we are just monsters

Chapter 44 Keeping pace with the times
In ancient stories, there are often life-seeking ghosts, black and white impermanence, bull-headed and horse-faced ghosts, who hold iron chains to lock the soul after death, lock it in the underworld, walk a section of Huangquan Road, and then cross the Wangchuan River and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup ...

There is also a judge who takes a small book and calculates the accounts one by one, how many good deeds he has done, and how many bad deeds he has done. Finally, the calculation is handed over to the King of Hades to judge whether he should go to hell or drink a bowl of soup to be reincarnated.

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

It's just that Han Xiaojin never imagined that the impermanence of black and white is not only true, but also a man and a woman.

He stared blankly at Gu Cheng who was dressed in black in front of him, and Xia Xiaoman who was half a step behind and hid behind Gu Cheng, wondering if he should be afraid at this time.

These two will not take him to the underworld for trial, will they?

Wait, Bai Wuchang is a woman?

He seems to have discovered some secret...

"What are you doing here if you don't reincarnate?" Gu Cheng interrupted his trance.

"Huh? Oh, I'm just..."

Han Xiaojin thought that he was dead, and the fear that had just risen suddenly subsided a little, anyway, he hadn't done anything bad, "I'll just check here, is it true that there are black and white impermanence, bull-headed horse-faced or something... "

The child gave a rough idea of ​​the reason for sitting here. In fact, he can go to reincarnation, but he is a bit of a second child. He is still here after death just to wait and see if the legend of the underworld is true.

If you insist on not leaving, maybe you can really see the staff holding the chains?That's not in vain to live this life... although the life span is a bit shorter.

Very inquisitive.

"That's it."

Gu Cheng turned his head to look at Xia Xiaoman, and then at the clothes on his body, and immediately understood that human beings are actually quite inexplicable sometimes, even when they are dead, they can always be tricky.

Legends are legends after all, and may have a little relationship with the facts, but most of them are not true.

"You can think of me as black impermanence."

"when?"

Han Xiaojin noticed this word keenly, that is to say, isn't it black and impermanent?
This is wrong, he is dead, if these two people are not black and white, how can they see themselves?

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

"Because of the name change, the ancient criminal department has become a court in modern times, and the county magistrates who judged cases in ancient times are now judges. The underworld must also keep pace with the times."

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

"Then why didn't you wear a chain?"

"So much nonsense, obstructing official duties, so I will lock you with iron chains."

Han Xiaojin:? ?
"Wait, don't, don't, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now." He stood up from the ground and paused again, "Do you want to drink Mengpo soup?"

Carefully looking at the two of Gu Cheng, he felt that something was not quite right.

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

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

"Alas... I haven't lived enough yet." Han Xiaojin regretted, "Does your underworld recruit people? Maybe I can find a job too?"

"Do you have a degree?"

"I haven't graduated yet..." Han Xiaojin was in a daze, what about Mao's degree after Nima died?
This hell is too advanced with the times.

"Unfortunately, at least a master's degree is required now, and the underworld is also very serious. Work hard in the next life." Gu Cheng waved his hand, with a serious face of nonsense.

"That...that..."

Han Xiaojin couldn't speak for a while, so he just asked casually, even if Gu Cheng said yes, he probably had to think about it.

"In the next life, there may be fully automatic intelligent robots, holographic projection technology and movie games, don't you hurry to experience them?"

"Oh yes."

Han Xiaojin thought it made sense, "Then I... just 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're all dead... Sigh." Han Xiaojin's expression darkened, and he turned his head to look at the river.

It's a pity that this life is so gone.

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

Mosquitoes gathered by the river, but they didn't get close to the two of them, and the calls of insects sounded from time to time in the grass.

"The impermanence of black and white is fake, but this duty is real, right?" Xia Xiaoman said standing behind him.

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

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

"It's been a long time?"

"It's been a very long time, as far back as the very beginning, when people in the tribe died, they would throw themselves into the firepit of the tribe, and the witch would guide them back."

Gu Cheng narrowed his eyes.

Human figures appeared in front of the eyes, densely packed around the firepit, and the people in the innermost circle were dancing sacrificial dances. Surrounded by stone houses, sparks flew, some people threw sacrifices, some knelt down to worship, and obscure songs resounded through the night sky.

worship...

It's been a long time.

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

Reminiscent of blood races and witches, they will have souls after death, and then reincarnate into humans...

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

Impermanence in black and white, envoys, extraditionists, gods of death... There is no difference between Eastern and Western legends in essence, and there must be some real reason for these legends.

For example, Gu Cheng, who wanders in the world, never ages or dies, deals with dead souls, and saves some wandering souls who have lost their way.

Gu Cheng didn't speak, he remembered some long-forgotten past events.

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

For more than 5000 years, the weakest tribe at the beginning has grown to where it is today step by step.

Where are those "god" people now?
Gu Cheng smiled silently, the loser will be drowned by history after all, leaving only sporadic records.

(End of this chapter)