Whether it is the streets in the city center or the deserted wilderness.
On this night, it seems quite 'lively'.
The dense crowd of people was born out of illusion. Just looking at the density, it is even more lively than the bus at 7:30 in the morning.
And with the passage of time, the density is still increasing, and the figures overlap with each other.
Not only the bones are still left, but every living being who died on this land for countless years.
As long as in this world, the souls of the living beings who have left traces will start to recover in the places where they were buried.
But for some reason, there were no signs of them in the living area.
The 'ghosts' that were supposed to be born in these areas appeared in the surrounding streets.
As for other places, even the originally bustling shopping malls, or some practice academies including Daotian Academy, there are more or less their births.
However, in areas like practice colleges, where there are practitioners, these existences are repelled by formations or artificially as soon as they appear.
If there are really no areas where these things exist, then there are only those lands that were newly born due to the expansion of the world.
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And those who have just recovered their memories, remembering who they are 'ghosts', before they have time to do anything.
Without any warning, an incomparably thick black mist was born from nothingness and enveloped them.
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A residential building, the first floor.
Although it was almost twelve o'clock, the family was not ready to rest until now because of some trivial matters.
The hostess of this house walked to the living room, looked at the little girl who was still looking at the 'bear', and said softly, "Xiaoyin, I'm going to sleep."
A little girl about four or five years old who was sitting on the sofa and staring at the two bears, even though she was a little bit reluctant, she still responded obediently, "Okay, Mom."
Turning off the TV, the hostess picked up the little girl with both hands, letting her chin drag on her shoulders.
The little girl looked out of the window shrouded in night, "Mom, there are so many uncles, aunts, grandparents outside."
The hostess froze when she heard the girl's words.
Although she knew she shouldn't do this, but out of curiosity, the hostess turned around and glanced out the window.
There was nothing outside the window, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
However, she changed her posture and hugged the little girl, diverting her gaze away from the window.
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Even though the Ming government has issued repeated orders some time ago, try not to go out after dark, and at the same time close all nighttime entertainment venues.
In a corner of the city, there was still a young man rushing to his home anxiously.
For some reason, the young people feel that there is an extra chill in this night.
The breeze blew past, as if his brain was directly exposed, which made him shiver involuntarily.
He didn't know that every step he took, he passed through countless figures.
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Practitioners in the entire Ming Dynasty have noticed this unusual scene.
In this regard, some were extremely shocked, and some had expected it long ago.
But no matter what they think, this is a scene that will inevitably happen.
At the same time, guard your mind and stop caring about external things.
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Yang Shen was also the only one who died on this earth.
He died three years ago at the age of 87, which is considered the end of his life.
After waking up from the dazed state and possessing memory, Yang Shen looked at himself, did he become a ghost?
The clothes on his body seemed to be what he was wearing when he died.
And...Yang Shen breathed a sigh of relief. When he was old, he was tortured by illness for so many years. He never expected that after death, he could still feel the feeling of being free from illness.
After realizing his own state, Yang Shen looked at the crowd of ghosts around him, and was quite shocked.
Even with his more than 80 years of experience, this is the first time he has seen this battle.
Not only modern people, but in Yang Shen's field of vision, from ancient times to the present, there are costumes from various dynasties.
If his knowledge is rich enough, Yang Shen will find that the clothes worn by the same kind of people were all born after the legend of the underworld appeared.
Yang Shen looked around with his mouth wide open, and wondered if there was any of his direct ancestors around.
Yang Shen thought for a while, and through the somewhat transparent bodies of the surrounding ghosts, he probably recognized his current location, which was a cemetery he had chosen before his death.
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As more and more 'ghosts' regained their old memories, Yang Shen felt that his surroundings became more lively than the vegetable market.
That is to say, the communication between these 'ghosts' can only be heard by themselves.
Of course, there are exceptions. For example, a young man with a relatively high level of spiritual perception feels like he is going crazy when he hears the noise outside.
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Just when Yang Shen was about to squeeze out to see if he could go home and have a look~www.mtlnovel.com~ he found that he was the only one left around, and the original hustle and bustle became extremely quiet.
Surrounded by thick black fog, only a winding path under the feet can be seen clearly.
One end of the path was under Yang Shen's feet, and the other end was deep in the black mist.
There is a kind of power in the dark, urging Yang Shen to walk along this road to the depths of the black mist.
After struggling for a while, Yang Shen's eyes, which had regained their sanity, became chaotic again.
Under the action of a certain force, he instinctively walked on this path.
Not only Yang Shen, tens of billions of 'ghosts', a similar path appeared under their feet.
Occasionally, some of them broke free from this strange state.
Most of them died unjustly, or the way of death was too tragic.
After regaining their senses, as if something had awakened, the resentment from the depths of their hearts began to impact their minds.
The vast majority of them lost their minds almost instantly, and became real ghosts full of resentment and unwillingness, or weirdness.
Some of them even soaked themselves in the incomparably thick blood light because of the hatred in their hearts.
Only a very small part, after being awakened by resentment, was not completely swallowed by resentment, and still maintained all or part of their sanity.
But no matter what, they didn't intend to set foot on the path in front of them.
Instead, he turned around and walked towards the surrounding black mist.
In the black mist, there seemed to be some weirder existences, and they were specially designed to deal with these ghosts who refused to set foot on the road to the underworld.
Most of these ghosts that escaped from Huangquan Road and walked into the surrounding black mist, with bursts of chewing sound enough to make one's teeth chatter, became food for some existence.
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