Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (thirteen)

As soon as the sound appeared, the young man was slightly surprised. The dark sky was clear in an instant, the thunder gradually became smaller, and the lightning disappeared. Even the black air around him seemed much dimmed by the sunlight.

But the other party did not feel any oppressive at all, but was very gentle. He was looking at him calmly, with his face and expressions extremely familiar. Who would it be if it weren't the great god Meng Po?

The young man is still a ghost. He has the fear of Qinghuan that exists from his soul. But even though his face is pale, he stares at Qinghuan tightly, refusing to give in at all. "You are back."

"Are you scared?"

He knew that if the other party wanted to suppress him, he might have lost his soul, but he was still unwilling to accept it. "I——"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "Are you still not satisfied?"

What?

Just as the young man was stunned, Qinghuan stopped and stood a few steps away from him and looked up at the sky: "Your wish is over, what else is worthy of your attachment in this world?" Being a good person or a bad person depends entirely on your own choice, but if you even forget your own heart, it will never be better.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"What's wrong with this?" Qinghuan was still looking at the sky, where it was clear, blue and endless, and the sun was pouring warmly, making her feel gentle happiness. The same is true for people in this world. No matter how many disasters experienced, the strength in human nature would make them stand up again to build their homes. She has always distinguished herself from "people". While loving life, she is decisive and decisive, but most of the ghosts at the bottom of the Wangchuan River are troubled by obsessions. Look, the road is not far away. As long as you let go of your obsessions, you can leave Wangchuan.

But no ghost can truly let go. They are entangled by obsessions and are trapped in the mud, so the Forget River becomes hell. The gate of hell has been opened, but no one can get out. They try their best to leave, but no one is willing to let go of their obsessions.

"You are the fifth ghost I chose." Qinghuan stretched out his hand, bent his index finger slightly upward, and a snow-white butterfly flew from somewhere to stay on her knuckles. "Otherwise, do you really think Yin**'s behavior can be hidden from me?"

The young man stared at her: "Then why did you want her to return to the world?"

"Because of you." Qinghuan looked at him like a confused child, "Yin**'s opportunity comes from you, otherwise her soul will be at the bottom of the Forgetful River, when will it turn into mud and when will it be liberated, because she will never let it go."

The young man still didn't understand because his mind was still blank.

Qinghuan smiled, but did not return his memory to him. It would be better not to remember some things. "In every world, you can appear by her as a pipa. You don't really think that this is the reward for completing the task, right?"

As she said that, she let go of her finger and let the butterfly fly away, "Naihe Bridge has no concept of time and space from now on. Naihe Bridge and I will last forever, so any kind of time can happen here."

But she did not explain too much, but asked the young man: "What are you going to do next, ask your own heart."

Does he really want to destroy this world? The young man didn't know. He looked at Qinghuan blankly, and for a moment he didn't know what the meaning of his existence was. In the end, only the dry bone wrapped in the beautiful clothes in his arms seemed so heavy that he nostalgic. "...Can she come back?"

"You know the answer." Qing Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, "What should have disappeared has disappeared. No one has privileges, and no one can be exceptional."

The young man slowly picked up the dead bones, and his black eyes spread throughout his eye sockets. He seemed to want to cry, but he didn't cry. The black air on his body faded away little by little, as if he had remembered something, and seemed to have given up something.

He came out of Wangchuan and committed a lot of murders and expected his own fate. However, if Yin ** did not exist in this world, he felt that it was actually meaningless to live.

So in front of Qinghuan, he made a whimpering sound, then turned into black air and dispersed. Finally, the only one that fell to the ground was yellowed human bones.

Qinghuan sighed and wrapped the two bones in the imperial concubine's robe. He gently brushed them over. Wherever his fingertips went, the human bones formed into one and turned into a white bone pipa. The imperial concubine's court robe turned into golden patterns on the pipa, bit by bit, penetrated into the bone body.

Yin**’s pipa was thrown by herself. This was her determination to let go of her past. But this pipa is so beautiful and charming, wouldn’t it be a pity that it was broken? So Qinghuan used the bones of the young man to repair it, and then the two ghosts will always be entangled with flesh and blood and will never be separated.

The young man crossed time for Yin** and turned into a ghost body to come to her.

Yin** let go of the past for the young man, turned all love and hatred into sighs and sorrows, allowing him to be free.

Even if the soul is annihilated and life disappears, even if the word is never said, it is buried deep in the soul, and the clearest and cleanest thing still exists.

This is why people are human beings and are favored by God.

Qinghuan picked up the pipa and looked at the world that was no longer devastated. When the emperor died without a descendant, the ministers would naturally choose the right prince's son to inherit the throne. Yin **'s son, that poor little guy, should not be killed, and would also possess the child who inherited the throne in the future. It should belong to him, and after going around, it would still belong to him.

Mo Ze on the Naihe Bridge rushed over and hugged Qinghuan at the first sight, rubbing her thighs hard. Qinghuan looked down at him and felt that he seemed to have gained a lot of weight. He used to be round, but now he is fatter. His whole body looks like a ball of flesh. I feel... I don't miss her very much.

"Master, Master! You are back! I miss you so much!"

Not only Mo Ze, Ji Guang and Xiao Hei were also circling around Qing Huan's side and tripping her legs. Qing Huan sighed and sat down, catching all the hands in his arms. Fortunately, she was not a mortal, and fortunately, each of them was small, otherwise her legs would have to be broken. Then she asked from the soul: "Long time no see, but why are you all fat?"

One by one, it’s heavy to weigh, and life is good.

Mo Ze coughed twice and said with a plea: "I miss my master so much..." When he thought about it, he couldn't help but eat something to relieve his longing... And not only did he eat it alone, Ji Guang Xiaohei also ate a lot!

If you want to be fat, everyone will gain weight together!

Ji Guang licked Qinghuan's hand. Although he was a little fat, his movements were still flexible. He quickly climbed to Qinghuan's shoulder, licked her fingers, and screamed softly. Qinghuan rubbed its furry little head, scratched Xiaohei's chin, and asked Mo Ze: "Is the task I assigned you good to do?"

The voice was gentle and gentle, which was her usual tone, but Mo Ze did not dare to act coquettishly again in an instant, and he became serious and pointed his little head: "I did my best!"

He did his best. He tried his best to save him. He tried his best to save him. He tried his best to do his best to do his best when he could not. Qinghuan listened and pinched his soft and tender face: "Very good."

She has never been stingy with the words of praise, especially Mo Ze did it well.

After receiving the praise, Mo Ze smiled and asked curiously: "Master, where have you been?" In fact, at first he didn't know that the master came back until the Naihe Bridge changed... Although the time of the Naihe Bridge was slow, it was still limited by time. However, now, there is no more time on the Naihe Bridge.

It is not that time stops, but that there is no "time", so everything is impossible.

Qinghuan chuckled, "I forgot to say it, I will introduce you to a new friend."

As she said that, she slowly spread her palms, and a faint black light perched there. If she looked closely, she would find that the black light was slowly trembling, as if it was alive.

"This is..."

She poked the little black ball, and the little black ball made a tender whimper, which looked particularly cute. "This is a remnant soul. You need to slowly raise it. When it grows up, you will know what it looks like."

"Is the master leaving this time for it?" Mo Ze pouted, feeling that he suddenly was not favored.

"This is natural." Qinghuan raised her eyebrows, "Don't look at it so small, its obsession is as deep as thousands of evil spirits." That's why she went this trip in person just to bring it back.

Mo Ze wriggled his head, and Ji Guang and Xiao Hei also made the same tilted expression. It was so cute. Qinghuan couldn't help but look at the calm soul-summoning banner, "Then let it be, there is still time left. There is no hurry to get to the next ghost. I'll tell you a story."

Then he put the small black ball on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Since there is no time, it doesn’t matter whether it is early or late.

"Wait a moment!"

Mo Ze's sudden voice attracted four dissatisfied gazes from Ji Guang Xiaohei, but he didn't care. Instead, he grabbed Qinghuan's finger and asked: "I don't understand why the last ghost gave up destroying that world?"

Qinghuan smiled: "Of course, it's because his wish has been fulfilled and his obsession has been eliminated."

There was nothing to be missed with, so I returned with my beloved.

The most sad thing in the world is just a meeting and ignorance. The Forget River has been with each other for thousands of years. One cannot remember it, and the other has not experienced it yet. Only when Yin ** leaves the Forget River and returns to that world, and crosses the distance between time and space, can there be a first encounter and the future that cannot be forgotten.

But in the end, the people who have experienced it choose to disappear. Waiting for thousands of years in the Forget River, the person you want is by your side, but the unknown person forgets what love is, and only remembers to find a female liar.

"At that time, he had a personal name."

Called.

Lan Shenxue.
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