So that's it.
I nodded in realization.
This old man seemed to be able to speak well.
Once he said this, I understood everything.
But I was more curious about whether the person he saved turned into a ghost after he died, so I asked: "Old ghost, didn't the person you saved commit suicide?
Did he turn into a ghost?
Can you call me out?
Let me see."
In fact, I wanted him to call the ghost out and have a look.
It had another meaning.
If it was a ghost, it would be much more convenient to find Lao Wang in this paradise world, and the ghost would not suspect him because of his identity.
"You want to take a look, but I also want to take a look.
After he committed suicide, I directly saved him and asked him to reincarnate.
I was stupid at the time.
I should have let his soul stay.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.
I’m so lonely, I don’t even have anyone to talk to.”
Speaking of the person who was saved by the old man, the old man glanced at me.
"Have you been saved?
Can you be saved even if you die in this paradise?"
I have to say, this is really a new thing.
If it were in the human world, if someone died unexpectedly, I could save him, but this is the realm of bliss, not in the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements.
"I know what you are thinking.
Although it is said that the Paradise is a separate world, it is still in the earth.
For example, how did you get in?
Don't tell me that you came from the underworld."
The old man's words reminded me.
Yes, although the Paradise is a separate realm, the entrances seem to be all in the underworld.
That's it.
I talked to the old man about some things about the Paradise, which gave me a new understanding of the Paradise.
In fact, the difference between the Paradise and the earth is not very big.
There are all the things that should be there, such as restaurants and markets. .
Of course, there are also things that shouldn't be there, such as the ghost king who rules this paradise.
Of course, the ghost king has already attained enlightenment and become an immortal.
If the old man hadn't said that I didn't know, the previous ghost king in this Paradise was actually Zhong Kui.
I didn't expect that the famous Zhong Kui also spent a lot of time in this Paradise.
It's just that Zhong Kui is different from other ghost kings.
Other ghost kings eat Human souls cultivate, and Zhong Kui restrains the ghosts in the Paradise, allowing them to do more good deeds and accumulate virtue, and strive to achieve enlightenment and become immortals and gods.
As a result, the ghosts and ghosts in the paradise world still look like what they should be, but Zhong Kui became a god.
This is considered explosive news to me.
The old man said that if I want to save people, I should go to the ghost market.
Generally, after being captured, the living people will be taken there and sold to other ghosts for food, or taken back to be ghost slaves.
Of course, only a few of them were bought back to eat, and most of them were taken back to work as ghost slaves.
Ghost slaves, as the name suggests, are slaves of ghosts.
It would be better if you meet a kinder ghost, but if you meet a vicious ghost, life will be difficult.
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The old man told me that food could be grown in Paradise, otherwise he would have starved to death.
But the only obvious difference between this place and the real world is that there is no difference between day and night here, and there is no sun, which the ghosts hate the most.
After the old man told me about the ghost market, my eyes lit up.
Maybe I could find Lao Wang there.
So I begged the old man to take me to the ghost market to see if I could find Lao Wang.
The old man agreed without thinking, but he had to put something on my body before going, otherwise I would be easily possessed by ghosts.
I found that if I was besieged by thousands of ghosts, I would not be able to get out even if I was tied with a rope.
If the Ghost King were alarmed, he would probably be eaten on the spot.
At first I didn't understand what the old man meant when he said wiping something on his body, but it didn't take long for me to understand.
He picked a few flowers from the ground not far away, and then rubbed them vigorously with his hands.
After he finished, he started rubbing it on my body.
Well, it's not bad to have a faint fragrance from the body.
I didn't expect that this ghostly thing has quite a high taste.
He knows how to plant some flowers and plants to change the surrounding environment.
Suddenly I realized something was wrong.
When I first came in, I was surrounded by similar flowers, exuding a faint fragrance, but as long as the flowers were picked for a short while, they would turn into skulls.
Thinking of this, I looked at the place where the old man had smeared it on my body.
Sure enough, within minutes, the faint fragrance on my body turned into a foul smell, making me feel the urge to vomit.
The old man seems to have been used to applying these things on his body for a long time, and he seems to be quite enjoying it.
But maybe you can understand it if you think about it.
Habits become natural.
When everything was ready, the old man moved the stool he was sitting on into the house, and then swayed forward without even saying hello to me.
I quickly followed behind him.
Because I understood that he was taking me to the ghost market to see what was going on.
On the way, the old man told me some taboos, saying that I must relax when I go to a place where ghosts are rampant, make less noise when breathing, and the most important thing is not to talk, because after talking, the popularity in the body will leak out. , will be discovered by ghostly things.
I silently remembered all the old man's words in my heart.
When I got there, I would never speak even if the sky struck me with thunder.
When I asked the old man what the ghosts in this place eat, he looked at me in surprise for a long time, then slowly shook his head and said that the ghosts here are the same as those in the earth, they eat incense and candles, and of course, there are Many ghostly creatures are not edible incense sticks, but corpse-eating insects.
Speaking of zombies, I couldn't help feeling sick.
I don’t know how long it took, but we arrived at what the old man called the ghost market.
To be honest, from a glance, this ghost market seemed to be no different from the one in the human world, except for one difference, that is, it was lively and lively.
Quiet.
Transactions between ghosts seem to be conducted in a silent world.
A "person" takes out a stack of paper money similar to that burned in the world and hands it to the "person" selling things, and then directly takes the thing he wants to buy.
The "people" who buy things don't ask about the price, and the "people" who sell things don't seem to be too lazy to tell.
It seems that the money given by that "person" is just right.
My heart was full of questions, but I remembered the old man's words, so I didn't speak and just kept the questions in my heart.
Gululu I don’t know how long I have been in this paradise, but my stomach started to growl unsatisfactorily.
"Why are you hungry?
You can't eat the food here."
The old man seemed to hear the growl of my stomach.
He turned to look at me and asked: