The first stop after a person dies is a place called Half Steps, where one must first line up to receive documents leading to the underworld before they can truly descend to the underworld and be reincarnated.
Shen Mao must still be waiting for his daughter in that place. It is said that it is like a lively market, but because of this, you may encounter anything and everything, so it is not a place where you can stay for a long time.
Curator Yang was stunned when he heard what I said.
But he quickly nodded and said: "Of course, Uncle Tong will have to save them sooner or later if they are suppressed. Since you want to save them earlier, of course it's better. Poor little girl, her family left her to us.
I haven't come to ask about it. I called her mother the day before yesterday and her mother asked me to find a place to bury her. Don't you think this is making things difficult for us?"
Hearing what Director Yang said, I felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.
After thinking about it, I asked Director Yang: "Then what should you do if your unclaimed ashes are kept here?"
"Every year, the M government will allocate some space for us in the cemetery, but the space is not big, so we can only selectively bury some long-term collective burials in it," Director Yang said.
As long as there is a place to bury him, his soul will have been reincarnated by then.
I nodded and stopped talking, and gently lifted up the soul-calming charm on Du Xiaoxi's ashes.
The Soul Calming Talisman spontaneously ignited without fire in my hand and slowly burned to ashes.
"Ah!" Curator Yang exclaimed in a low voice.
A strong resentment overflowed from the urn, and the entire Hall No. 3 suddenly became filled with gloomy energy.
A sudden dark wind blew by, and the fluorescent lights above our heads made a sizzling sound, and the lights flickered on and off.
All the shelves made a slight rattling sound, and the soul talismans on other urns also began to flutter, and the talismans rustled.
A girl wearing a dirty school uniform suddenly appeared in front of us, exuding black energy.
The girl was twelve or thirteen years old, and she was very beautiful. Her hair was long and hanging down, half of it covering her face.
But soon, her appearance changed. Blood began to spurt out from her body and head, her facial features collapsed into a ball, and her entire head began to flatten and crack, and various tissues began to flow along her hair.
flow to the ground.
The originally clean floor turned into a pool of blood, sticky and slippery, and the smell of blood hit our nostrils.
"ah--"
Curator Yang screamed in horror.
"Xiaohong, take Director Yang out first!" I said to Lu Xiaohong.
The scene in front of him was too visually shocking. Although Director Yang works here, he may not have seen many such things. It is best to let him leave as much as possible, otherwise he may have a shadow in his heart in the future.
"Be careful yourself!" Lu Xiaohong was very relieved of me.
"I'm fine!" I said to Lu Xiaohong.
"Let's go, follow me out first!" Lu Xiaohong glanced at Director Yang, said nothing more, took Director Yang's hand and strode towards the door.
As Lu Xiaohong led Director Yang out, more and more blood had accumulated on the floor, and the sound of the door of Hall 3 closing could be heard.
But these could not stop Lu Xiaohong.
He left with Director Yang easily.
Xiaoxi's ghost made a sharp and harsh cry.
"Hu Ling, what should we do now?" Shi Xian asked me.
He and Lian Ruowei didn't speak since they followed us in. They just stood aside and watched silently.
"It's okay, let her resentment dissipate first!" I said.
"Ha!" Lian Ruowei snorted coldly, crossing her arms and looking at the souls of Xiao Xi and me.
"You all deserve to die!" The little ghost made a harsh voice; "Obviously it was Daxi that my mother wanted to kill. Why are you trapping me here when I am dead and Daxi is still alive?"
It seems that this little girl thought we trapped her here.
But that doesn't matter. Looking at its current situation, whoever trapped it here did it for its own good.
"Why are you wearing Daxi's clothes?" I asked Xiaoxi.
Xiao Xi was stunned, probably because she didn't expect that I would suddenly ask her this question.
"Daxi deserves to die! Mom should have killed Daxi a long time ago!" Xiaoxi screamed.
"Daxi is your sister!" I stared at Xiaoxi and said, "Why do you want your mother to kill your sister?"
"Daxi is not my sister. She looks like my mother's enemy. She was reincarnated by an enemy to collect debts. She is a garbage ghost!" Xiaoxi continued to scream, and the blood on her body became more and more gushing.
"She doesn't look like mom's enemy, but looks like your dad!" I looked at Xiao Xi and said.
"Dad?" Xiao Xi's soul was stunned, and for a moment, her appearance returned to that of an ordinary little girl.
But then, its appearance became terrifying again, its eyes fell from their sockets to the ground, and its head and body were shattered again, like a rag doll.
"I have no father!" Xiao Xi screamed, "All children have fathers, but I have no father!"
"I'm going to kill you, and you all deserve to die! Why do you all have a father and I don't have a father? If I had a father, my mother wouldn't be so cruel, and I wouldn't be dead!"
Xiaoxi said, exuding a lot of black energy, and rushed towards me.
I took a step back with satisfaction and reached out to touch the soul-calming gourd in my backpack.
The reason for doing this is because the resentment on Xiao Xi's body when she just came out is too heavy, and the process of purifying the soul directly into the soul-suppressing gourd will be too slow.
The grievances in ghosts are actually just like the accumulated grievances and sadness in living people. They all need to be vented. The more you vent, the less you will lose.
But because there were too many shelves in this place and the space was too narrow, I just took a small step away, and my back hit the shelf, and a "dong-dong" sound came from the top of my head as the urn shook violently.
"Be careful!" Shi Xian exclaimed.
Following Shi Xian's voice, I keenly felt something falling from above my head and quickly approaching my head.
I subconsciously moved the heat to the soles of my feet, and just as I was about to dodge, a delicate figure rushed towards me and pushed me away violently.
It's Lian Ruowei.
I didn't expect that this girl who had been standing aside and watching with her hands folded would actually help at the critical moment.
Her skills were actually very agile, but due to the inertia of pushing me away, she also took two steps forward. The urn almost rolled down against her face, and gray-white bone powder splashed out from the mouth of the urn.
He touched her head and face.
Before Lian Ruowei could retract her hands, the urn was about to hit her arm.
Maybe it was because Lian Ruowei's body was covered with ashes, or maybe it was because he felt the strong aura in my body, Xiao Xi's ghost actually passed me and rushed towards her, trying to get on Lian Ruowei's body.