Starting from here, walking forward, what is the place where you can't see your fingers, step on the dark land and breathe the dark air?

Qinghuan doesn't know.

She had been waiting for the little girl to appear, but since she decided to stay, the little girl had warned her not to violate the laws of nature. Since then, Qinghuan never heard her voice again. She thought that when she came back here, the little girl would appear, but Qinghuan had been waiting here for a long time, so long that she herself couldn't remember how long it had passed. From beginning to end, the little girl never appeared again. The thatched hut also disappeared overnight, except for the fire, table and soul-sucking banners that made soup, there was nothing in the middle of the bridge.

Qinghuan slowly walked to the bridge. The Forgetful River under the bridge was calm and there were no struggling and wailing ghosts she had seen before. She thought for a while, then returned to the stove, picked up a palm fan and sang the fire gently so that it would not be extinguished, but then she thought that the fire here would never be extinguished.

She waited for a long time, but no one came. If it weren't for the clear memory, she would have thought that the little girl had never appeared from beginning to end. Qinghuan sat at the table every day, quietly looking at the dark distance.

Until this day, the water of the Wangchuan River began to boil and roll like a boil. The cry of ghosts began to sound from the river surface. Qinghuan sat in the original place and saw a woman walking away. The resentment of the ghosts in the Wangchuan River condensed, and they surged into the stove in a thread, becoming a lasting fire. The hot soup in the pot also began to bubble, and the original color was turbid. In life, there are seven emotions and six desires, ups and downs, so the taste of this soup is not the same when everyone drinks it.

It's strange that every time the woman took a step, she dripped water on her body, and the water traces slowly extended along her footsteps. Her face was pale and swollen, obviously soaked in the water for a long time. However, even so, it could be seen how charming and beautiful she should have been during her lifetime. Not only that, there was a faint red color on her skirt, as if blood was flowing out. Qinghuan suddenly discovered that as the female ghost approached, the turbid soup in the pot gradually became clear. When the female ghost stopped, the soup was clear and emitting an attractive fragrance.

The ghosts in the Forgetful River howled even louder. They stretched out their festering hands, opened their rotten mouths, and stared at the people on the bridge with their eyesless eyes.

This is the sorrow of ghosts. If there is an obsession before it disappears, one is to stay in the sun world and become a ghost, and the other is to suffer the most painful memory torture before death day and night before liberation. Unless you let go of your obsession, you will never be reincarnated. There are many such ghosts. Not everyone has the good luck of the female ghost Qiqi. Very few people can cultivate great merits. Therefore, those who cannot become evil ghosts and do not want to be reincarnated must jump from the head of the Naihe Bridge, and they cannot even walk into the middle of the bridge. Obsession binds them, and only Wangchuan is their destination.

But even if you stay in this river for thousands of years, you will become crazy and only have instincts left. Many ghosts cannot forget their wishes and let go of their obsessions, so day after day, year after year. For people in the world, one day in the sky and one year under the ground. But for people in the underworld, especially the ghosts in the Forget River, one day in the world, one in the Forget River has been a hundred years. They are entangled and painful in such a long time.

Whenever a new ghost arrives, the ghosts who have lost their minds will still surface and cry, hoping that they are the ones they have been waiting for for a long time.

However, it is not.

Qinghuan sat at the table, looking at the female ghost looking at her with fear and anxiety. She murmured, "Where is this? Where is this?!" She looked panicked, as if she was lost.

...She was not the owner of the place, so she spoke rashly. Is it a bit over the master? What's more, she herself is a ghost with no support... But Qinghuan felt soft-hearted and saw the woman being at a loss, she said softly: "This is a place where people can only come after death. Don't you know that you are dead?"

The female ghost listened in a daze, and after a while, Fang Luo cried and said, "Yes... I, I'm dead... I'm dead..." She whimpered, covering her face with both hands and started crying.

For some reason, Qinghuan suddenly felt that maybe this was the second wish left to her by the little girl. What did she say at the beginning? She only said that if she could fulfill the wish of the first ghost she met after leaving the thatched hut, she could repair her body... but she did not promise that she could save the benefactor. Could it be that it was because she had not done enough?

But her wish was indeed fulfilled before this.

This time, without Qing Huan's question, the female ghost slowly told her story...

It turned out that her name was Hongluan. She was the daughter of a small family. She was born with a beautiful appearance since childhood. When she was fifteen years old, she was attracted by the Minister of Shangshu and took it into the mansion to be a concubine. Shangshu was young and promising, and she was also very good at treating her at first. But later, at the moment when she was most favored, Shangshu brought back a woman. The woman was given by a friend of Shangshu's court. Although her appearance was only pretty, she was very good at making things happen. Even Shangshu's wife was no match for her. In just a few months, she made Shangshu's heart fall on her and neglected Hongluan.

Even because of Hongluan's favor before, she carefully plotted against him, which made Lord Shangshu think that Hongluan was a jealous woman who only knew how to compete for favor and like a snake and a scorpion!

Hongluan is just a little girl, how can she be hostile to her? Even if she can argue, she is at a disadvantage and can't get up.

If things ended here, both parties would naturally be safe, but Hongluan became pregnant after being neglected by Lord Shangshu! Lord Shangshu is approaching and has never had a son. How could he not be happy when he learned that Hongluan is pregnant? He is naturally gentle and considerate and pampered with her. However, just when Hongluan was pregnant for three months, he accidentally gave birth!

Lord Shangshu was furious, but he couldn't find out what was going on, so he had to leave it alone. Hongluan lost her fetus in her belly and was much older and haggard. A year later, she became pregnant again!

This time, she was cautious and extremely cautious. The child was saved, but she ruined herself! I don’t know where the aunt got her skills, but she inexplicably made her take the charge of adultery! Lord Shangshu pampered the woman and could almost be said to be obedient to her. Naturally, she had no mercy on Hongluan, and even sank her alive without finding her adulterer!

With the flesh and blood in his belly, Hongluan died unjustly.

The resentment soared into the sky to stimulate the ghosts in the Forgetful River. Hongluan burst into tears: "The master is so cruel! I have followed him for several years, and have never had the scheming to harm his beloved wife and concubine! But he is so affectionate that he actually brought me..."

Qinghuan could see clearly that the resentment and hatred she kept saying was against the aunt. Although she had complaints about the master she mentioned, she was far from as strong as her love for him! "So, how are you doing?"

"I want to save my two children and let them grow up safely... I also want that woman to be punished!" The female ghost Hongluan gritted her teeth.

Qinghuan looked at her and asked, "Where is that master?"
Chapter completed!