The mind was chaotic, buzzing and numb, and the ink burned only felt cold hands and feet, holding the soul of Chu nightning, and went downstairs.
"Doctor..."
"It's you? What's wrong?"
"Are you sure, the one upstairs... is my master's soul, right?"
Gui Langzhong was a little impatient: "Of course, how could I be wrong?"
The ink burned unwillingly and asked: "Will it be the soul, or..."
"Or what." Gui Langzhong snorted, "A person has three souls, earth, consciousness, and people. I have been practicing medicine here for 150 years. If I can't distinguish these three souls. , Hadn't Hades let me get out of the way?"
Mo Ran pursed his lips, and suddenly gave birth to an uncertain idea.
"Doctor, you have practiced medicine for one hundred and fifty years. Have you ever seen a person... who has two souls?"
"You are sick!" Gui Langzhong said angrily, "I don't think your brain is very good, or you stay and let me give you a pulse!"
Of course, he can't let the ghost man give himself a pulse. Although the master of sin has cast a spell, if he is not careful, he will probably be seen. Mo Ran quickly apologized, holding the soul full of human souls and earth souls. The lantern, hurried out of the sick soul hall.
The sky in the ghost world is always dark. To distinguish between morning and evening, you can only look up at the sky. If there is a half-warm and half-cool sun behind the red cloud, it is day; if the cold moon hangs high, it is night.
It was night now, and the road was getting colder.
The ink burned with the soul lamp in his arms, lowered his head, and walked alone on the street. The more you walk, the more at a loss, the more you feel isolated and helpless.
This kind of helplessness and dazedness was always with him when he was very young, and it made him feel bad. He even remembered some of the people he knew when he was still living in the Goulan Street. When there was a fire in the Zuiyu Building, everyone died, and he was the only one who survived...
Counting the years, except for his mother, the others should not have been reincarnated. He didn't know who he might meet if he continued like this.
Then he thought of Xue Meng.
He remembered that Xue Meng was angrily drinking to take the soul lamp in his hand, and he scolded him: "God of Plague!"
- "How do you match, how do you have a face."
The ink burned holding the soul lamp, walking slower and slower, and finally stopped by the wall, his eyes couldn't help but red, he looked down at the gentle golden lamp, and whispered:
"Master, are you... do you really want to go back with me?"
The light didn't answer, it just burned silently.
He stood there for a long time before gradually calming down.
In this vast underworld, he didn't know where to find someone he knew. Suddenly, he thought of Chu Xun, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and hurried to the Shunfeng Building.
When I ran there, it happened that the Shunfeng Building was about to close, and a ghost wearing a mask was about to close the door and lock it. The ink burned and stopped him, and said: "Sorry, please wait!"
"It's you?"
The masked man was the one who led him upstairs before, stunned for a moment, and said, "Why are you here again?"
"I'm in a hurry, I'm bothering you..." Mo Ran ran in a hurry, panting, his eyes bright and anxious, he swallowed and said hoarsely, "I want to see Mr. Chu Xun again."
Chu Xun was in the pavilion looking at a begonia flower inserted in a thin white porcelain vase, and he was surprised when the ink burned away and returned.
"Why did the young master come back? But no one could be found?"
The ink burned: "The search is looking, but I... I..."
Seeing that he was in a hurry, Chu Xun seemed to have something to hide, so he invited him into the room, closed the door, and said, "Sit down and talk."
The ink burned because he was worried that the soul lamp would be seen by Chu Xun when he held it in his hand, so he put it in the Qiankun bag.
He didn't think that Chu Xun was an evil ghost, but it was better not to let the ghosts here know about such a thing as a living person entering the underworld.
"Young master went to the southeast?"
"Um."
"..." Chu Xun pondered a little and said, "Is it in the sick soul hall?"
Mo Ran nodded, considered for a while and said: "Sir, I saw him in the sick soul hall, but it is an incomplete soul, can't move, can't speak, even different from other ghosts, it is translucent Yes, you can see it, but you can't touch it."
"The soul of the earth is damaged, which is probably the case." Chu Xun's expression was a little gloomy. "Some undead who have been stimulated will also be separated, and it will be difficult to reunite."
The ink burned and bit his lip, and said, "The medical officer of the soul hall said that people with incomplete souls will have some weak points in their reincarnation. But the person I want to find... He was clearly good at life, so I think , is there something wrong?"
When he said this, he paused for a while, then looked up at Chu Xun.
"Mr. Chu, is there anyone in this world who has two earth souls?"
Chu Xun was startled: "Two earth souls?"
"Um."
He didn't say that he immediately refused to go to the ink burning like the medical hall of the sick soul hall, but lowered his eyes and pondered, and thought about it for a moment, and said: "I think... it's not impossible."
The ink burned and looked up suddenly, and his eyes were very bright in the dim candlelight in the room.
"Sir really?!"
Chu Xun nodded: "Ordinary people only have three souls and seven souls, but I once had a woman who had two souls."
"Appreciate further details."
Chu Xun shook his head, the eyelashes fell down, trembling slightly, he was silent for a while, and then said: "It's a long time ago, I don't want to mention it again, now that woman has also sunk into the seventh hell, suffering torment. People with ill souls, once discovered by Yama, will be sent to the seventh prison and slowly stripped away."
Hearing what he said, the ink burned and the light was dim. He didn't find that there was a pain in Chu Xun's eyes, and asked: "Why does that woman have an extra soul? Ordinary people only need to reunite the soul after the seventh. Three souls and seven souls, then if someone has an extra earth soul, is it necessary to gather all four souls together, then it will be useful?"
"It should be so."
"The girl the gentleman said..."
"After she died, because she was used by the Nine Kings, she was forced to go to the world..." Chu Xun paused, and the slender fingers resting on his knees slowly clenched into fists, "Go to the world and eat raw children."
"!" Mo Ran suddenly remembered the old things in Lin'an that he saw in Peach Blossom Garden, and then realized that the "woman" in Chu Xun's mouth was actually his wife, which should be the most painful past in Chu Xun's heart.
So Chu Xun is now staying in Nanke Township and is not going to be reincarnated. Could it be that he is waiting for his wife to strip off the excess soul, return from the seventh floor, reunite with him, and go to reincarnation together
The ink burned and couldn't bear to ask again.
Chu Xun didn't say any more. The short sentence "I ate my own child raw" was mentioned in an understatement after two hundred years. It was a ghost, and the trembling in his throat could not be suppressed.
He closed his eyes.
"The woman's soul was disorganized and torn apart and merged with the child's consciousness." After a long time, he slowly continued, "So what she created was actually the child's consciousness, stuck in her three souls. Among the seven souls, it slowly assimilates with her, and finally completely derives her appearance, which is difficult to separate."
No matter whether this person is alive or dead, as long as someone turns to him for help, he will always endure the pain and try his best to help others.
When the ink burned, it was even more uncomfortable. He couldn't say it clearly, so he had to say: "Mr. don't need to elaborate, I have already made it clear."
"What I mean by saying these words is to tell you that if the young master Chu you are looking for really has two earth souls, and one more, it shouldn't be his."
The ink burned for a while and asked: "It can't be a soul, divided into two halves?"
"Possibly, but in your case, it's impossible."
"why?"
Chu Xun said: "A soul is divided into two halves. I have seen this kind of thing before, and that is another story. This kind of person often kills people because of heinous crimes. If the three souls can't bear it, they will be broken. But In this case, it is the human soul that is in charge of good humanity, and it will never be the soul of the earth or the soul of consciousness."
"...It turned out to be like this." Mo Ran muttered.
Hearing that the crime is very sinful and murderous, Mo Ran felt that he had nothing to do with Chu nightning, but himself, he thought, waiting for him to die in this life and come to the underworld, will the soul split For two, get due retribution
Chu Xun said again: "What's more, if it is really one soul and two halves, then the other half of the earth soul will definitely not be able to walk, and will be sent to the sick soul hall. Since the young master only saw one damaged soul in the earth soul hall. The soul of the earth, I think, the other one should be an intact soul, and there will be no harm."
Mo Ran was mentioned by him, and he felt stunned, and said quickly: "Thank you, Mr. Chu! Then I... Then I'll go look for it again!"
"Okay, in addition to pointing in the direction of the sick soul hall, Sinan has also shifted to the northeast. Young master might as well go to the northeast to take a look, but the vast Nanke Township, coming and going, bustling, are all dead souls waiting to be released..."
Chu Xun sighed.
The ink burned in his gentle eyes, and there was a vague sense of pity, and he knew what he wanted to say in his heart.
There are thousands of wandering ghosts in the vast Nanke Township.
Even if he knew he was going to the northeast, how could he be so easy to find a wisp of the soul of the earth.
If there is no fate, it is brightly lit, and the streets are not at night. The two pass by each other, one facing east and the other west, and neither will see each other or look at each other.
It's easier said than done to be silent now.
But Chu Xun was still gentle after all. He raised his hand and patted Mo Ran's shoulder: "The sincere heart of the little son will definitely be able to meet him again."
His appearance is very similar to that of Chu nightning. When he said these words, the candle tears flowed, the candle light swayed, and his face was even more blurred.
In this ambiguity, Mo Ran seems to have seen the gentle face of Chu Wanning, and it seems that he heard Chu Wanning telling him that he will meet again.
The ink burned for a while, and the eyes were covered with a layer of moisturizing water vapor.
He hurriedly bowed his head and said dumbly, "Thank you, sir."
Chu Xun didn't make a sound, until Mo Ran turned and left, covering the door for him. He still stood in the same place, and there was a hint of stunned phoenix eyes.
He... just saw that there were tears in the boy's eyes...
Ghosts can't cry, did he see it wrong? still…
He turned his head and looked at the quietly blooming Begonia flowers in the vase. The flowers in the mortal world are extremely difficult to suppress the yin qi of hell. Even if he took good care of them, a petal floated and landed on the ancient wooden case.
Chu Xun walked over, twisted the petals of Fang Fei, and the flowers and leaves quickly shattered, fell into mud, crushed them into powder, and scattered from his fingertips.
"Come on."
"Mr. Chu." Immediately, a masked man pushed the door in and stood respectfully by his side.
Chu Xun didn't look back. He looked at Begonia Flower and asked softly, "That person, have you been to Shunfeng Building recently?"
"No, it's still the same, come once every ten days, and bring a Begonia flower. He doesn't dare to enter the Shunfeng Building, and he always only asks someone to deliver it from a distance."
"… "
"Sir, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with the young master who just came? If that person dares to send someone to harass the master, the master can ask Yama..."
"No." Chu Xun came back to his senses, interrupted his words, turned his head and smiled lightly at his subordinates, and sighed, "It's nothing, he shouldn't have been sent by that person, even if it was, that child only Looking for someone has nothing to do with me."
"But if he was sent to the ghost world by that person, then why should Mr.—"
"Sin doesn't involve others." Chu Xun, dressed like snow, stood quietly beside the flower branch, "Let him go."
The street was bleak, and the ink burned out of the Shunfeng Building and went to the northeast. He took the portrait of Chu Wanning and asked from house to house, but it was like finding a needle in the sea, and he couldn't ask why.
Most of those who saw the portrait waved their hands, and some even avoided him without even looking at it.
"This person in the portrait? I haven't seen it before."
"I haven't seen it before, don't disturb my business."
"Don't block it! It's so annoying! It's so late that I didn't see it! Get out and get out! What portrait? I don't want to see it! Take it away!"
Although the people in Nanke Township are all ghosts, these ghosts have never been eradicated, living together in groups, and most of them have gradually returned to the human world. They will also find some friends and relatives during the long wait of ten or eight years. No matter how difficult it is to keep a dead cat and a dead dog, in short, you will live like a mortal world. Therefore, although they do not need sleep, they will lie back in bed to rest when the willows are on the moon.
As night fell, more and more no one was willing to pay attention to him, and no one could give him a message, a clear path.
On the long and endless street in the northeast, he visited door by door by himself, bowing his head and smiling...
"It's all said!! I read it wrong! After thinking about it carefully, it seems that this person is not drawn at all, can you please stop bothering!"
This bearded man is about to rest with his wife and children in the ghost world, and is going to close the courtyard.
He came back from the outside, and Mo Ran met him on the street, and asked him if he had seen the person in the portrait. He thought for a while and said that he seemed to have seen it near Dongshi a few days ago, but his wife gave it to him. He winked, and he stopped his mouth immediately, as if he realized something, and immediately waved his hand to say he didn't know.
Mo Ran felt that he was clear, so he was unwilling to give up, begging him all the way, and followed him to the door.
The man rudely pushed him outside the door, pulled the wooden bolt, and the ink burned anxiously: "Can you think about it again? Where is Dongshi? Where did the people in the painting go? Please..."
"I have no idea!"
A group of ghosts around heard the noise and looked here, while the man roared loudly, regardless of the ink-burning hand still breaking on the door frame, violently closing the door.
The five fingers were pinched, and the pain was splitting. But he couldn't care about it, he just held on, unwilling to pull his fingers out of the cracks in the door that were closing tightly, instead he tried his best to push and break again—
"Excuse me, please think again, I just want to know where he went..."
But the man slammed open the door, and he didn't notice that the ink-burning fingers were caught with blood, and he pushed the person heavily, and then shouted: "I said I don't know, I just don't know! Get out!"
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