Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

"This humble monk does not know."

Chen Xingzhou moored the boat outside the Grey River.

A faceless child stands in the middle of the river, the water only reaching his ankles. Behind him are billions of shadows, each belonging to a different age, race, and even life form.

Those shadows could all be Him.

It could also simply be deleted remnants that the main archives haven't yet categorized.

"You don't know that, yet you still come to ferry people across?"

The child asked.

"This humble monk will only guide you through the next step."

"Where to go next?"

"have no idea."

"You know nothing."

"Yes."

The child stared at Him for a long time.

Above the Grey River, rows of classification signs are moving.

Those whose original identities have been confirmed will be returned to the recovery area.

Those with conflicting identities will be moved to the merge zone.

[No records available, forwarded to BaiMo.]

There is a gate under each card.

The creatures in the river can escape their long wait by choosing one option.

The cost is also clearly stated.

The recovery zone will compress them into the archives as the accurate old life.

The merge zone will fuse all those who share the same memory into one.

If you switch to white ink, you no longer need to answer who you are.

"They gave us three ways."

"That's what the child said."

"You won't even give me one."

Chen Xingzhou looked at the Grey River.

Which route do you want to take?

"I have no idea."

"Then I won't know for now."

"I've been waiting for a long time."

"how long?"

The child opened his mouth.

He remembers it for a hundred years.

I also remember that I was deleted just yesterday.

Behind him, an ancient shadow stood in the river until the stars went out.

"have no idea."

His voice trembled for the first time.

"I don't even know how long I waited."

Chen Xingzhou did not use the Buddha's light to comfort him.

He pushed the oars and brought the longboat an inch closer to the Grey River.

"Would you like to board the ship?"

"Once we go up there, will you call me a child?"

"Won't."

"Would you say I am the true form of billions of shadows?"

"Won't."

"Then how will I board the ship?"

"Using the question that is being asked."

The child looked down at his hands.

The hands have no lines.

The archives have not yet determined which body He should belong to.

He finally took a step forward.

The grey river immediately swelled up.

An unclassified object attempted to leave the waiting area.

[Initiate recent identity matching.]

A million shadows rushed towards the child from behind.

One of the women screamed "My child!" and embraced Him; a colossal beast made of crystals opened its chest and proclaimed Him as its lost core; further away, thousands of the dead reached out their hands, calling out completely different names to one another.

Every claim has a record.

The child was torn to pieces.

"Stop the ship!"

He cried out in terror.

Chen Xingzhou stopped immediately.

They did not forcibly pull Him up just because he was one step away.

"Should we pay it back?"

"I will be torn to pieces!"

"meeting."

"Aren't you going to save me?"

"You just told this humble monk to stop."

The child was dragged back into the river by countless shadows, curling up in pain.

Resentment rose in his eyes.

"Then I'll never be able to leave."

"possible."

Chen Xingzhou gripped the oar, though he couldn't help feeling a surge of emotion.

If the glass boat had moved just half an inch further, He was confident He could have snatched the child from the Gray River. But which child would He have snatched? Would those shadows, equally in pain and equally claiming belonging, also be judged wrong by His oar?

"This humble monk may ask them first."

Chen Xingzhou said.

He turned to the billions of shadows.

"Who is willing to temporarily refrain from claiming Him in their original identity and retain only their current demands?"

Without a shadow, he immediately agreed.

The woman hugged him even tighter.

"He is my child!"

"What if not?"

"I remember His birth!"

"Does He remember?"

The woman froze.

The faceless child in her arms shook its head.

"I don't know who you are."

The woman's face was contorted with pain.

She had waited far too long for a mere remnant that matched her child's records. To ask her to let go felt like asking her to admit for the second time that her child was dead.

"I don't want to let it go."

"Wanting to hug someone doesn't mean He agrees to be claimed."

The woman carrying the baby emerged from the stern of Chen Xingzhou's boat.

She understood better than anyone how cruel those words were.

"I also want to bring back someone who is very much like Him."

The woman looked at the death record in her arms.

"You've given up?"

"no."

The woman holding the baby shed tears that fell onto the paper.

"I just don't want longing to answer for Him."

The woman's hands loosened one by one.

She couldn't accept that the child wasn't hers.

He was allowed to get down from his embrace first.

The first shadow retreated.

Then came the second and third rounds.

Some shadows refuse to retreat.

Chen Xingzhou did not make them disappear, but instead allowed those willing to withdraw from the competition to stand on different sides of the ship. The pulling on the child gradually lessened until he could control his feet again.

"Shall we start now?"

Chen Xingzhou asked.

The child looked at the thousands of shadows that still refused to let go.

"Don't go yet."

"it is good."

"Are you still waiting?"

"Wait until I am about to leave, or you can change your answer."

Deeper into the Grey River, more and more people awaiting classification hear the conversation.

They did not all rush towards the glass boat.

Some people have voluntarily chosen the recovery zone.

Someone entered the merged area.

An elderly man, who was already tired of the pain, requested to switch to white ink.

Chen Xingzhou did not shout that it was a mistake.

He asked only before He entered the gate:

"Do you know that once you're inside, you might lose your sense of self?"

"Know."

"Going again?"

"go."

The old man has passed away.

The glass lamp did not illuminate His way back.

This choice was unacceptable to many people on board.

"We could have stopped Him!"

A ghost roared in anger.

"How long will you keep blocking them?"

Chen Xingzhou asked.

"Wait until He wants to live!"

"What if you never want to?"

The departed soul could not speak.

The ferry doesn't send everyone to the same living ending.

Chen Xingzhou's next step is never the only correct one.

The General Court clearly did not allow such a stay.

All three gates were expanded simultaneously.

The gray river began to accelerate, and all those not chosen were swept towards the nearest category by the current. The child slipped, and thousands of shadows rushed towards him again.

"Go now!"

He shouted.

Chen Xingzhou plunged his oar into the Grey River.

The high-ranking pillar god's crystal boat was pitifully small compared to the billions of beings awaiting classification. Countless cracks appeared on the hull in the very first breath, and the oars were stretched into distorted bands of light spanning countless worlds by different histories.

He did not say that everyone should get on the ship.

"Those who are willing to only take the next step."

Chen Xingzhou's voice echoed throughout the Grey River.

"Each of us boarded our own boat."

"This humble monk cannot guarantee a recovery."

"No guarantee of getting home."

"I can't guarantee that you are the person you remember."

The first child stepped onto the bow of the boat.

Then, countless individuals awaiting classification emerged from the water.

The glass boat couldn't hold it all.

Meanwhile, windows for other observation posts were opened one by one.

A storm-driven civilization wove thunder into ships.

The door gods removed three of their body doors and placed them across the gray river.

An old man in the prison used discarded iron sheets to build a leaky ark.

They did not obey Chen Xingzhou's orders.

Each person explained what they could do and what they couldn't guarantee, and then asked Grey River their questions.

Countless temporary ferry crossings that do not lead to the old life light up simultaneously in the waiting area of ​​the main archives.

The three sorting gates were blocked by the countercurrent for the first time.

The giant ape stood under the bookshelf.

He braced himself on the first floor with both hands, and his knees slammed into the floor of the main courtyard.

"Should I go carry it too?"

It roared at all the creatures that filled the river.

"Who agrees first!"