I believe many people have thought about this question more than once.
Generally speaking, people leave their souls after death. When the body cannot carry the soul, life will continue to exist in the form of the soul.
It's just that most people's three souls and seven souls must rely on the body to support them. If the body dies, the three souls and seven souls will be helpless, and they will often disappear without lasting much time.
Only a few ghosts with particularly deep obsessions or overwhelming resentment can stay for a long time. These are the so-called ghosts and belong to the category of dead people.
A long time ago, I knew that I would definitely die, but I never thought that I would turn into a ghost after death.
In fact, most exorcists are not willing to become ghosts after death. After all, they have been fighting ghosts all their lives, and suddenly one day they turned into this ugly and dirty look. No one would be happy if they did it.
Therefore, when exorcists enter the profession, they will make some preparations for death in advance. Once they really die, they will return to dust, dust to dust, and everything will be over.
After all, living is tiring enough, why do you want to be a ghost and be tired for another life?
Only the exorcist soldiers who died in battle do not understand the way of yin and yang, and there are many who turn into ghosts after death.
They died fighting for the living, so they were called heroic souls. The current Exorcism City basically exists for the heroic souls of the dead.
Heroic souls have great achievements in battle, so naturally they cannot be treated as ordinary dead people. However, in fact, China-Earth is also following the old path of the Yu Dynasty. The number of heroic souls is increasing, and sooner or later there will be conflicts of life and death.
As time goes by, old stories about Mr. Deep Water and countless water ghosts in the Styx will inevitably come up.
I never thought that I would be a ghost, but sometimes God really likes to make fun of people. If you don't want something to happen, it will definitely happen.
The Arctic Icefield, inside the Ten Thousand Souls Grand Canyon.
More than a dozen ethereal ghosts were struggling to move forward against the wind. The biting cold wind on the ice sheet was making their bodies stagger, and they felt as if they were about to lose their souls.
The leading ghost looks old and wears coarse clothes. He is hunched over and his figure is almost illusory.
No matter who comes to see it, this ghost is already in a state of disintegration. Even if the cold wind in the canyon is stronger, he may be blown away between heaven and earth.
Even so, the old man was digging hard on the ground with both hands. After a while, the old man said tremblingly: "Found it!"
The dozen or so ghosts behind him cheered and gathered around.
With a smile on his face, the old man said: "There are abundant reserves of ice soul stones here. It should be that too many lives died here in the early years, so this kind of stone was formed."
"Although there is a little less stuff, it is still possible to provide for us to get through this period of time."
The ghosts all breathed a sigh of relief, and a few impatient guys even started to dig out the rocks impatiently, hoping to open up the land and dig out the soul stones.
Everyone knows that ghosts are not immortal. Each ghost has its own lifespan. Although they do not need food and water, they do need energy to sort out their souls.
The more energy there is, the purer the three souls and seven souls will be, and the longer one will live.
This kind of energy is generally contained in a kind of ore, which is called a soul stone.
Soul stones are the hard currency on the Arctic ice sheet, and they are also the money used by the bosses of Endless City to recruit ghosts to join the war.
The old man seemed very tired after finding the soul stone. He sat on the hard stone and kept coughing. Every time he coughed, his figure became a little more unreal, making people wonder if he could still hold on.
Suddenly, someone next to him whispered: "Old village chief, this mine seems to be small in area. Should we hide it so we can use it ourselves?"
"All the young ghosts in the village have gone to the front line. They are all old guys. Without the soul stones, no one would be able to last long."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man covered his mouth in horror and shouted in a low voice: "Do you want to die? Everything on the Arctic Icefield belongs to our ancestors, including us, all belong to our ancestors!"
"It's not easy for us to be allowed to go out to search for mineral veins! According to the usual practice, we are lucky if we can get a little bit of it! We must not take it all ourselves!"
Thinking of the power of those gentlemen, the villager shuddered subconsciously, and then sighed heavily.
"It's all because of the damn war."
The battle of life and death has been going on for a long time. Since it is a war, resources must be consumed.
The dead do not need food, water, sunlight, rain or dew, but they need soul stones to sort out the three souls and seven souls.
Anyone who is injured in battle can recover quickly as long as they are sorted out with soul stones.
If there is no soul stone, it will either take more time to recover, or the three souls and seven souls will slowly weaken until the soul is gone.
It can be said that soul stones are the most needed material for the ghosts to wage war.
The Ancestor of the Corpse has ordered that soul stone resources be searched for in the extreme northern ice fields and then all handed over. As a reward, the village that finds the soul stone resources can get a certain amount of soul stones for their own use.
This ghost team is a ghost village hundreds of miles away, constantly spreading outside, looking for dead people in search of resources.
The war has had a great impact on the living people, but it has also caused endless harm to the dead people.
After the villager sighed, he continued: "It would be great if there was no war. Let me tell you, the Arctic Icefield is so big, how many ghosts do we have in the Ten Thousand Demons Pit? As long as we work hard, we can live a very comfortable life here.
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The old village chief shook his head: "Our ancestors have said that life and death are not mutually exclusive. The place we occupy belongs to the living. How could the other party give up?"
"It's a pity that we can't live a good life. We can only wait until the war is over."
Speaking of this, the idle villagers came over one after another, and someone asked in a low voice: "Village chief, you are a person who has seen the world. What is the battle like on the front line now? Is it almost over?"
The old village chief said: "It's over? I'm afraid it's too boring!"
"Now the ancestors have pressed the army against the Great Wall defense line. The two sides have fought dozens of battles. Every time, the remaining souls are killed and the bones are rolling everywhere."
"It's just that the great villain Di Ming is really powerful among living people. Our ancestors attacked for seven or eight days in a row, but they were still unable to get even one step into the defense line."
Someone around said: "Is the great evil man Di Ming really so powerful? Didn't our ancestors say that he is known as a million ghost soldiers? How can we not be able to do anything to a great evil man Di Ming?"
The old village chief shook his head: "A million ghost soldiers? Is that a lot?"
"There are five exorcist legions among the living, and each legion has 200,000 exorcist soldiers, which adds up to one million!"
"What's more, the opponent also has reserves, security teams, and exorcists from three mountains and five mountains. There must be two to three hundred thousand in total, right?"
"And it is said that new exorcist soldiers are still being trained in the rear, waiting for a decisive battle with us."
The surrounding villagers took a breath, and then someone sighed and said, "What do you mean by fighting? Isn't it good for everyone to live happily?"
"The dead live in the far north ice sheet, and the living live in the south. We don't interfere with each other, and no one can hinder anyone. How wonderful?"
Everyone sighed. The longer this war drags on, the greater the harm will be to the ghost people.
Not to mention anything else, the oppression from the Corpse Ancestor alone was already too much for them to bear.
This war is not a good thing for anyone.
The north wind was howling and the air was gloomy. Suddenly, someone said loudly: "Hey! Who are you? The old village chief! The old village chief!"
The old village chief stood up in a hurry and walked forward a few steps. After taking only two steps, he saw an extremely weak Three Souls and Seven Souls, lying on the Soul Stone, shivering with cold.
There is actually a ghost on the ore? This kind of thing is really unbelievable.
But the old village chief was kind-hearted and saw that this was a ghost and not a living person of flesh and blood, so he hurriedly called out: "Why are you still standing there? Save people!"
Everyone scrambled to pull out the remaining soul, and a soul stone was quickly stuffed into his head.
The fluctuations emitted by the soul stone sorted out the three souls and seven souls layer by layer, and soon the body of the remnant soul became solid.
Seeing that the image of the remnant soul was gradually stabilizing, the old village chief asked in a low voice: "Young man, wake up, wake up quickly!"
I had a dream in a daze, in which I dreamed that my soul was gone, and even my thoughts disappeared. Maybe it was because of the dream, that although I was lost in the dream, I could still "see" my own death.
It wasn't until I heard someone softly calling me to wake up that I subconsciously opened my eyes.
Am I still alive? This was the first feeling I had after waking up.
My mind immediately recalled my battle with Ying Tianming. I used the black and white sword of life and death to kill Ying Tianming's last soul, but Ying Tianming counterattacked and killed me. Three souls and seven souls could not be saved, and they were about to be destroyed.
But how come I am still conscious? Could it be that I have become a ghost?
The confusion in my eyes gradually came into focus. I first looked at my hands and feet, then at the ethereal ghosts around me, and I immediately understood what was going on.
I eventually turned into a ghost, and I don’t know what happened, but I still appeared here in a daze.
Surrounded by snow and darkness, there is no doubt that this is the Arctic ice sheet shrouded in the Great Dark Age.
The old man with a disembodied body in front of me was looking at me expectantly.
Perhaps because he noticed that I was dull, the old village chief asked again: "Young man, are you not thinking well?"
I asked in a hoarse voice: "Old sir, where is this?"
The old village chief smiled and said: "This is the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, a favorite place for lonely ghosts. Young man, you didn't really hurt your head, did you?"
"You can appear here, how can you not know the situation here?"