She didn't know where she was.

It was pitch black around, and she could not even hear her own breathing.

Wait... Does she breathe?

She reached out to find her breath, and it was naturally cold and silent. Yes, she remembered that she was dead.

But...how did she die? And why did she die? Who is she? What is her name?

I can't remember it anymore, I can't remember it any more.

How could she come to this place? Nothing can be seen around her. There is a lot of black fog. Even as a ghost, she feels a biting cold. Her steps are uncontrollably moving forward. I don’t know how long it takes to faintly hear the sound of the river churning. She hesitated and walked a few more steps forward. Then she saw a bright light appearing around her. A wide river that cannot be seen on the other side is horizontal. The river is quiet, but it makes people feel turbulent. There is an exquisite and distant bridge on the river, with nothing at the bridgehead, except a big stone.

There was nothing on the stone, but she stood there as if she was possessed by a demon. Slowly, her life appeared on the stone. Qinghuan, the Tang girl, was 19 years old, died in the fifteenth year of Kaiyuan, Dasong. She was infatuated during her lifetime and had an unfamiliar encounter, and she committed suicide by hanging herself on the beam.

Qinghuan shivered her lips, she covered her heart, which was empty, but it hurt so much. The memory that had been forgotten quickly returned to her mind. She once loved a man deeply and devoted her life for him, but in the end she ended up heartbroken and self-destructive.

pain.

It hurts so much.

How can ghosts feel pain?

Just as she was about to shed tears, the black mist on her right hand slowly dissipated. Qinghuan then noticed that a man wearing a silent dragon robe was sitting next to the stone. The magnificent dragon robe that should have been embroidered with eight-clawed golden dragons has now become old and broken, as if a gentle breath will turn into dust and smoke. The reason why Qinghuan didn't notice him was because he didn't move, his eyes were empty and even his hair seemed to be frozen.

Qinghuan walked over and asked, "This... Your Majesty, do you know where this is?"

The man didn't say anything, as if he hadn't heard Qinghuan asking him. He seemed to have turned into one with the stone, the stone was him, he was the stone. He always sat there silently, with his hands on his knees, and around him, time and space, as well as dust and air, were still motionless.

Qinghuan stopped forcing her. She returned to the bridge and stepped on it hesitantly. She didn't know how long she had walked, but her heart was confused. As she walked, she suddenly realized that there seemed to be a small shop. The shop was in the style of thatched hut, very simple. On the wide bridge deck, there were several wooden tables, and a bowl of steaming soup was placed on the table. The soup was clear and seemed to be clear water, but it emitted an attractive fragrance. A little girl with a bun was sitting there, stretching her arms, and stirring the soup in the iron pot with the spoon in her hand.

Qinghuan couldn't bear it, so she went forward and said softly: "I'll help you."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, turned around and saw that it was her, she instantly showed a happy smile. Qinghuan couldn't help but be infected by this smile, took the spoon from the little girl's hand and stirred it gently. The little girl sat on the bench and kicked her legs, supported her chin with both hands and looked at her curiously. After a while, she asked, "Sister, can I invite you to a bowl of soup for helping me?"

"...No, I don't want to drink it." Qing Huan forced a smile, not wanting to scare the cute child in front of her. She is just a ghost, so what soup does the ghost need to drink?

"But if you don't drink it, you will never forget that person."

Upon hearing this, Qinghuan was shocked and looked at the little girl. The little girl blinked her big eyes, black and white, and waved her little hand: "Sister, look at what the word is there."

Qinghuan followed her fingers and saw three big words of flying dragons and phoenixes engraved on the bridge pier: Naihe Bridge. The black piers, the black bridges, and the black characters.

"Sister, you have two choices. One is to drink this bowl of soup and walk forward from me until you reach the end. Or..." The little girl put away her smile. "You jump down."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of ghosts and wolves cried and howled in the river. Countless ghosts rose and fell on the surface of the river. They were men and women, old and young. The only thing they had in common was that they were crying all the time. The harsh cry made Qinghuan shivering all over. She couldn't help but take a step back, and the ghosts were staring at her, their faces... Perhaps that could no longer be called a face. Only the madness and obsession in her eyes made Qinghuan recognize that they were once humans.

"You have already walked through the gate of hell. As long as you drink this bowl of soup, you can be reincarnated." The little girl laughed, got off the stool, walked to Qinghuan's side. The ghosts in the Wangchuan River were still screaming and crying there. The river water was so turbid that it could not see the color, and the Wangchuan River was wide and could not see the edge of the Wangchuan River. There were ghosts inside who were unwilling to leave like this.

"They are all ghosts who jumped from here, so they cannot be reincarnated or kept their minds unless the person they loved passes here and recognizes them - but they cannot make any sound." The little girl sighed. "I have been here for many years, and no ghost can leave here. After staying in the river for a long time, many ghosts have forgotten who they are waiting for. Even if their lover passes by, they cannot recognize them."

The little girl said angrily: "This love is so love, I'm so troublesome. Sister, why don't you drink this bowl of soup and move forward."

Qinghuan looked at the ghost crying in the river and was silent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the little girl looked at her with her chin. After a while, she asked, "Sister, do you know someone named He Lianfang?"

Hearing this name, Qinghuan turned around and looked at her: "...She is my benefactor."

"Ah... this is a troublesome." The little girl pouted. "She should have been here to take over me, but I have been waiting for her here for a long time and she didn't come. Logically, she should have died long ago!"

Qinghuan hurriedly said, "How could she die? When I died, she was young and just pregnant!"

The little girl said, "She should have died at the age of twelve because she is coming to take over me."

"No!" Qing Huan blurted out. "She has not died, she will not die. Why not... why don't you let me take over you? It just so happens that I don't want to reincarnate. I..."

When the little girl heard this, she laughed and said, "Sister, are you willing to stay? Your breath is very clean and you can stay here. If you replace Helianfang, she can survive, and she can go back to the age of twelve and live again!"

Qing Huan nodded quickly: "I do."
Chapter completed!