“You shouldn’t be in this place.”

An unknown wandering soul armor floated in front of the bald wandering soul that was going on day after day, and left a sentence that seemed very meaningful, and flew away again, leaving the bald wandering soul with its head tilted, standing on the big stone, and being stunned for five days.

Five days later, he rode on the bone cat and walked around Dahei Mountain. Although his somewhat chaotic heart only gave this walk the name of "walk", he found the surrounding skeletons and the rotten corpses were a little afraid of themselves and dared not approach them far away. Their riding cats made these dense dead souls avoid it - so they took a walk and became a patrol.

Youhun sat proudly on the bone cat, thinking that although he didn't know who he was, he must have been a big man before he died, so the breath he brought into the underworld made these dead souls extremely convinced. But he had a doubt in his heart, why did the nameless Youhun say that he shouldn't be in this place? He shouldn't be in this place, so where should he be?

He flew up and easily grabbed the wandering soul armor that first talked to him among the more than 900,000 wandering souls flying around the Great Heishan Mountain.

The face of the Wandering Soul Armor who was caught by him was a little blurry, but there was also a plastic surgery. It seemed that he belonged to the younger generation of Wandering Soul. What’s very interesting is that the vague face always had a innocent smile like a child on it.

After the innocent wandering soul armor found that he was easily caught by this bald wandering soul, his smile felt a little bitter and seemed to be very scared.

The bald wandering soul looked at him without a trace of expression and asked directly: "If I shouldn't be in this place, then where should I be?"

"Are elsewhere! Somewhere else!"

Suddenly, such sounds sounded from all directions, which were heard from the mouths of more than 900,000 wandering souls, just like the gloomy wind next to the steep cliff of Dahei Mountain. It was floating around the bald wandering soul and scrambling, as if trying to get into his head.

At the same time, more than 900,000 wandering souls quietly spoke at the same time. This formation was very terrifying, which caused the white bones and rotten corpses at the foot of Dahei Mountain to turn their heads to the sky. A few old skeletons raised their heads too quickly, and their white skulls fell to the ground. The smashing was a clanging sound.

"Where is the other place?" The bald wandering soul had no ears, and the whole head looked like a circle, but it looked more like a crooked melon and a bad date.

More than 900,000 wandering souls were still roaring, roaring calmly: "Are somewhere else!"

"Shut up! You are not Rousseau's soul!"

The wandering soul was angry, and a roar broke out from its round head, and the roar quickly spread throughout the Dahei Mountain. Thousands of wandering souls closer to him instantly showed a fearful expression, hissing, and were shaken into pieces by the roar. They floated around the Dahei Mountain, and it would take thousands or tens of thousands of years to form one.

The wandering soul was a little surprised, and he could not have imagined that his roar would cause such serious consequences. However, the wandering soul corpses deeply realized the power contained in this roar and left in a timid manner.

He flew up and grabbed the wandering soul who had first talked to him. For some reason, the other wandering souls could not touch any substance, but his hands could touch the bone cat. At this time, he could catch the wandering soul again.

"I shouldn't be here, where should I be?" He flew to a rock suddenly appearing on the hillside of Dahei Mountain, looking at the white front with blood-colored fireworks in the distance, and seemed to ask casually.

Zhang Haier's soul was trembling in his hands, and it took him a long time to speak: "We are very uneasy among us."

"Are you afraid of me?...I know what kind of emotion is afraid of, but why are you afraid of me?"

"Because you shouldn't be among us, or you shouldn't be a wandering soul at all, nor can you become a wandering soul."

"What are the conditions required to become a wandering soul?" Youhun laughed, but the body of Dan Ruoyanxia could not fully show his mood. Instead, his face seemed a little weird. "I thought that as long as I died, I would be a wandering soul."

The child turned his gaze to the black wasteland several thousand meters below. Looking at the densely packed army of white bones spreading to the sky on the wasteland, and the hundreds of thousands of wandering souls who were afraid to fly in the low place, he said in a trembling voice: "I'm not very clear. But the wandering souls around the Great Heishan Mountain have been dead for hundreds of years. The flesh and bones are rotten, and even the spiritual sense is a little dispersed. Then he became a wandering soul. From the day you entered the underworld, everyone felt your strength." He secretly glanced at the terrifying wandering soul and continued: "Your mind is so strong that this space cannot accept you at all."

"If I am so strong that this space cannot accept me, then why am I here?" Youhun supported his elbows on his forehead. These were just his subconscious actions, very much like the statue on earth, "Why am I here?"

He repeated to himself.

"Maybe there are always some reasons." The child shrank.

"Then why do you dare to talk to me?" A terrifying light suddenly flashed in Youhun's eyes, "And I can see that you have only been dead for a few years, why have you become Youhun? What kind of big pubic hair is hidden under you?"

The child seemed anxious to cry and argued: "I have only been dead for a few years. I don't know why I became a wandering soul. I heard that when I died, all my body was burned into nothingness by some very powerful energy, and I could never find it back. Another magical weapon was killed, so I became this shape."

Youhun thought: "Artifact? Nothing? Well, it seems that you are also a very amazing person and are qualified to talk to me."

"Then do you know who you are?" he continued.

The child showed a hint of shame on his face: "I don't know, after becoming a wandering soul, I forgot everything."

Youhun suddenly sighed and said, "Maybe I have forgotten everything, maybe I am happier."

"But what is happiness?" The child is not a philosopher, he just simply doesn't know what happiness means.

Youhun glanced at him and didn't say anything for a long time. Suddenly, he said, "I don't know who I am anyway. I'm tired of seeing these bones every day, so just chat with me."

A trace of disconfidence and honor appeared on the face of the child, which seemed to disappear at any time: "Is it OK?"

"Yes." Youhun said: "Whoever you talk to is not who you are, it's just passing the time, and... I like you very much, but remember, don't show that innocent smile like a child in front of me in the future. You are not young anymore."

Youhun turned his head, looked at the skylight over the Dahei Mountain, and muttered: "Why do you feel disgusting when you see your innocent smile?"

The child quickly pulled his face and fiddled with a very serious expression, floating to the wandering place like a flattering one.

Youhun glanced at him and said, "Since you said I shouldn't be in this ghost place, if I go out in the future, I will find a way to take you out with you."

"Why are you so kind to me?" The child felt that he was lucky. At first, he just looked at the new terrifying wandering soul and was a little familiar with it, so he took a big risk and said, never expecting that he would get a promise from this person.

"Friends... are friends." Youhun nodded.

Dahei Mountain is as peaceful and gloomy as ever, and the white tower on the top of the mountain is radiating with glimmer of light. Compared with the magic weapon on the battlefield in the distance, it looks much dimmer, but it echoes the white light hanging from the sky in the distance, from east to west, and looks extremely stable, as if the cold wind in the underworld that has been for thousands of years cannot cause any damage at all.

The wandering souls calmed down again and began to walk among the bones and rotten corpses, using these tricks to spend every day of lifelessness, and pursue their consciousness that was about to fade away. The terrifying wandering soul that made them uneasy and feared was no longer on the stones at the foot of the mountain these days. The wandering soul drifted down the mountain and caught the bone cat up the mountain, and squatted on the stones on the hillside with the new child.

Because the wandering soul is on the mountainside, no other wandering soul dares to fly there.

But more than 900,000 wandering souls were curious. Why did this wandering soul, which should not have appeared in the underworld, not break through the space and leave, but squatted on the stone. Later, many days later, the wandering souls learned something - it is said that the reason why the powerful wandering soul squatted on the mountainside was waiting to watch the sunrise.

What is sunrise? The wandering souls seem to have seen the sunrise in their memories, but they seem to have never seen it before, so they are a little confused. After all, they have been in the underworld for too long. They ask about the rotten corpses and bones. Although the rotten corpses and bones remember the sunrise, they also think that the powerful wandering soul wants to watch the sunrise in the underworld. It is a very stupid thing.

Even if he is the most powerful wandering soul ever, it is impossible to see the sunrise in the underworld.

"Why can't go to the top of the mountain to see?" The child asked Youhun, although he also thought that the powerful Youhun next to him wanted to watch the sunrise in the underworld was a very hopeless thing. As the days went by, he no longer had confidence in the promises given by this Youhun. It was right. I heard that this miserable appearance in the Underworld has lasted for five hundred years, and no Youhun has been able to be reincarnated as a human being. Although the Youhun around him is powerful, there is probably no problem with going out, but it is too difficult to take yourself out.

The Youhun's eyes kept staring at the white sky light in the west. He felt that the sky light was very familiar, and subconsciously hummed, "Take me a stick?" He woke up after saying that, noticed the problem on the child's face, and replied casually: "The white tower on the top of the mountain is very annoying."

"That is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva." The child said respectfully. Although there is no memory of the wandering soul, the creatures in the underworld know that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has been working hard to find a way for everyone, a path that no longer despair. Therefore, every creature in the underworld maintains the highest respect and respect for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. The child is no exception. Although he is happy to talk to the powerful wandering soul beside him, he heard him say that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was very annoyed and subconsciously reminded him.

The wandering soul did not change his words, but instead said a little foolishly: "It's because it's Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, so it's annoying."

For some reason, Youhun was a little afraid of going to the top of the mountain and going to the White Tower. He always felt that once he went there, something he would not want to happen.

After many days, Youhun stood up, and the white light in the distance shone on his blue and transparent face, looking like translucent soap bubbles, which could be shattered at any time. He said to the child beside him, "I'm going up the mountain."

The child's face floated up and bowed to him in the air in front of him.

The Youhun threw the earth bone cat in his hand to the Child. The Child had been around him for a long time. Perhaps it was infected with the powerful life force in his soul that gradually became a physical tendency. He grabbed the bone cat in his hand.

"Take good care of Xiaobai." Youhun glanced at him again, "I know you chat with me these days just for the day I left."

The child was holding the bone cat in front of him, and was floating slowly downwards.

The Youhun's eyes were a little sharp, but there was no murderous intention: "After I left, you were the most powerful of these nine hundred thousand wandering souls. In your previous life, you must be the person who likes to play conspiracies the most in the world."

The child did not explain, but just lowered his head and said, "We are friends."

"Not bad. So one day, I will take you out." After saying this, Youhun did not look at him again. As soon as his soul body became empty, he floated upwards.

I don’t know how long I have been floating, but the wandering soul finally floated to the top of Dahei Mountain.

The top of Daheishan Mountain is a vast flat land, about a size of several hundred square kilometers. I don’t know what force it was flattened, but there was no protrusion. In the center of this vast flat land, there is a white tower and a very huge white tower.

The wandering soul drifted closer to the white tower, getting closer. Only then did it be clear that the white tower was entirely made of human heads. The bottom edge of the white tower was two or three kilometers long. There were countless heads such a huge white bone tower.

He floated to the edge of the tower, put his head close to the white bone tower, sniffed the smell of these dead people's heads, then looked up on the tower, and his eyes followed the smooth bone surfaces. He saw the strange beast with one horn, dog ears, dragon body, tiger head, lion tail, and unicorn foot.

The strange beast's ears moved slightly, as if he had heard him coming.

The wandering soul was confident that he had never made any sound. But since the other party heard it, he didn't seem very surprised. He floated to the strange beast and stretched out his hand to twist its ears.

The strange beast seemed to have never imagined that a wandering soul could touch its most precious ear, and it was frightened and opened its mouth and was about to roar.

Youhun said coldly: "You're so fucking, you can't kill me."

The strange beast lowered its head slightly, and its horn glowed, as if it was thinking. After a while, it admitted the powerful wandering soul and inferred it, tilted its head, arched its body, and ignored the wandering soul.

Youhun said, "You can even learn to shrugge. How did your master teach you?"

He looked up at the monk sitting on the strange beast and asked, "Bodhisattva, I'll ask you why I became a wandering soul. The little ones below said that I shouldn't be here, I can't be here, but elsewhere."

The monk was wearing a cassock, with a string of bones hanging on his chest, with a dark face, his eyebrows flat, and his expression was muddy. He just looked at the sky light at the far west and replied, "You should have been elsewhere, but here."

"I heard from the boy that the guys in this underworld cannot be born."

"Even the Arhat fruit position, you can be reincarnated in the human world without having to go through the underworld, let alone you are a person who has attained the great bodhisattva fruit."

"I am the Great Bodhisattva's Fruit?" I stayed at the foot of the Great Heishan Mountain for a long time and caught many new dead people to ask. The wandering soul learned a lot of knowledge and scratched his head and said, "Which Bodhisattva am I? Manjushri Samantabhadra or Guanshi Yin? Sunlight, Moonlight or Mahasthamaprapta?"

The monk had no expression on his face and had no answer.

The wandering soul asked again: "How could I become a wandering soul if the great Bodhisattva does not fall into the underworld?"

"When you died, there was a great supernatural power who would rather use his own secretly practicing Buddha nature for many years, condense your soul, forcibly move against the sky, and send you into the underworld, thus preventing you from being reincarnated in the human world." The monk said, "I didn't expect that he was actually close to the realm of Buddha."

Youhun thought about it, but couldn't figure it out. He floated up and sat next to the monk, sat on the strange beast, put a cool breeze on his hand, and looked at the sky light in the distance with him.

"Who am I?" Youhun stretched out his hand, took off the chain of bones on the monk's neck, threw them into the air and played with it. The strange beast under his buttocks seemed a little angry. He blew heavily and condensed into white mist in the cold wind.

"Who do you think I am?" the monk did not look back, but just asked him.

Youhun looked at the monk's side face and shrugged: "You are Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva." Then he looked at the strange beast under him: "This is your pet, called Di Ting."

The monk asked him: "Since you know who I am, why don't you know who you are?"

Youhun replied with a righteous geography: "Because I am dead, you are not dead."

The monk asked him again: "Why did you stay halfway up the mountain and didn't come up until today?"

"Because I'm tired of being stunned. I always feel that I shouldn't be in this ghost place, I should go back."

“Where to go back?”

"Home."
To be continued...