Afterlife Blows Up Gensokyo

Heka had a look of contempt on his face.

"And you are the devil who planned to make them work 24 hours a day!?"

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, I have already seen through your essence."

Holding hands, someone sneered.

"In a word, are Meng Po Tang and Wangchuan Zhishui sold? I want to buy a lot!!"

Heka: "???"

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Chapter 9 The Legendary Ghost King Jump

What is it like to experience after death?

He didn't know it before, but now he does.

The heavy body became light, and the soul left the body, drifting about in a mighty way, losing all self-awareness and moving forward in a daze.

It wasn't until he arrived here that the so-called self-awareness was completely returned, and he didn't understand.

Who is he.

Looking at the huge river shrouded in thick fog in front of him, after a long time, he lowered his head and looked at his illusory hands before he recovered from the fact that he was dead.

Up to now, he still remembers the scene when he stood in front of that monster with his sword and the people behind him fled in a hurry, and he also remembers the scene when his body was torn apart by the monster and the ground was covered with fresh snow.

...is this what death feels like?

Subconsciously touching his still intact neck, a moment of confusion flashed across his eyes.

Some people are afraid of death, and some people are not afraid of death. The former are called ordinary humans, and the latter are called outlaws or whatever.

To be honest, he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that there will be nothing after his death. Occasionally, as long as he thinks of the scene where nothing exists after his death, he will tremble with fear.

...But why did I choose to stand up at that time?

If he really has nothing after death, then he really has nothing.

Is it to protect her?

A girl's figure flashed vaguely in his mind, but it disappeared in an instant, and then a sharp pain came from the depths of his mind.

who is she?

...can't remember.

In the afterlife, will even memories gradually become blurred?

But since he is already dead, then where... is this place?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but looked to the side, and a dozen ghosts with the same illusory body as him were standing beside him.

This place seems to be vaguely like a ferry. Under the guidance of the dark, they crossed the long boundary and arrived here.

So are we waiting for the... ferry?

Almost at the same time as this strange idea was passing through his mind, a vague black figure appeared in front of the fog-shrouded river.

——It was an extremely primitive and simple wooden boat.

On the bow of the boat, stood a young man in white clothes with black hair and black eyes. A huge scythe that did not match the figure of the opponent was thrown across the top of the boat like trash.

"Welcome to the underworld. I'm here to pick up your god of death. Do you want to board the boat? Shake your head if you want to, and nod if you don't want to."

When the wooden boat got closer, the figure standing on the bow of the boat smiled at them in a friendly manner.

God of death...the underworld...

Almost subconsciously, he wanted to nod, but after a moment of silence, he silently shook his head.

They must have to get on the boat, after all, they can't go back the same way, but why do they always feel that this guy who claims to be the god of death... seems a bit unreliable?

Restricted by the rules, at least here, ghosts cannot speak, so they can only answer each other's questions with actions.

"Very good, then if you want to get on the boat, just pay the money, and those who pay can get on the boat."

Jumping off the boat, the god of death had a kind smile on his face.

"Everyone remember to line up, take your time one by one, don't jump in line."

...money?

Accompanied by the words of the god of death, he lowered his head and looked at his palm. Under the effect of some kind of regular force, a dozen strange papers slowly emerged on his palm.

"Well... 20 yuan, the time to cross the river is about three days. 100 yuan, the time to gamble on the river is ten hours... What the hell, negative one thousand?"

The voice of the god of death came from the front, and he raised his head suspiciously.

The first two people who have handed over all their money have already stepped onto the boat in a proper manner, while No.3 is a big fat man with a flimsy figure. At this moment, he also looked at his hands in disbelief, as if in I wonder why the amount of money in my hand is negative.

"Talent, talent, after you go to hell, remember to say hello to Watermelon, it's rare for her to invite me to have a drink together, and I will gladly go to the appointment after get off work... let's go!!"

After patting the fat man on the shoulder very enthusiastically, just as the big fat man showed a flattering smile on his face, the god of death kicked the big fat man into the river directly.

Almost in an instant, the turbulent river completely submerged the fat man's figure.

Seeing the scene in front of them, everyone suddenly fell silent... Although they were supposed to be unable to speak, they seemed to be much more disciplined.

The ticket checking continued, and after the Death God kicked three people into the river one after another, the other party finally walked in front of him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he calmly showed the money in his hand.

"Five thousand... 5 minutes to cross the river."

After the God of Death in front of him gave him a slightly surprised look, he readily took all the money in his hand.

"Come on board."

There was no hesitation, or hesitation itself did not exist for him, and he was the last one to step on the small wooden boat.

This wooden boat was not big at all, and after five or six people stood on it, it already seemed a little narrow.

But after that Reaper also boarded the boat, the people who boarded him first turned into a pile of light balls stacked in the center of the boat for unknown reasons, and the space on the originally narrow wooden boat instantly It becomes spacious.

I haven't turned into a ball of light yet...is it because I give the most money?

He lowered his head and looked at his illusory body that still maintained a human form, and he guessed in his heart.

It's just that he didn't wait for too long to guess, and two wooden pulps dug out from nowhere were thrown in front of him.

"Row the boat, come on, I am optimistic about you?"

After leaving such a sentence, the original god of death lay down comfortably on the wooden boat.

"........."

...So who is the god of death between us?

With a slightly twitching face, he glanced at the god of death lying there, and he picked up the oar helplessly.

At first, he thought it was a laborious task, but when he really started rowing, he found that it was unnecessary at all, because even with a slight stroke, the boat would still move forward.

The speed of the wooden boat was actually not fast. Originally, he thought it would take him at least a few hours to cross the river, but after only a few minutes, he had already seen the scene on the other side.

——It is a beautiful scenery composed of bright flowers all over the mountains and plains.

"Okay, all get off the boat, and then someone will take you where you should go."

A certain god of death woke up at a pinch, yawned, and waved them all off the boat like chasing flies.

"........."

...So this is really the Grim Reaper?

He silently glanced at the people beside him who got off the boat with him.

It's just that unlike myself who still doesn't seem to have changed much, most of the people who got off were in a daze, as if they had experienced too much pain and suffering during the short few minutes of the boat ride.

Are we experiencing different ferry times?I only have 5 minutes, but these few people have experienced it for hours or even days... The time of crossing the river is also particular, so it leads to the difference in personal experience?

He guessed in his heart.

Cross the three roads, step on Naihe, visit life and death, and ask about reincarnation.

The world of the dead is full of order.

In the underworld, he saw a lot.

It's just that when he took the bowl of cloudy soup that Granny Meng handed him, such a thought flashed through his mind in a trance.

...Death is always inevitable, and the lifespan of human beings is too small and short... In this way, it is no different from nothing existing after death...

...Is the self who has lost all memories of reincarnation and reincarnation really still the original self?

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"of course not."

Facing the question raised by a loli ghost king in front of him, after thinking about it, Shi Bai simply shook his head.

"Although death represents rebirth, after reincarnation, even if there are more or less similarities in general, that person will definitely not be the original person anymore."

"Then preserve the memory and keep reincarnating. Wouldn't it be possible to achieve a certain degree of immortality?"

After pouring herself a full bowl of wine, Ibuki Suika asked another question with some dissatisfaction.

"As long as this is the case, then it should be..."

"Then let me ask you a question too, what do you think represents the essence of a person's existence?"

Supporting his head with one hand and looking at the bustling city outside, Shibai smiled on his face.

"Memory, character, or soul?"

"Memory can be changed, personality will change, but the soul should not change, right?"

"Does the soul not change? Maybe...why, why are you suddenly interested in asking such a question?"

Then he looked at Ibuki Suika aside, with a curious expression on Shibai's face.

"The lifespan of your ghost clan is extremely long, so you shouldn't need to worry about such things, right?"