Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The final notes of the prayer, like the last ray of moonlight, gently dissipated into the air.

Eve slowly opened her eyes.

The sight before him caused Lin Gui's pupils to shrink slightly.

The cramped, dilapidated houses were now crammed full.

The windows were covered with pale blue, translucent faces.

Layers of halos floated on the ground.

Strands of ghostly spirits hung down from the hole in the roof.

Even the air was filled with countless tiny, glowing specks, like a swarm of ghostly blue fireflies.

The entire space was completely filled with the silent "presence".

"So many...ghosts?"

Lin Gui muttered to himself, feeling a chill run down his spine.

At the very front, several spirits dressed in worn priest robes and nun's habit remained kneeling in a respectful posture.

The leader was a ghostly priest with an aged face.

He raised his translucent hand and drew a standard and solemn seal of light on his chest.

The movements were slow, but meticulous.

Then, he raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with immense awe, his voice hoarse and excited:

"Such pure power of light..."

"Your Excellency, who exactly are you...?"

Eve did not answer immediately.

She rose gently, her gaze calmly sweeping over the countless figures before her...

Glass beads.

Finally, based on judgment.

She looked at the bead closest to her.

He slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment, all the light in the room seemed to converge into the depths of her eyes.

That unique, profound, and mysterious quality.

Purple.

"Purple eyes..."

The old pastor trembled violently, his soul flickering like a candle in the wind.

All the clergy ghosts behind him simultaneously let out a faint, incredulous gasp.

"Holy...Holy Maiden?!"

"Is she the current Holy Maiden?!"

After the gasps of surprise came an even deeper silence.

Immediately, led by the old pastor, all the souls who had once been believers bowed their heads deeply in the most devout manner.

This is not about the physical body; it is absolute reverence on a spiritual level.

Eve accepted the bow quietly.

A few seconds later, she spoke, her voice clear and calm, carrying the unquestionable gentle authority of a saint:

"In the name of light."

"Rise, you lost sheep."

"I am not here on a pilgrimage."

"Instead, as a witness."

Her gaze gently fell on Lin Gui.

"To testify for this person."

"He is not a messenger from the underworld, but a messenger who travels for longing."

Among the surrounding ghosts, a young nun's spirit couldn't help but speak timidly:

"But...but his eyes..."

Her gaze, along with that of many other ghostly figures, fell upon Lin Gui's gray eyes that instilled instinctive fear in them.

Seeing this, Lin Gui took a step forward.

"These are not the eyes of the messenger of the underworld."

He explained calmly.

"It's just a magic spell modeled after their eyes."

"If you don't believe me, just look."

As he spoke, a thought flickered in his mind.

The gray glint in his eyes receded like the tide.

His original, pure black pupils were revealed once again.

The invisible pressure originating from the soul also vanished.

"!"

The surrounding spirits all trembled and let out a silent gasp.

They carefully "felt" it, confirming that the aura that had made them tremble had indeed disappeared.

Instead, there was only a high-level mage with ordinary magical fluctuations.

However, Lin Gui, who had deactivated the Netherworld Eye, couldn't help but twitch at the sight before him.

The whole room...

Countless glass beads floated in the air.

This scene was even more bizarre and strange than seeing a sky full of ghosts.

Lin Gui cleared his throat and broke the silence first.

"Um... I heard it from Troy."

"It seems you're planning to send a letter to relatives far away?"

"Or... confirm if they are alright?"

The words fell.

The glass beads floating all over the room suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards—

"R-Really?!"

"I...I want to write to my mom..."

"My brother... is he still alive...?"

"Please! Please pass on a message for me..."

Countless fragmented, excited voices, a mixture of hope and timidity, suddenly exploded out!

It was like pouring a ladle of cold water into boiling oil.

The glass beads, which were originally floating quietly, instantly lost their order!

They came from all directions.

Windowsill, roof, corner, air.

As if drawn by a magnet, they surged towards the forest ghost in a frenzy and dense swarm!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Gui was surrounded by a shimmering blue "Zhuhai".

Everywhere you look, up, down, left, and right, are slightly trembling glass beads.

The scene was so spectacular it was almost frightening.

Lin Gui even subconsciously took a half step back.

He didn't dare to activate the Netherworld Eye again.

I was terrified that if I opened my eyes, I would be suffocated by the layers upon layers of semi-transparent faces in front of me.

"Wait! Everyone calm down! One at a time!"

He tried to maintain order.

But how could the longing and yearning that the ghosts had suppressed for more than a decade be easily suppressed?

Instead of retreating, the glass beads moved even closer together.

Several of them were so excited that they almost shoved their fists into Lin Gui's face.

One of the smallest beads was almost squeezed into his slightly open mouth.

"Pfft."

A soft, suppressed laugh came from beside me.

Eve pursed her lips, her eyes full of smiles.

Immediately, her expression softened slightly, and her voice became gentle and clear:

"Please calm down."

"Do not disturb the messenger."

Although the voice was soft, it seemed to carry a peculiar power of comfort.

The bustling city of Zhuhai paused slightly.

Then, the glass beads reluctantly and slowly retreated a little distance.

But they still float in mid-air.

Hundreds of gazes were fixed intently on Lin Gui.

Even without activating his Netherworld Eyes, Lin Gui could still feel that invisible, scorching gaze.

His gaze made the back of his neck go numb.

"Cough cough..."

He composed himself and raised his voice:

"Um... everyone."

"Please give me all the letters you want to send."

"As long as the destination isn't ridiculously far away..."

"I will do my best to deliver it to you."

The voice just fell.

The room was full of "people".

No, all the ghosts in the room fell silent.

Lin Gui's heart skipped a beat.

Did I say something wrong?

At that moment, a faint voice from Troy came from the pile of beads:

"Um... handsome young man..."

"Actually... we can't write letters."

Lin Gui was taken aback: "Can't write? Why can't you write?"

Troy's voice sounded a little embarrassed:

"Because...we are ghosts."

"Things that don't affect reality."

"The hand will pass directly through the paper and pen..."

Lin Gui was even more puzzled:

"Who wrote those words on the envelope: 'Blackwater City, West Third District, Seventh Household in Qing Shi Lane'?"

Troy's voice became even softer:

"Um... I learned a little bit of breathing techniques from Uncle Clooney when I was alive, so I was... a very, very weak practitioner."

"Even after becoming like this, I can still barely exert some strength and have a slight impact on reality."

She paused, her tone tinged with resentment:

"Ever since I saw your post office sign..."

"I'm trying to 'write' the address."

"Those few words on the envelope... took me a whole week to write down."

"But what about the 'residents' left behind from that great catastrophe..."

"The vast majority are not practitioners."

"They can't even move a single petal..."

"Not to mention... picking up a pen to write a letter."

Lin Gui's mouth dropped open.

An extremely ominous premonition crept up my spine.

"So... what you mean is..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

All the glass beads in the room tilted slightly forward in unison.

Countless tiny sounds merged into a cautious, almost pleading wave of voice:

"Could you... please..."

"Could you... write it for us?"

Lin Gui took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

He looked around the room.

They were densely packed, but upon closer inspection, there were only about a hundred beads.

Although there are many, they are still within acceptable limits.

"Alright..."

He rubbed his temples helplessly.

"But don't include too much content, I can't stay here for more than a few days..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Outside the window, a slightly hoarse, apologetic middle-aged male voice abruptly cut in:

"that……"

"And ours too..."

"Could you...could you also write this for us?"

Lin Gui was taken aback.

The ominous premonition in my heart exploded instantly.

He suddenly stood up, took a few steps to the door, and pulled open the half-collapsed wooden door.

Then, he froze on the spot.

The sight outside the door left him completely dumbfounded.

On the streets in ruins.

On the dilapidated roof.

On the dead treetops.

Every corner within sight...

Floating, piling up, layer upon layer, densely packed, boundless.

Glass beads.

The faint blue light merged into one, like a galaxy pouring down, engulfing the entire block.

Thousands upon thousands.

No, possibly... tens of thousands, or even more.

Each bead seems to reflect a pair of longing eyes.

At this moment, countless "eyes" are all focused on him.