In ancient stories, there are often ghosts seeking life, black and white impermanence, cow heads and horse faces, etc. After a person dies, he uses iron chains to lock his soul, lock it into the underworld, walk a section of the underworld, and cross the Forget River, and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup...

There is also a judge who took a small notebook and settled the accounts one by one. He did many good and bad things and finally handed them over to the King of Hell for judgment. Should he go to hell or drink a bowl of soup to reincarnate?

There are similar legends in the West, but there is no cow head and horse face, but the god of death hidden in black clothes with a sickle, specially harvesting dead souls and taking them to hell.

But Han Xiaojin never thought that black and white impermanence is not only true, but also a man and a woman.

He stared blankly at Gu Cheng in black in front of him, and Xia Xiaoman, who was half behind, hiding behind Gu Cheng. He didn't know if he should be afraid at this time.

These two people won't take him to the underworld for trial, right?

Wait, Bai Wuchang is a woman?

He seemed to have discovered some secret...

"What are you doing here if you are not reincarnated?" Gu Cheng interrupted his trance.

"Ah? Oh, I'm..."

Han Xiaojin thought that he was dead, and the scar that had just risen suddenly decreased a little more. Anyway, he had never done anything bad. "I'll just see here if there is really black and white impermanence, bull head and horse face, etc...."

This child roughly explained the reason for sitting here. He could actually be reincarnated, but he was a little second-class and stayed here after he died just to wait and see if the legends in the underworld are true.

If you force yourself to leave, maybe you can really see the staff holding the chain? It would be a waste of life... although your lifespan is a little short.

Very exploratory.

"That's how it is."

Gu Cheng looked back at Xia Xiaoman and then on his clothes. He immediately realized that humans are actually quite inexplicable sometimes, and they are the same when they die. They can always make trouble.

Legends are legends after all, and may have something to do with facts, but most of them cannot be regarded as true.

"You can think I am Black Impermanence."

"when?"

Han Xiaojin noticed this word keenly, which means it is not Hei Wuchang?

This is wrong. He is already dead. If these two people were not Heibai Wuchang, how could they see themselves?

The boy scratched his head and was full of curiosity about the world after death.

"Because of the name change, the Ministry of Justice in ancient times became a court in modern times. In ancient times, county officials judged cases, and now they are judges, and the underworld must keep pace with the times."

Gu Cheng casually said, "I am the underworld bailiff, and I'm sending you to reincarnate now."

"Then why didn't you bring chains?"

"So much nonsense is hindering official business, so I'll lock you up with a chain."

Han Xiaojin:??

"Wait, don't, don't, I'll leave now, let's go now." He stood up from the ground and stopped again, "Do you want to drink Mengpo soup?"

He looked at Gu Cheng and the others carefully, and he felt something was wrong.

"The system has been simplified and upgraded, and it will be reincarnated directly."

Gu Cheng smiled and said, "Don't be so careless next time."

"Oh... I haven't lived enough yet." Han Xiaojin said regretfully, "Can you recruit people in the underworld? Maybe I can also find a position?"

"Do you have an education?"

"I haven't graduated yet..." Han Xiaojin was stunned. Damn it, even if he dies, he still needs a bad education?

This underworld is too compatible with the times.

"It's a pity that you can have a master's degree now, and the in-depth examinations in the underworld are quite serious. Please work hard in the next life." Gu Cheng waved his hand, looking serious and nonsense.

"Then...that..."

Han Xiaojin couldn't speak for a moment, so he just asked casually. Even if Gu Cheng said it was OK, he probably had to think about it.

"In the next life, you may have fully automatic intelligent robots, holographic projection technology and movie games. Don't you hurry up and experience it?"

"That's right."

Han Xiaojin felt it made sense, "Then I... will leave?"

"If you want to go home, you can go back and have a look. Don't be too reluctant."

"Forget it, it's useless to go back if you die... Alas." Han Xiaojin's expression darkened, and he turned his head to look at the river. The moonlight shattered on the river surface, sparkling.

It's a pity that I'll be gone in this life.

The night wind blew silently, the leaves rustled, and only one person and one ghost were left by the river.

Mosquitoes gathered by the river, but did not get close to them at all. The cries of insects sounded from time to time in the grass.

"Black and white impermanence are fake, but this responsibility is real, right?" Xia Xiaoman stood behind him and spoke.

"It's just a habit, I don't have any responsibilities now."

Gu Cheng squatted by the river, blowing the evening breeze by the river, "The fallen leaves return to their roots, and they are buried together when they die. Do you know when this habit was left?"

"It's been a long time?"

"It was very long, and it was the tribal era. After the people of this tribe died, they would be in the fire pit of this tribe, and the witch guided the tribe to return."

Gu Cheng narrowed his eyes.

In front of me, there were figures, densely surrounded by fire pits, and the people in the innermost circle were dancing sacrifice dances. There were stone houses, and Mars were splashing. Some people threw themselves into sacrifices, some knelt on the ground to worship, and obscure songs resounded throughout the night sky.

Sacrifice...

It's been a long time ago.

"There is no responsibility anymore...so it was your responsibility before." Xia Xiaoman pointed to the place where Han Xiaojin left just now. Since it was a habit, Gu Cheng must have done this before.

Thinking of the blood clan and witches, they will also have souls after death, and then become humans...

Xia Xiaoman seemed to have thought of something, but she seemed to have thought of nothing.

Black and white impermanence, soul-catching messenger, extraditioner, death... The legends in the East and the West are essentially no different, and there must be some real reason that constitute these legends.

For example, Gu Cheng wanders around the world, never grow old and die, deals with the dead souls, and overcomes some lost wandering souls.

Gu Cheng didn't say anything, he remembered some things that he had forgotten long ago.

After a long time, he clapped his hands and stood up and went back along the way he came.

It has been more than five thousand years, and the weakest tribe at that time has grown to its current level step by step.

Where are those "gods" tribes now?
Chapter completed!