Soul Clothes

This is an era where the living and the dead walk together. Some people wear imperial borders and command the troops; some people wear red snow clothes and carry twelve sword belts across the long night; some people carry eight-arm weapons furnaces and dismantle the entire battlefield into their own weapons. Only Shen Budu was rejected by Wanhun. Until the soul-invoking ceremony, an unknown soul who had been imprisoned for more than three hundred years stretched out his hand from behind the wishing monument. "They didn't choose you?" "What a coincidence, I don't choose either." "But do you dare to choose me?" That day, the thirty-six thousand soul clothes in Taiheng City turned white at the same time, and thirty-seven soul seekers disappeared from the formation. Only then did Shen Budu discover that in this world where everyone seemed to be free to invite souls, there were already people secretly screening souls, assessing their value, and even deciding for living people what clothes to wear and what path to take. Since someone cut the soul clothes into a cage—— He and a group of people who also refused to accept their fate picked up the nameless knife and reopened the sealed doors one after another. The soul can go with me, but not for me. Shen Budu only asked: "Did you really choose this soul suit yourself?"