There are no flowers or leaves in the underworld. The ground is covered with yellow sand and black wind blows. It is dark and has little light, and the land is desolate.
There are several clusters of gorgeous flowers blooming proudly on the deserted roadside, playing with curled dark red petals and spitting out a few bright red stamens that quiver in the wind.
"Sister Li Ying, what kind of flower is this?" Wei Jie looked at the overly gorgeous flowers curiously and said to the young woman in black who was holding his hand and wearing a ghostly face.
Li Ying looked along Wei Jie's fingertips, the corners of her mouth under the ghost face were slightly raised, and her clear voice said: "This flower is called Bian'an, also known as Manzhu Shahua. It was born on the banks of the Wangchuan River. It blooms for a thousand years.
After falling for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves cherish each other and will never see each other again." At the end of the sentence, I couldn't help but show a trace of awe.
The dark red Hibiscus flowers stand beside the path, making them even more beautiful without the leaves.
Wei Jie nodded ignorantly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Li Ying led Wei Jie slowly to the Naihe Bridge, where she saw a kind-looking woman in her seventies dressed in commoners making soup at the bridge.
Li Ying stopped, raised her hand to touch the top of Wei Ji's hair, rubbed it, and said: "There is Naihe Bridge in front of you. After you drink Po Meng's soup and cross the bridge, you can go and be reincarnated. Just go."
Wei Jie subconsciously tightened Li Ying's cold fingers nervously and said cautiously: "Sister, won't you go with me? I...I'm afraid..."
Li Ying looked at Wei Ji helplessly, crouched down and looked at Wei Ji's level, her black and white eyes looked directly into Wei Ji's wide-open almond eyes: "I can't cross the Naihe Bridge, so I can only accompany you here. You go ahead, ahead
There won't be any danger."
What she said is true. On weekdays, ghost missions are not allowed to walk on the Naihe Bridge unless they have special missions.
Naihe Bridge leads to the Gate of Rebirth and is the only place for ghosts to reincarnate.
As a ghost, she had already given up the chance of reincarnation.
Wei Jie lowered his eyes in disappointment, curled his lips, and said reluctantly: "Okay then." After that, he turned around and walked towards Naihe Bridge.
Li Ying stood up and watched Wei Ji's trembling little figure walking towards Naihe Bridge step by step.
Po Meng, who was making soup, saw Wei Jie walking towards her, and poured a bowl of soup with a smile: "Young master, drink this soup quickly. After drinking it, you will forget your past life and go to reincarnation."
Wei Jing held the clay bowl blankly, looking at the clear soup in the bowl. Suddenly he turned his head and looked back, and Li Ying's figure had long disappeared behind him.
"Drink, young master. Don't miss the time, or you won't be reborn into a good family." Po Meng looked at Wei Xi kindly and urged.
Wei Jie finally raised the bowl to his lips, raised his head and drank.
Li Ying, who was keeping in the dark, saw Wei Ji drinking Meng Po soup, and her frown relaxed. When she saw Wei Ji slowly walking across the Naihe Bridge, her brows relaxed completely.
Children are difficult to deal with. Li Ying breathed a sigh of relief and took out a small yellow book from her arms. She raised her hand and transformed into a writing brush. She wrote on the book: On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month of the Xinchou year of Yan Li, the ninetieth day to protect the soul.
Nine, eight-year-old little ghost, Wei Jie.
It has been more than a hundred years since she traveled to this otherworldly underworld. She was a surgeon during her lifetime. After undergoing several operations, she unfortunately suffered a myocardial infarction. Rescue efforts were ineffective and she eventually died.
She is a doctor, a well-established materialist. She has never thought that ghosts exist in this world, but she has become a ghost servant. It is unscientific to think that ghosts will be ignored and she will be cured.
A time-travel is completely different. I don’t know how her brother is doing there, whether he has married his sister-in-law, and without her as a pimp, I don’t know how her sultry brother is chasing his wife.
Can the progress be maintained...
Damn, she's over a hundred years old, so what else is she thinking about? I'm afraid her brother already has great-grandchildren.
Li Ying smiled to herself, closed the book, and saw that there were fewer ghosts today. She was just about to go out and talk to Po Meng, but suddenly she saw the jade sign hanging on her waist suddenly lit up, and a sinister and clear male voice came.
"I hope you will come to the Palace of Hell quickly. I have something important to discuss with you."
Li Ying rubbed her head a little irritably, cursing in her mind that the Lord of Hell was used to squeezing such gangsters as them, but she flashed her body and rushed towards the Palace of Hell. This chapter has been completed!