[Death] Empty Cicada

It is hot summer now, the cicadas on the trees are endless, and the summer sun shines through the branches and leaves mottled on the ground.

On the dilapidated and muddy streets, there are occasional children returning from fetching water and women carrying young children on their backs.

Vegetable sellers and porters shouted loudly in the gaps between the streets and alleys.

After passing the slightly crowded residential area, there are sparse fields and simple wooden houses. After walking for a few miles, there is a small river running through the town. Jing Qi carefully bypassed it with a bucket of water from the river. Wadi headed home.

He knocked on the door, and a kind-faced woman opened the door, looking at Jing Qi who came back with a smile.

"Xiaojing, are you back?"

"Where's grandma?"

"Ah, she's gone to sleep."

"It's only afternoon, isn't grandma feeling well?"

The woman looked worried, "Your grandma is getting old."

"I boiled water for you. After walking such a long distance, you must be thirsty." The woman dragged Jing Qi into the house. Although the outside looked a bit dilapidated, the inside was cleaned very clean.

"It's okay, it's not too long." Jing Qi put down the bucket, wiped the sweat off his body, and took a gulp of water from the table.

"You are still young, eat more and grow your body well." The aunt said and brought a lot of lunch food.

"Aunt... I'm not young anymore."

Jing Qi helplessly recalled that he was already 24 in his last life, and for some reason he became smaller after coming here, looking only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Jing Qi looked at the notch on the cherry tree. This is the third year he has been here. He has gradually adapted to such a slow rhythm. He picked up the wooden sign on the table and stroked the words on it carefully.

When he first came here, he didn't know what was engraved on the wooden sign, but he thought it was a bit like Japanese. As a result, he studied for 20 years. Although he didn't study hard, he was still illiterate in the end.

This is the sorting ticket issued by the god of death to the soul. If you want to live in a district, this wooden sign is a must.

Of course, most of the gods of death can't control the place where Jing Qi is. Since the [-]th district, there have been very few gods of death. His aunt has never seen the so-called god of death since she came here.

"You said this is a wandering soul...?"

"Street of Souls"

Jing Qi looked at the middle-aged woman, and could tell that the woman must have been pretty when she was young.

The woman saw the sign on Jin Yi's body, she picked it up and pointed to it, saying "Clean face in Area 64"

Jing Qi repeated one side, although he didn't recognize and couldn't speak, but he was able to understand their speech unexpectedly, and the learning process became very smooth.

Jing Qi was stunned.Ruohun Street?This is where?Why is all this not real like a dream?

An old woman bent over and brought a bowl of water, "Are you going to feel hungry, child?"

"Uh, there is a little bit. Thank you." Jing Qi gestured.

"Congratulations then. Feeling hungry means that you have spiritual power, although I don't know how much spiritual power you have... People with outstanding spiritual power can enter the noble's territory, Jinglingting."

"Look, that circular building."

Jing Qi looked towards the west, and the huge white building stood quietly, and a faint golden light film could be seen under the sunlight.

This was the first time Jing Qi saw the Jingling Court, and as a modern person, he was also very surprised.

It can be felt that the building group is very far away from here. The tall wall cuts off Rukon Street and Seireitei, and also isolates the nobles and commoners, the noble and the poor, and everyone who comes from Rukon Street has to feel small. .

"We... are all wandering souls from nowhere. Only by entering there can we survive for a long time."

The woman looked at the young man with gentle eyes, and from such a close distance, she could see that the corners of the woman's eyes were wrinkled.

"You guys, why are you so nice to me?"

"The people here don't know each other. My grandma and I are also like this. The so-called family members... are all found by themselves."

... "Son, be my nephew, will you?"

Jing Qi came here suddenly, but he couldn't react, he paused for a while.

"Am I dreaming……"

Of course Jing Qi was not dreaming, when he woke up the next day, he found that he was still lying on the tatami mat intact, with the quilt neatly covering his body.

He looked outside the door, and there were still trees that were full of vitality in summer.

He carefully asked the woman about the situation here, and she said that their souls living in Liuhun Street are called whole. A tidying order is issued to each person, and the name of the district where they live is written on the tidying order as a proof of their residence here.

No matter what, Jing Qi never thought that he was already dead. He drank a lot of wine before coming here, and then he seemed to be hit by something. After waking up, he came here inexplicably. The process of burial.

I didn't understand anything after working on it for a long time, so I simply stopped thinking about it. With such a heavy workload, there will always be some mistakes.

Jing Qi comforted herself like this.

According to my aunt, the security here is not very good. From the first to the eighth districts, the security and living conditions are arranged in order. Originally, the distribution of the living areas was strictly in accordance with what they did before they were alive, but the system is the system, and the reality is not so return. Therefore, more allocations still depend on luck. In Area 64, life is a bit sad, such as lack of food, sparsely populated, and there will be gangsters wandering around to trouble these civilians.

"Jing Qi? Come, try this." Auntie opened the door of his room.

"No... Auntie, I've already..."

"Jing Qi?" My aunt came in with desserts. Besides cleaning the yard and doing some woodwork, my aunt usually makes desserts as a hobby. She probably thinks that Jing Qi is still young, so she will definitely like these things...

"……All right."

Auntie sat opposite, stroking her somewhat messy hair, her palms were not smooth due to years of hard work, she watched Jing Qi eat the dessert with a smile on her face.

Jing Qi swallowed her snacks hard, suddenly she became curious, just like every child would ask, "Auntie, why are you fucking Xi?"

"This, this is the name your grandma gave me." The aunt touched Jing Qi's hair unconsciously, although Jing Qi was actually a little unhappy.

"When I was a teenager, I came here. It was your grandma who took me in. In the blink of an eye, 20 years have passed..."

Jing Qi's movements paused.

"Xiao Jing, you have to grow up well. Maybe you will have the opportunity to learn the chopping technique in the future. By then, your grandma will be very happy."

"Auntie, I will not leave you."

"Oh, what a brat, you're not ashamed at all to say such things." My aunt was a little surprised, but laughed again.

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