Near the Soul Lock Abyss.

This place has always been a depressing appearance, with no one in the white desert. Occasionally there are a few thorny plants unique to the underworld, often pointing straight to the sky, as if to pierce the sky with a purple sun. Here, there is always purple sun and blue moon, faint, emitting a light without a trace of warmth.

In addition to the dead outside, the underworld has its own ghost people. They are gradually condensed from the ghost energy of the underworld and are called indigenous ghost people. These ghost people are all innate ghost bodies and are excellent materials for cultivation. Unfortunately, for so many years in the underworld, the output of indigenous ghost people is quite limited, and with the advent of the Dharma-Ending Age, the quality is far inferior to that of the time before.

But no matter what, every month is the most exciting day for all the indigenous ghosts.

Because a new indigenous ghost people will be born on the altar near the Soul Lock Abyss.

This depends on the content of ghost energy around it, sometimes more, sometimes less. However, since the advent of the Dharma-Ending Age, the ghost energy in the underworld has decreased a lot. This seems to have become a place for simple soul distribution, and the number of ghosts born has decreased greatly, sometimes not even a single person. Today, this situation of zero eggs has lasted for at least half a year.

But there are still thousands of ghost people who go to the altar to watch. These people are all indigenous ghost people and couples among indigenous ghost people. They usually adopt a newborn indigenous ghost people. As their children, the excellent cultivation talent of indigenous ghost people makes them extremely powerful. This is always much better than having oneself. Moreover, the probability of ghosts giving birth to children is much lower than the birth rate of indigenous ghost people.

Today is the day when the indigenous ghosts are about to be born, and a gust of cold wind gradually blew up from the altar. This gust of cold wind was a small whirlwind. A vague shadow appeared on the altar.

Black hair, black eyes.

All the indigenous ghosts screamed together. After many months, they no longer remember. Could it be that there will be a birth of an indigenous ghosts today?

This is a great joy.

The elder of the indigenous ghost people folded his hands and prayed in a low voice.

The shadow was blurry and could not be formed several times. While the black whirlwind kept rotating, his appearance gradually appeared. He was a boy in his twenties. He was not handsome without clothes. His face with his eyes closed always gave people a peaceful and stable atmosphere.

A shout came from the ghost people, and all the ghost people were full of joy.

The cold wind was still spinning, and the figure became more and more solid. After a while, he opened his eyes.

They were a pair of eyes that could suck a person's soul into it, so dark that it was bottomless.

He seemed very confused and reached out and snatched.

The Ghost Elder happily approached and said with an excited look: "Congratulations on the birth, child, please give yourself a name?"

The man stood there in a daze, looking at the purple sun in the sky for a long time, he rubbed his head, as if he had forgotten something, and as if everything should have been like this. There was no expression on his face and he said lightly: "Aoki."

"Uh..." The elder was stunned. He probably didn't expect that the other party would call such a name, which sounded nothing special, so he said, "This name is too ordinary, don't you change it?"

He looked over with dark eyes, staring at the elder, and his voice was chilling, and his voice did not change at all. It was like a small black hole, which could swallow the elder at any time. His tone was cold and he said, "What? Do you have any objections?"

"No...no." The elder quickly turned his face. He didn't understand why he didn't dare to look at each other with the younger generation. He was also a newborn child. He quickly covered up his embarrassment and asked at the crowd: "Who...want you... want to adopt him?"

All the ghosts were excited and shouting, and their voices were overwhelming, as if they were about to lift the sky.

"Okay, okay, come one by one." The old patriarch said quickly.

The crowd has become much quieter. The ghosts are different from others. People have a certain amount of space, but the ghosts are different. All the ghosts seem to want to adopt this child. As soon as they squeezed, several ghosts are crowded together, layer by layer, with noses and eyes everywhere, which looks dizzy.

The elder was obviously dizzy, and he said helplessly: "Can you come one by one?"

"We couple want it." The person who spoke was a strong man, his upper body was covered with chest hair, his height and physique were all based on Western race, and his wife was also a beautiful Western woman.

Aoki turned around and glanced at the man, frowned without a trace.

"You?" the elder said angrily: "Even if you don't have any, how many of you have adopted you still come?"

The strong man smiled and said, "Who thinks there are too many children? Besides, this child has only been there for a long time. I have worked hard with my wife for so long, and there is not one yet. What's wrong with adopting a few more?"

The strong man's words were quickly laughed at by the ghosts around him, but he smiled with a good temper and honest manner without any anger.

At this time, Aoki realized that he seemed to understand what these people were saying. This language seemed to be something he had never touched before, but he was very familiar with it. The word "ghost words" even appeared in his mind.

While he was still in chaos, he could only hear a cold voice from the crowd: "I'll adopt him."

The whole crowd was stunned, and all the ghosts stared at the person who stood up and spoke for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of discussion that overturned the sky.

"Everything is quiet, all is quiet!" The elder was overwhelmed, staring at the man talking, and said speechlessly: "Facially, don't you join me, okay?"

The person who spoke was the faceless man who was lying on a boat in the Styx. His job was to cross the ghosts from one end of the Styx to the other end. In the entire Ghost Festival, he was the only one who was not afraid of the Styx. After other ghosts fell in, they died directly.

"Why can't I adopt it? I'm also an indigenous ghost citizen, okay?" The faceless man said with a depressed look on his face.

"You?" said the elder speechlessly: "How long has it been before this ghost citizen came out? It's been half a year, and there is no hair on the altar for half a year. Now one of them has finally come. You asked him to go to the boat with you. Do you want to kill him? Do you think he is like you, not afraid of the Styx?"

The faceless man didn't say anything, just stared at Aoki. There was no expression on his face, but Aoki felt that he was staring at him.

"I'm willing to follow him." He said directly without knowing where the courage came from.
Chapter completed!