Chapter 149 (1/2)

Luo Jian continues to take the clown down the stairs. Even if she doesn't want to light the fire lamp, no ghosts will disturb them. This time, Luo Jian realizes a problem. He finds that the ghosts are not afraid of the ghost lamp, but Luo Jian himself.

Because I am? Luo Jian frowned and thought about this problem, but he quickly shook his head and denied his guess. It was not a terrible thing, not even worse than a hunter. In addition, Luo Jian's identity was very special, and even the secret room could not involve in and interfere with his behavior. It was impossible for the storyteller or the monster in the chamber to recognize his identity, Of course, there is no possibility of fear of him.

At this time, the clown beside said a sentence carelessly: ”Yuan children's shoes are really powerful.”

Luo Jian looked up at him and asked, ”which one makes you feel strong?”

”When you don't hide yourself, you smell like blood all over your body.” The clown sucked his nose and sniffed at Luo Jian intentionally or unintentionally. ”The smell of just coming out of the battlefield is always mixed with blood and strong killing intention.”

”It makes me sometimes think you shouldn't be a child at all. How old are you?” The clown asked him curiously.

Jane was silent for a moment and replied, ”you can guess, but I won't tell you.”

”Oh, how could it be so!” The clown was so curious that she reached out and touched Luo Jian's head again. Luojian clapped the clown's paw and pulled his sleeve down again.

Each staircase is almost of the same structure. Occasionally, there are several staircases. Inside the black door, something is pounding hard. It seems that the things inside smell the smell of living people. They can't wait to break through the shackles of the threshold and break the railing.

They started from the minus 20 floors and went down 30 stairs. Now, on the 56th floor, Luo Jian thought of the words that the ghosts had said before. So he put up his soul calling flag again, and let the red flag flutter with the weak wind. This time, Luo Jian attracted more souls.

's as like as two peas, but several different lines, but unlike some of the previous ghosts, there are several ghosts who are not as afraid as Luo Jian. They are all almost identical to their souls before their lives. They have pale faces and grim expressions. Some of them are bold enough to approach Luo Jian and ask him, ”what's the matter?” My Lord. ”

Luo Jian wanted to ask about the story teller, but the words changed again. He asked the ghost, ”why do you call me adult?”

The ghost hesitated for a moment and said, ”in this place of ghosts with endless steps, we are all so respectful to the powerful spirit Lord.”

”Soul Lord?” Luo Jian can't help frowning when she hears a new term coming up here.

”There are strong and weak souls, and I think you can see them.” The ghost answered Luo Jian's question and said respectfully, ”in this endless space of stairs, there are a total of 1012 ghosts, but there are only a few powerful ones. I don't know when this rule came into being and called the powerful soul the” soul master. ”

”But we don't know why we appear in this strange place. We can't get out of this strange place anyway. Sometimes a group of people will come in. Some of them will become our companions, and some will go to places we don't know.”

When Luo Jian heard this, she suddenly felt strange. He asked the ghost, ”do you think I am a ghost?”

The ghost stopped for a moment, raised his head and looked at Luo Jian carefully. He also looked at Luo Jian for a long time. It seemed to be certain and uncertain. He said, ”you look It should be a ghost, no doubt. You are no different from us, but you have a body, maybe Did you take it from you? ”

Luo Jian did not continue to listen to the ghost. He fell into his own meditation. He thought of some problems that could not be ignored by him. Just like the eagle once said to him in the Shura field, he said that after going out of the Shura field, Luo Jian would become a ghost without a home, and he would never return to his body, because he had no body 。

”I forget that Luo Jian is indeed dead.”

Luo Jane took a deep breath to calm herself. He continued to the ghost: ”I came here to ask you something. Did the last person who came to this endless ladder open a door? Is that man still here? ”

”The last one who came here...” The ghost heard Luo Jian's words, thought for a moment, and then he turned and looked at the ghosts behind him. Those ghosts had a tacit understanding to get out of the way and gave up a small, translucent soul that looked very ordinary and fragile. That should be the soul of the storyteller. No doubt, he looked weak and weak, and would disappear at any time.

As Luo Jian goes by, he changes the spirit flag in his hand and turns it into a dark fire lamp. Although the ghost light can absorb the Yin Qi of the surrounding ghosts, it can actually enhance the spirit of a ghost. Therefore, Luo Jian can also enhance some weak ghosts to a certain extent, and it does not need to disappear at any time.

”What's your name?” Jane asked the ghost of the lover of the play.The semi transparent body of the plot man looks very vague. He seems to be a young man born in the 1970s and 1980s, wearing an air style shirt, and his expression is a little confused.

Luo Jian knew that some weak ghosts would be weak to forget many things, and they became weaker, and gradually forgot their past, their origin, age, name, and even gender.

This soul seemed to be like this in front of Luo Jane. He was not as scared as other ghosts. He might forget what fear was.

”The ghost is particularly weak.” At this time, the powerful ghost who spoke to Luo Jane said: ”it should not be the same according to the principle. There are many souls and heavy Yin Qi here, but it is a nourishment for the soul, and there will be no more and more weak examples.”