Controlling mountains and rivers since the Warring States Period

Chapter 19 Ghost

As soon as He Bo entered the door, he noticed the old man.

After all, that's what he came for.

Originally,
A dying old man does not have enough energy and spirit to say goodbye to his family members one by one.

But He Bo helped him.

Maybe it's because of the near-death experience.

The old man's condition is very different from that of ordinary people.

In He Bo's eyes, he looked more blurred, but also clearer——

His body is blurry.

What is clear is the translucent "old man" superimposed on his body.

Perhaps, that is the human soul.

As his soul gradually separated from his body, the old man's life quickly fell into He Bo's eyes.

He Bo didn't need to ask any questions. He only needed to take a look at the soul to see the person's life clearly.

Just like flipping through a book.

But compared with the great figures who have left their names in history, the book written by the "Old Man" is mediocre to read. In the eyes of ghosts and gods, his boring experiences cannot even be written on a few bamboo slips.

But the old man didn’t think so.

He thought he had lived a fulfilling life.

In troubled times, being able to die of old age and be surrounded by children and grandchildren is a blessing that many people cannot enjoy.

He was just grieving.

I no longer have the strength to say goodbye to my family.

Then He Bo saw that the old man's soul and his body were lying on the simple bed, crying together.

The old man's body couldn't open his eyes.

But the soul looked at He Bo longingly.

"Can you see me?" He Bo pointed at himself.

The old man's spirit nodded.

Perhaps because it had not yet completely separated from the body, his soul was unable to speak or make any additional movements.

"Do you want to say something to your family?" He Bo asked him again.

The old man nodded eagerly, tears flowed down his translucent face again, and he moved his lips and said "thank you".

So He Bo tried to use magic.

He responded to the old man's request temporarily and was too lazy to name the magic.

Anyway, as long as the law is not ambiguous, he can do whatever he wants.

Subsequently,

An inexplicable force made the old man's soul and body completely overlap, and the little vitality left in his body was also stimulated.

therefore,

The old man did the last thing in his life.

"I am leaving now. I don't need any sacrifices. I will be happy if you keep them for yourselves."

The old man touched the faces of his descendants and their wives one by one, and finally murmured in the direction of He Bo, "A ghost is coming to take me away..."

"Don't worry about me anymore..."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and died.

The son and daughter-in-law finally stopped crying.

The grandchildren also started crying.

The old man stood up again and left the bed where he was lying.

His soul,

I have completely lost contact with my body.

He is completely dead.

The translucent ghost stood beside the corpse, so weak that it seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

He Bo looked at this real ghost and inexplicably felt that the other party would not exist for long standing there between heaven and earth.

"Anything else to say to the child?"

The old man looked down at his children, his expression moved, but in the end he said, "Don't bother the ghosts and gods, I am already a burden to them."

Supporting an elderly person,

In such an era,

In fact, it is quite strenuous.

Now he is dead,
His children and grandchildren can then save more for themselves.

This is a good thing.

"Then please follow me."

He Bo bowed to the old man and led him out of the wall.

As the old man was separated from his body, his soul became even more miserable.

There was a gust of wind before.

Now He Bo felt that he could blow the old man away with just one breath.

"Ouch!"

Just as they were about to leave, there was a sudden commotion behind them. It turned out that the little fox waiting outside finally got its reward after all the hard work. It found that the curtain that blocked it from getting the delicious bacon had been opened. Then it excitedly stretched out its four paws, climbed the earthen wall, reached the windowsill, and nibbled the bacon.

It wanted to run away with the meat in its mouth, but the rope hanging the bacon was very strong and it couldn't pull it.

So the little fox started to chew it on the spot, with his mouth wide open and eyes narrowed, looking extremely happy.

The people in the house were still crying and didn't notice that the luxurious offerings they had prepared for their old father had been eaten by the fox.

He Bo could only feel sorry for the little fox.

After all, there was a "touch" between them.

What's more, eating the offerings in front of the owner is very embarrassing.

"I'll drive it away right now."

The old man thought the fox had come with He Bo, so he smiled and said, "No, no, since this fox belongs to the noble god, it's okay to eat a few bites."

"After being eaten by a fox, my son probably won't take the meat as a tribute. It's better for him to keep it for himself."

The filial piety of one's own son,
The old man knew very well.
Even if he left a message before he died, his son would still do it since he had made up his mind.

So He Bo ignored the greedy fox, and walked hand in hand with the old man from Pingyang City all the way to the bank of Zhang River.

Because they are not physical, they move very fast.

But the old man's soul dissipated quickly.

His face was already somewhat blurred.

"I am the River Lord of Zhangshui."

He Bo pointed at the river and formally introduced himself.

The old man was somewhat puzzled as to whether he was a ghost or god who came to lead him into the underworld.

"Isn't it Tubo?"

"No." He Bo pointed out, "Not yet!"

"So it's not Tu Bo..."

The old man sighed, "But thank you, Habaek."

He was a little curious as to why He Bo came to see him.

It is obvious that He Bo and Tu Bo are two kinds of ghosts and gods, and I have never heard of them being able to visit each other and work part-time.

"I'm here to thank you for your contribution to Zhangshui." He Bo said seriously.

The old man was even more confused, "Ah? Me?"

"Yes!" He Bo continued seriously, "You have been fishing by the Zhang River for many years. Although you have only caught one or two fish in your life, you have fed hundreds of fish. As the Lord of the Zhang River, shouldn't I be grateful for this?"

The old man was ashamed.

He spent his whole life as a fisherman but got nothing, and in the end, he was laughed at by the ghosts and gods after he died.

It really is better to just dissipate.

So the old man asked, "Will there be a Tubo to pick me up?"

He Bo looked at him and said nothing.

The old man sighed, "I know."

He looked down at his shapeless hands, and then at his shapeless feet.

The translucent soul body has dissipated halfway.

"It turns out that after death, people don't necessarily go to another world."

Or maybe he didn't establish a good relationship with Tu Bo in advance, and He Bo, who contacted him unilaterally, did not have the power to extradite ghosts, so since no ghosts wanted him, he could only "die" again.

"But I am still very happy to see ghosts and gods."

“How many people in the world can be in a situation like mine?”

The old man watched the Zhang River flow by, then looked back in the direction of his home and said, "I have no regrets in this world."

"Thank you for spending this time with me."

He Bo looked at the old man's sudden expression of "I'm done, I've said my last words" and couldn't help scratching his face. "Since we are in Zhangshui, we should stay in my mansion for a while."

He didn't dare to say anything definite, and promised the old man that as long as he entered his territory, he would preserve his soul and allow the old man to stay in the world in another way.

After all,
He is still experimenting with his abilities.

This evening when I came to Pingyang,

He did see the presence of ghosts.

But unfortunately, there are only ghosts, and no so-called "Tu Bo" or other ghosts and gods.

Ghosts cannot exist in the world forever. After being away from the body for a period of time, they will dissipate.

Just like when a stick of incense burns out, the wisp of smoke will not exist for too long.

But the good news is,

His spells work on ghosts.

He Bo can make a half-disembodied ghost return to his body temporarily, and thereby stimulate the last bit of vitality, creating a "last flicker of life" effect.

In that case,

Then can ghosts enter the "palace" that He Bo built for himself?

After entering,

Can ghosts no longer be destroyed by the established laws of heaven and earth and be able to survive for a long time?

It's rare to meet a ghost as kind as the old man, who has no regrets in life and is very calm even after death. He Bo really wants to experiment with it more.

　Thanks to the book friend Qiongzhu for the reward and the book friend 20181110145240543 for the monthly ticket (*︶*)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)