls scattered. They cannot be seen by the living, and cannot eat any mortal things.
When encountering wars, cold winters, and severe droughts, you will starve to death during your lifetime, and it will be even more difficult after your death.
Occasionally there are ghosts that survive for more than a hundred years, either eating something amazing or being trapped by something.
Those amazing things are mostly flesh and blood of alien races. After eating, they lose their sanity and will always be hungry in their stomachs.
Those ghosts who are trapped in a certain object cannot even go a few meters away, and when encountering a hostile evil object, they will suffer from the pain of the needle of the soul day and night.
When Baozi died, he was not yet twenty.
He was called Baozi, not by himself, but by a witch doctor in the tribe who gave him a surname, and gave him a "zi" as a title. It probably refers to the person with the surname "Bao", and has nothing to do with the stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed stuffed bun.
It is rare to have a last name.
He has been following witch medicine for many years, watching witch doctors study various herbs, plant poisonous and non-toxic things, and even taste a lot as experimental products.
At that time, Baozi's face was thin and sallow, and there was only a piece of skin on his arm without any flesh, so he could barely see his human shape. He often smiled gently, thinking that in a few more years, he would become a new witch doctor and be respected by the tribesmen. One day...
Shennong's...
He thought so.
Baozi is born with self-judgment on things. He never followed up with what people said, and often fell into quiet thinking. Therefore, someone in the tribe often finds him and asks him to distinguish right from wrong.
A witch doctor's entourage, a person who has the ability to discern and speak, everyone will always be convinced.
However, he still died very early.
Death will not let him, a weak existence, show kindness because of how he behaves and how he does things.
As soon as Baozi closed his eyes, when he opened them again, he saw that he was being buried in the soil, and the faces of the people in the tribe were full of grief and reluctance. In the tribe, death represents separation and is also a big event.
He sat blankly on the mound of dirt, looked at his bag of dirt, and thought: ... after death, he can still feel something.
It turned out that this is a ghost.
After becoming a ghost, he gradually met other ghosts and learned many things.
The ghosts no longer had disputes, but most of them were friendly and exchanged various news.
Some told Baozi that there are other races in this world, and in distant places, there are dragons and phoenixes, which are the two most powerful races. Some told Baozi that there are immortals in this world, and immortals return to Mount Tai after death, so they will be treated completely differently from humans.
Someone also told Baozi that most of the things that ghosts can eat are not good, because ghosts are too fragile to bear it.
Baozi gathered all kinds of news, and then went to Mount Tai.
It is difficult to go far as a human being, fearing the dark and the cold winter.
Now that he is a ghost, he can go to far places without worrying about whether his weak body will die.
Baozi took a last look at his soil bag, and then set foot on the road to Mount Tai. This road, I don't know how many years it will be. The main reason is... there are not many ghosts who know the way, and most of them can only point out a general direction.
When he reached the foot of Mount Tai, he looked up at the mountain, full of confusion: "Why does it look the same as the mountain I encountered on the road?"
There is a sense of inadequacy.
Baozi floated up the mountain, looking for something different on the mountain.
What is the difference in the place where immortals can be reincarnated
At this time, Baozi didn't know at all that for ordinary ghosts, the real Mount Tai would never be able to enter. The barrier of the interface completely separates Mount Tai, who only has ordinary creatures, from Mount Tai, who receives immortals.
The real Mount Tai is a world of its own.
Baozi wandered around Mount Tai for a long time, but couldn't find the entrance.
He searched over and over again, from a little confused to finally disappointed, it took almost no time to change. He clearly understood how weak he was, so weak that he was excluded from the real power of this world.
"Baozi" can only be a follower of a witch doctor, who died in less than 20 years, and died a hundred years later.
Maybe many ghosts are like him, but they can't find anything after searching. In the end, they choose to contact those things that become stronger by one ten-thousandth, and become nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine out of ten thousand failures.
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He sat on the top of Mount Tai, staring into the distance in a daze.
When you're not talking, you have a lot more to think about. He goes from rising of the sun to setting in the west, from spring to winter, from one year to the new year.
At that time, philosophy had not yet sprouted, and everything was incomprehensible.
Human writing is still in the state of drawing symbols, and the tribe is all in a state of jungle.
Baozi thought about his whole life, and then began to think about all kinds of things along the way, and ended up thinking about it too.
He wondered why there are so many people in the world who want to live for a long time and want to be ghosts for a long time. It's boring after a long time. Walking outside, that is, walking like that, there is an endless moment to see the scenery.
After Baozi was so confused, he found the answer by himself: it should be that I know too little.
Knowing too little, knowing too little, and seeing too little makes the unknown of the world boring.
What a pity.
Oh, what a shame.
Baozi gave himself a verdict like this.
He walked down from Mount Tai and decided to look at various races, human race, demon race, witch race, dragon race, phoenix race...
It may not be a lucky thing to usher in the day of your own destruction in the unknown.
Baozi floated slowly down the mountain, still thinking about Mount Tai in his mind: "It would be a pity if other places are like Mount Tai, and the name doesn't match the real name."
Facts have proved that it is okay to think about something, but it is best not to talk about it.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mount Tai collapsed.
Huge rolling stones fell from the mountain and rumbled down the mountain. The mountains and soil were filled with trees and all kinds of messy things, all tumbling down.
Baozi paused in mid-air, not knowing whether to continue down.
The landslide was not caused by him, and it collapsed when it collapsed.
As for people, there is no one around.
Even ghosts can't hurt them.
The bun continued to float down, very calm.
Looking from the original place, if you can see the buns, you will be able to witness the absurd scene. Mount Tai was shaking and almost suffered a devastating natural blow, but there is still a ghost floating down the mountain with a calm expression.
When he floated down the mountain, Baozi's eyes blurred, and finally he was completely stunned there, not understanding what happened.
The sky was empty, there was no sun or moon, it was just so bright.
The yellow sand is all over the ground, and there is an endless edge as far as the eye can see.
He also saw a lot of ghosts...
He was in Mount Tai just now, and he didn't see many ghosts.
Baozi suddenly turned around.
There is also yellow sand behind, not even a rolling hillside, it is really boring.
Baozi walked to a nearby ghost: "What happened? Where is this?"
The ghost was as dazed as he said, "I don't know, I was still in the corpse mountain just now."
Baozi: "Mountain of corpses?"
The ghost nodded: "A lot of people died in our place, and the corpses piled up into a mountain, so it is called the corpse mountain. I was there to study where my body was thrown."
This ghost was obviously still distressed by ghost life just now: "Maybe it was divided into many parts and lost separately. Sigh, this is really embarrassing myself."
After Baozi heard this, he found it quite embarrassing.
He chatted casually along the topic: "Why do so many people die?"
It is rare to see a place with many people, which means that the place where this ghost stayed originally should be an extremely large tribe.
And even if it is a bit common to die a lot of people, who makes human beings too fragile. On the contrary, after becoming a ghost, she is not so fragile.
The ghost answered his question quite seriously: "I was arrested for a blood sacrifice, and forged a weapon. It seems to be a war between liches, and I need a magic weapon. But I don't think it will be successful, the weapon produced by the blood sacrifice is quite evil. Sexuality, I'm afraid it's a demon sword. Real treasures are born and raised."
After hearing this, Baozi opened his eyes wide: "Blood sacrifice?"
The ghost nodded and sighed: "Yes. They caught them one by one to the edge of the pond and let them bleed. It's the same as we kill pheasants."
Baozi didn't dare to imagine the scene, so he just said: "It shouldn't be like this."
Ghosts feel the same way.
How can this work
But no matter whether it is a human or a ghost, they can't stop this killing. The matter has come to this, who can solve it...
Ghost: "So are we going to walk around? I think it's weird that we're here too. Who wants a bunch of ghosts to forge a new ghost thing?"
steamed stuffed bun:"… "
It sounds really scary.
Baozi floated forward: "Come on, let's go and understand."
Ghosts and ghosts go hand in hand, and it's really hard to get acquainted with this place. This place is too big, and if you walk straight ahead, the surrounding environment has not changed at all.
The endless yellow sandy land is not as interesting as watching the clouds rolling and relaxing on the top of Mount Tai.
Together, they disperse.
Talking about acting separately, but knowing to go one more way, maybe the ending is the same.
The future is long, only loneliness.
Baozi walked for a long time, and saw a ghost who was sent here inexplicably, who was quite confused, and some ghosts who lost control, ran around, and even got bones gnawing at random from nowhere.
Where the hell is this place
why are they here
Until there was another shaking, Baozi smelled a bloody smell.
He opened his eyes wide and witnessed the sea of blood in the yellow sand, and then countless out-of-control evil spirits rushed towards the sea of blood. After the irrational ghosts rushed over, they let out a sharp scream, then melted into it and disappeared.
Such a horrible sight...
"You're not a ghost, it's better to stand aside." A female voice suddenly came from the side.
Baozi turned his head and froze.
There used to be beauty in the world, with long hair like a waterfall of blue silk, and skin as white as suet cream.
Hearing the voice, he looked at the sea of blood in front of him, as if he was looking at something normal, with a slight sigh: "Humans are really a very sad race."
Baozi thought: No.
Human beings can see such a kind beauty like you, and they will have no regrets in their lives.
But he didn't say it.
He was afraid of disturbing the woman, so he dared to be a fool by the side, motionless and silent.
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