Bone

Chapter 1

In a narrow chaos, the sky and the earth were turned upside down, and the yin energy filled the air.

In the distorted floating sky, there are jagged mountains and rocks, and groups of black crows circle around it and mourn, and the ink-colored wings draw bloodstains out of thin air, cutting the entire space full of scars.Among the towering rocks, a dirty spring water mixed with paper dust rolled down from the void, splashed yellow dust for several feet, and then meandered into another void.

The scene itself is very paradoxical, but on the stone tip by the spring, there is an extremely thin young man sitting with his legs bent, surrounded by mountains of gold paper ingots, Ming coin paper figurines, yellow flowers and fruits, and open Like a funeral shop, it was very lively, and the original weird picture was distorted into absurdity.

The young man's black hair was in high bunches, and the black mist of resentment lingering around his body covered his face so that people could not see his facial features clearly. Only through the black mist could he faintly see two full puddles in his eye sockets. blood and tears.

The blood and tears were scarlet and flooded, and they were on the verge of falling, as if they would flow down with just a slight touch.

Far from being as bitter and bitter as it looks on the outside, the young man idly swayed his knees with a relaxed face, a boneless and lazy look, casually threw away the brand-new notebook in his hand, and sneered: "...Tch, again It's a story about a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman who love each other for three lives, so it's so boring."

As he spoke, he stretched slowly, took out a stack of gold paper from the pile of offerings beside his hand, stretched out his hand and twirled it lightly, and reported the whereabouts of the stack of gold paper, "Bei Ye On the outskirts of the city, the wife of the Yu family, on the fifth day of the lunar new year, on the eighteenth day of the lunar month—"

After the lazy and long ending, he clicked his tongue, both dissatisfied and emotional: "Miss Yu's family, it's her again! This is neither Qingming nor Zhongyuan. It is burned every day and every night. Two and a half years... Her husband is really an infatuated man."

The ghost officer standing beside him took the gold paper silently, touched it with his bony fingers, watched a faint blue flame suddenly rise up, and licked all the pieces of gold paper, then he began to sneer With a cry, "I'm jealous."

"Hey, don't tell me, I'm really jealous." The young man readily recognized it, leaned against the stone wall, picked up a fruit offering and threw it in his hand, "It's been so many years, why hasn't anyone given it to you?" I'll bring you something."

This is the end of the yang world, the source of the underworld, and the junction of the yin and yang realms. Whenever people in the world burn gold paper money, paper clothes and paper people, they will definitely flow through this place.He has been sitting here for decades, sleepless, day after day helping ghosts to sort out sacrifices. There are millions of things that are sent to ghosts, but none of them are for him. It's really aggrieved, and I feel depressed.

Ruoyou sighed as if there was nothing, and he said: "Hey, tell me, I wasn't a bluffing, deceitful, despised and disgusting old man in my lifetime, right?"

He threw the offering fruit in his hand high up, hooked and turned his fingers, and black air gushed out from his fingertips like a trickle, and fixed the offering fruit in the air, "It's still a spell that harms people. The kind that beggars hate?"

All kinds of memories from his previous life disappeared when he fell into this junction, leaving only the incantations and spells that can be easily picked up in the blink of an eye. What else is the celestial master and Taoist priest often written in the scriptures?

"...It should be the kind that hurts people." He sighed pretending to be melancholy, looking at the offering fruit that was held in the air by the black energy, his voice was faint, "Otherwise, how could he become a body of resentment? There is no one who offers me anything."

He has read a lot of similar stories in the storybooks written by strangers. The celestial master used the law to harm people, was bitten by resentment, and did not end well.

The ghost messenger's face was pale, and he couldn't tell what emotion it was, and his tone of voice didn't fluctuate when he spoke: "If you think about it, the short life of ordinary people may be because the old people are already dead."

"..." The young man let out a blunt wow, unable to hide his admiration, "You really know how to comfort people."

The ghost messenger didn't answer, just took out a bouquet of paper flowers and sent them to Yinhun's hands carefully.

There was no response, the young man shrugged his shoulders boredly, then raised his eyes to look at the void at the source of the spring water, "But it's true. It's been four or fifty years..."

The ghost guard corrected him without looking up, "67 years."

Sixty-seven years ago, this man rolled into this yin-yang junction with a strong resentment and evil spirit that could swallow up the world. He was so shocked that the underworld was shaken, just as the tragedy of the monkey king making troubles in the underworld thousands of years ago was about to repeat itself.So Lord Yan Luo pressed the formation and mobilized a hundred thousand Yin soldiers to guard the crossing of Huangquan, waiting for this person to attack and kill him as soon as he came in. However, he waited for three days without seeing him, and sent a brave and upright kid I went to check, only to find that he was actually sitting obediently by the spring where the sacrifices were received, stacking the delivered things by category at the side of his hand, and his eyes filled with hot blood and tears were blank and blank.

Seeing a little ghost coming, he was not surprised or afraid, but he let out a long sigh of relief, and said: "Finally, someone is here, and your work efficiency is a little bit... I will help you divide it up, send it quickly." , don’t make people wait.”

Since then, no one has seen him take half a step out of this junction.

That little ghost back then is today's ghost messenger.Recalling the absurd upheaval known as the Shame of the Underworld, he repeated flatly, "67 years."

There is no sun and moon in the borderlands, and it is most difficult to perceive the passage of time. The young man couldn't help being stunned, "...it's been so long."

"Yes." The ghost messenger kept handing out things, "Tired?"

"Tired, why not greasy." The young man put aside the fruit offering in his hand, pulled a paper puppet and hugged it in his arms, resting his head on the puppet's shoulder, half-closed his eyes, "... also I don't know when it will be a head."

With a body of resentment and evil, the heavens disturb the stars, and the earth descends into chaotic reincarnation. Entering the world is a disaster for the common people.He didn't want to be a scourge, and because of his heart, he couldn't leave, and he couldn't go anywhere.

Really bored, really tired.

The ghost messenger picked out a few volumes of scriptures from the pile of sacrifices, and habitually wanted to hand them to the young man, but he paused, threw the scriptures aside, and said in a low voice, "It will be soon."

His voice was very soft, and was covered by the crow's mourning in an instant. The young man didn't hear what he said, and was about to ask him to say it again, when he saw the thick black void in the distance was suddenly torn out into a cool void. breach.

A dry road can be seen inside the breach, and there are ghostly shadows on the road, red flowers on both sides are full of slender stems, there are low-pitched mourning songs, and the ringing of clear bells.A little ghost dressed in official uniform held a white lantern in his hand, and appeared from the opening with his head poking his head. He walked slowly on the backs of the crows, stood beside the young man, and bowed his head respectfully: "My lord."

"Why are you still called an adult? It's so polite." Thinking that it was another routine inspection sent by the underworld, the young man felt bored, put his face back on the puppet's shoulder, held the puppet's hand and waved it, Chatted as a salute, "what's the matter?"

The little ghost said with a dry voice: "Lord Yan Luo ordered the servant to come and pass the message, saying that you have lived in the borderland for 67 years, and you have assisted the underworld to distribute countless sacrifices. Now you have accumulated enough merits and virtues, and you can enter reincarnation!"

Accustomed to hearing the official tone of the inspectors, the young man listened to him with his left ear in and his right ear out, and waved his hand perfunctorily, "I know, I know, go back."

The kid was startled, and opened his mouth, "My lord..."

After a moment of silence, the young man stopped tossing the puppet suddenly, and raised his head in disbelief, "Wait, what did you just say?!"

The ghost messenger had already made up his mind about this matter, and said without expression: "He said you can go."

"The ghost is talking nonsense, making fun of me." The young man showed vigilance, "I have such a heavy resentment, and I am reincarnated. You don't want the Six Paths of Death and Life?"

At that time, the six realms of death and life will be stained with evil spirits, and those who should be put into the human realm will become animals, and those who should be put into the animal realm will become heavenly beings. He can't afford this bad debt of karma.

Hearing what he said, the little ghost hurriedly said: "Lord Yan Luo said, as a soul coffin, adults only need to enter the world to find their own remains, and then they can live in it, reincarnate safely, and will not damage the six gates of death and life."

Thinking that he really came to make fun of himself, the young man pinched the kid's icy cheeks amusedly, "This is what I said... I can't even remember my last name, so where can I get my bones?"

Besides, if after his death, unfortunately, he is burned by someone, is it possible that he can still collect ashes in the thousands of miles of mud and dust?

The little ghost couldn't answer this question, so he just rubbed his cheeks and passed on dryly, "...Lord Yama also said, Sir, you don't need to worry about causing trouble to the world. The Yin Division has found a newly dead corpse for you, and you can use it to reincarnate , helping him resolve his grievances is considered a merit..."

"Hey, no," the young man raised his eyebrows and interrupted him, deliberately joking with him, "How does he know that I will worry about disasters, what if I want to slaughter the common people?"

While speaking, the evil spirit all over his body suddenly boiled.

The kid lost his composure in shock from his evil spirit, and subconsciously took half a step back, while the ghost guard unceremoniously dismantled his stage, "Then you won't stay here for 67 years."

"..." The young man glared at him, put away his bluffing aura, and raised his chin at the brat, "Go ahead."

Listening to his every sentence is refutation, and even threatened himself once, it doesn't look like he is willing to return to his soul at all, the little ghost groaned in his heart, and handed over a piece of thin tissue embroidered with charms, a little stammeringly: "This, this is the book of deeds. In order to prevent the great man from causing misfortune... to the world, you need to put a ray of soul at the junction... If your lord does something that will harm the world, you will--"

If Yin Division can release him back to the human world without restriction, then there is really a ghost.Hearing the words, the young man relaxed his expression, and finished what the little ghost said, "Your soul is gone, right?"

The kid nodded timidly.

Betting on one's soul is tantamount to pumping out one's soul, and one needs to suffer the pain of breaking one's heart and breaking one's bones. The kid was afraid that he would be more reluctant to leave after hearing this condition, and it would be difficult to deal with business after returning, so he quickly persuaded him in a loud voice: "According to the history of ghosts, tonight is ugly." It happens to be the time of the cloudy year, the moon, the moon, and the sun, when the four shades are arched against the moon, the most cloudy and the purest, it is most suitable for you to be revived as an adult, but it can not only reconcile the resentment in your body, but also-"

Before he could finish his good words, he saw the young man nimbly bit his thumb and pressed it on the deed book without any hesitation.

The blood marks fell, as if hot water had been poured on the ice surface, and white smoke rose up.

The spell took effect immediately, the young man felt his chest was empty, the back of his head felt as if he had been hit hard, every part of his body was painless, and his bloodless face turned paler in an instant.

It must be too painful!

He closed his eyes fiercely, and opened them slowly after a while. Seeing that the kid was still half-opening his mouth, he couldn't help but pinch his face again amusedly: "...No, I'm just talking nonsense. A little more, but I didn’t say no to leaving.”

He has no memories of his life, and has no worries, so he can only waste time in this borderland. Since he has the opportunity to enter reincarnation, end this endless boring, and seek relief, how can he not seize it?

Even if you can't recover your bones, it's good to go to the world of mortals and see what the sun and moon look like in the scriptures.

"I didn't expect that I could bear the pain so much..."

The lingering pain was still there, and he stood up tremblingly, still not forgetting to praise himself, "I think even if I was an evil person in my next life, I should have been a strong evil person."

The ghost guard didn't open his mouth to mock him for boasting, but only raised his eyes to look at the changing void.

The curse has been fulfilled, the young man is no longer a member of this world, the mourning crows are silent for a moment, the sky and the earth are upside down, and the spring water is stagnant.

The void that had been with him for 67 years twisted, the scene blurred and melted, and the pieces shattered, pushing and repelling him from all directions, as if trying to tear his soul apart.

The young man was staggered by the invisible air pressure, and looked at the kid in surprise, "...so fast? How much does Old Yan Luo want to drive me away?"

The little ghost's throat moved, and he swallowed the words "I should really want to", and he could only recite like a memorization: "My lord, Lord Yan Luo also ordered that there is a destiny in heaven, and there is a destiny in man, but there is such a thing as 'things are man-made'." One thing to say, my lord's bone-stripping may be dangerous, whether it's a blessing or a curse is up to my lord... Take care, my lord!"

In just one sentence, the young man's soul and body almost faded away.He also had no intention of responding to the little devil's mouthful of words, so he seized the time to grab the hand of the ghost messenger and sincerely said to him: "You and I have been together for 67 years, and I have nothing to leave you. In this way, I will give you Keep a 'thinking', in the future when you look at that yellow spring water, it's like seeing me, it can be said that I am at the head of the yellow spring, and you are at the end of the yellow spring, and I miss you every day without seeing you—"

The ghost didn't know which story book he learned this nonsense from, so he shook his hand away with a cold face, "Get lost."

The young man had no sense of being rejected, and waved his hand vigorously under pressure, "Then I'll go first, and if you need anything, come up to me..."

Gui Cha couldn't take it anymore, raised his hand and pushed him out of the void.