Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Thirty-third bowl of soup (1&2)

Qi Yu's soul was swayed by the old man. As it was supposed to be, Qing Huan could only put it into the Wangchuan River. After a thousand years, he would naturally be able to wash away his filth and gain a new life.

It's just... Qing Huan glanced at the other side flowers on the side of the road lightly. The flowers bloomed but the leaves were not seen, and the leaves did not see the flowers. They always grew here, which really made her look a little unsightly.

When she left the world of the female ghost Qi Yu, she completely sealed the jade tomb, and she doesn't care if she will be found in the future, but she still needs the tomb to continue to exist for now.

Until the day she is completely sure.

Mo Ze only felt that his master was in a bad mood after the ghost was snatched from his eyes, so although Qing Huan came back, he didn't dare to rush up and hug Qing Huan's thigh like before, acting like a spoiled child and acting stupid. , but sat obediently on the stool, actually wanting to know what Qing Huan was thinking.

After a while, he saw the other side flowers gradually spread to Huangquan Road, connecting the bridge end and the bridge end, but there was no one on the bridge. He couldn't help being curious, so he asked Qinghuan: "Master, why did you change the place of this flower?"

"Ugly and dense, I don't want to see it."

Mo Ze nodded vaguely, always feeling that the master seemed to have something to say, but he couldn't hear anything.

Qing Huan used this random reason because she was too lazy to explain. She was in a bad mood. She didn't want to stay here and waste time, so she said to Mo Ze, "Have any ghosts come after I left?"

It was only when Mo Ze said this that he remembered: "No one has come before, but I heard someone calling for help."

"Huh?" Qing Huan raised her eyebrows in surprise. "No one came, but someone called for help? What's the point?"

Mo Ze shook his head, how did he know.

Qing Huan didn't say anything, but just at this moment, when he heard the cry for help, Mo Ze immediately widened his eyes, and Ji Guang Xiao Hei also pricked up his ears and looked around carefully. , but saw no vision. It wasn't until Xiao Hei barked at Huangquan Road that Qing Huan raised her eyes to look there.

It's a female ghost. It's probably inappropriate to say that she is a ghost, because there is still a yang fire on the cover of her heavenly spirit. She is obviously a big living person, but how could a living person get to the Naihe Bridge? Qing Huan stretched out his hand, and Mo Ze turned into a life and death book and spread it into her palm. The pages of the book were turned over, and the man's life was not over yet, but his body was still alive, so how did the ghost reach the Naihe Bridge?

"Save me...Save me...Please, please, save me, let me go..." The female ghost's eyes were blank, and Qing Huan felt that this seemed to be a disease of separation from the soul. That is to say, this person should go to Naihe Bridge after his death, but his body was still alive and his yang life was not exhausted, but he was already crazy because he couldn't bear it.

Before, it was not that there were no people with unfinished Yangshou, but there was no body and still alive, but the soul was gone. Qing Huan greeted the female ghost, pulled it to the table and sat down, only to hear the female ghost begging for help. The sound is endless.

She was trembling, and she seemed to be greatly frightened, both physically and mentally. Qing Huan tried to appease her, but it was useless. Unless she used strong means, she could only wait for the female ghost to calm down on her own.

Qing Huan said softly again: "Don't be afraid, you are already safe, no one will hurt you here, don't be afraid." While speaking, he gently stroked the female ghost's back.

The female ghost was still shaking, and I don't know how long it took before she calmed down. Her face was full of panic and fear. When she saw Qinghuan, she was shocked: "You, you are..." /

"My name is Qing Huan, what about you, what's your name?" Qing Huan asked softly, for fear of scaring the female ghost again.

The female ghost hurriedly looked around and found that this was not the **** on earth she was staying, so she was relieved, and saw that she was not wearing those vulgar clothes, but a normal dress, the whole ghost seemed to be relieved , Fear is still fear, but it is no longer the same as before. "My name is... Song Xing."

"Good name." Qing Huan's voice was softer, for fear of scaring the girl. "Where are you from?"

The female ghost Song Xing's lips wriggled a few times, but she didn't speak. Qing Huan has been looking at her patiently, and the smile on the corner of her mouth has always been gentle. Finally, Song Xing seemed to be sure that Qing Huan was not a bad person, but countless times of playing and cheating made her dare not rashly believe the woman in front of her. She carefully watched Qing Huan from head to toe several times, "I can't believe you, are you, are you one of their people? Tune|Teacher... or something?"

This is the first time that Qing Huan has been given such a title. She is a little hurt. How does she look like a teacher? "I'm not, why do you think so?"

"Once, they were a little bit loose on my guards, I, I managed to escape the surveillance and escaped, but it was just a scam. All the doors opened along the way were leading to that room, I escaped I have tried so many times, but none of them have succeeded. Even if I thought I had succeeded, it was the beginning of another torment."

Hearing this, Qing Huan probably understood what she had gone through. She let out a soft cry, then looked at the female ghost Song Xing softly, and asked her, "But why are you here? This is a place only the dead can come."

Song Xing was stunned for a moment: "You mean... I'm dead?"

There have been ghosts who died without knowing it, but their reactions were unbelievable or anxious or uneasy, but no one would be like Song Xing, she was actually happy! ecstatic! "I'm dead? Great! I'm finally dead! I finally don't have to suffer anymore, I'm dead! Hahaha, I'm dead..." She cried with joy.

This...what's the reaction? Mo Ze felt weird.

Qing Huan looked at the female ghost Song Xing with pity, but had to remind her: "Good boy, you are not dead yet."

"What?" The smile on Song Xing's face disappeared instantly.

Qing Huan told her: "You just suffered too much and went into shock for a while, which led to your soul coming to me, but in fact, you have to live another five years, and after five years, your lifespan will end. So I'm sorry, I have to send you back."

"No!" Song Xing shouted in fear: "I won't go back... I won't go back! I'm dead, I'm dead!"

"You're not dead. In fact, in the next five years, you won't die either. You can jump off a building, cut your wrists, or even hit a car and shoot a gun... No matter what, you won't die, because your Life is a fixed number and will never change."

"No—it's not like that! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Song Xing shook his head desperately, refusing to believe what Qing Huan said. "I don't want to suffer so much anymore, please, let me die! Let me die!" She rushed over and hugged Qing Huan's calf, then released it immediately, knelt on the ground and began to buckle Head, every time I kowtow, I ask Qinghuan once, and I can see clearly that Huan is very sad.

She was soft-hearted after all, so she bent down and firmly helped Song Xing up: "Don't kneel, I promise you that."

Song Xing was ecstatic: "Really, really?"

"It's true." Qing Huan looked at her. "But you have to pay the price."

"Anything is fine!" She didn't know what could be more painful than the days she was alive! Endless picking up, coaching, playing, humiliating... She's been like this for three years, and she can't go on anymore!

Qing Huan said: "You should think about it carefully. If you are willing to go back and die in five years, I will seek justice for you after you die, and then you can reincarnate without any worries. But if you It doesn't matter if you choose to die now, I can live for you for five years and fulfill your wish in those five years. But, as a price, you have to jump off this river and stay in it for a hundred years before you can reincarnate Be a human being." After speaking, Qing Huan added, "In the river of ten thousand ghosts, you will suffer no less pain than living."

Song Xing asked: "Will the dignity and personality be trampled on by thousands of people?"

Qing Huan shook his head: "After jumping off, you will soon lose your mind and only be crazy. But you can rest assured that after a hundred years, you will return to normal, and I will personally send you to reincarnation."

So, Song Xing said without thinking, "I promise."

Qing Huan sighed, "A word is settled."

Song Xing didn't speak. She seemed weak and didn't know where the courage and courage came from. She ran to the bridge with a few steps, jumped down, and was instantly engulfed by the river.

What kind of life did she live in her lifetime, so that she would rather be tortured by thousands of ghosts for a hundred years than live in the Yang World for another five years?

What does it mean to truly destroy a person? It doesn't count to hurt him or kill him. Because even if a person dies, the soul and spirit still exist. The real destruction is the trampling and humiliation from the mind to the body. Especially for a woman.

Nothing can destroy a woman more easily than by ravaging the mind and body of a woman.

Qing Huan felt severe pain in her body before she opened her eyes. She gasped, feeling the dilapidation of this body from the inside out. It looked like he had received a heavy punishment, no wonder Song Xing arrived at the Naihe Bridge before he died.

She struggled to get up from the ground, only to realize that she was locked in a small room with only a dim yellow light. Qing Huan raised her head sharply, and sure enough, there were cameras in the four corners of the room, which recorded Song Xing's physical condition completely and faithfully.

Qing Huan doesn't know who is watching behind the camera, but her keen sixth sense tells her that someone is really admiring her at the moment - no, to be precise, it should be admiring the ugly state of "Song Xing".

She looked at the clothes on her body again - if she wore it, she didn't wear it. She moved a little, and it was clearly visible at three o'clock. What the **** is this place?

Actually, he promised to help Song Xing, but Qing Huan also had some selfishness. She faintly felt that there were several worlds, and whenever she chose a world in which a man had a relationship or spent a lifetime together, it seemed that someone always followed her. It's just that she's not sure who that person is - some worlds she can't remember clearly.

Who knows where this person keeps up with her, and where it comes from. In the world of the female ghost Qi Yu, she actually discovered the tomb of herself and Jing Shaoyou. Qing Huan once returned to the world before her death. She knew at that time that Jing Shaoyou married her tablet, and she chose two after her death. Buried together, but how could they be buried in a jade tomb, hidden so deep? He chose to be under an underground mausoleum and said that there was no plan in it. Qing Huan did not believe it.

In the previous worlds, she confirmed through experiments that someone was following her, and the other side of the flower was a good proof. So, starting from this world, she will continue to experiment to see how that person follows her.

The female ghost Song Xing should have died five years later, and she should have arrived at the Naihe Bridge in five years. During this period, other ghosts will appear on the Naihe Bridge, whether it is true or false, but she is attached to Song Xing in advance, Even before coming here, Qing Huan hadn't counted or read Song Xing's life in the book of life and death.

She has the right to treat herself as a novice, not to use any power that does not belong to this world, and then see if that person can still find her, and whether she will appear in front of her.

In other words, Qing Huan didn't know anything about Song Xing's situation, she didn't ask, and she didn't count.

It was as if she was the Qing Huan from a long, long time ago, ignorant of Madam Meng's position, still small and weak.

Just no more bullying.

Is it because the light is too dim, so Qinghuan tried to make herself see the furnishings in the room clearly, but when she took a step, she realized that her feet were in shackles. In addition, this body was riddled with holes, and it fell directly to the ground.

Soon she heard the man's low, playful laughter. Looking up, there are speakers on the table. Qing Huan stretched out her hand and tugged at the shackles—even without using strength, she could unlock the lock, but it was better to keep a low profile when the enemy was dark and we were clear.

The man in the loudspeaker spoke again: "Little bitch, how's it going, does it feel good, eh? You're so lucky to be able to wake up, this young master thought you were going to the West!" There is malice and regret inside and outside, but he quickly said: "But don't worry, this young master has a lot of time recently, so I can play with you."

The evil laughter gave me goosebumps. That was the body's natural reaction, not Qing Huan's fear, but the side told Qing Huan that this man's torture of Song Xing was never a matter of a day or two, so that Song Xing would be full of fear when he heard his voice.

I think he said that because he wanted to see Song Xing's face full of fear, right?

Qing Huan was not as good as he wanted: "Really, that's really my honor."

The man didn't seem to expect her to start resisting again, and he was amazed: "I thought your edges and corners had been smoothed out, but I didn't expect it to be so flavorful, why, this escape made your stubbornness come out again? It's a pity, it's a pity, no matter how stubborn you are, he won't trust you anymore."

He?

Qing Huan caught the word. Her eyes flashed for a moment, and then she smiled at the camera. She has seen Song Xing's face, and she cannot deny that Song Xing is definitely a beauty, and she is an extremely beautiful beauty. After occupying this body, Qing Huan naturally knew from which angle to laugh to look amazing.

Song Xing, who are full of fear and anxiety, should also be tired of playing, so let's change to something new.

The man took a breath over there, Qing Huanquan took it as a surprise. She tried to tug at the fetters again, but to no avail.

Soon, the man said: "Little bitch, you will beg the young master later!"

With a beeping sound, the speakers are turned off.

About three minutes later, the door of the small room was pushed open, and Qing Huan was stabbed in the eyes by the light outside. It was difficult for him to adapt for a while, and a tall man appeared at the door, his arms crossed his chest and teasing: "Yo , what's the matter? Wasn't Miss Song so complacent just now? Why, now that I see this young master, I'm scared to death?"

As he spoke, he approached Qinghuan, his rosy tongue licked his thin lips lightly, "Actually, I've been tired of playing with you for a long time. If it wasn't for the little princess who still misses you, I wouldn't have the time to come to you. Tsk. , you said you, why are you so disobedient..." The fingers slowly slid on Qing Huan's face, knowing that her sharp teeth had already been pulled out, so she was not afraid at all.

What he didn't expect was that when his index finger was stroking Qing Huan's lips, she was bitten by her mouth.

Of course there is no force, otherwise Qing Huan will only be greeted with a loud slap. She just winked at the man, then let go, her movements were very gentle, but her words were very rude: "Be careful, if you don't have a finger, it will be ugly."

The man laughed: "Don't worry, the federal medical science is very developed, and you can connect a severed finger within 24 hours. You should consider that if you accidentally bite off my finger and swallow it in your stomach, Then no matter how reluctant I am, I'm afraid I have to cut open your stomach and take out my fingers, do you think so?" He pinched Qinghuan's face like a toy. "You have to be obedient to live long."

Qing Huan stared at him steadily. A man had not seen a woman staring at him so boldly for a long time. He also found it interesting for a while. Song Xing was the most interesting woman he had ever seen. He just arrived at the beginning. When he was here, he was stubborn and unyielding. That was the period when he liked her the most. It's a pity that the obedience that was cleaned up later was called doing everything. Without the challenge, there would be no fun.

I didn't expect her to change now, which makes the man optimistic. For this reason, he doesn't mind being a little nicer to her. In short, he has fulfilled the request of the little princess, and Leng Jue has already lost his feelings for this woman. After all, Song Xing is a fat sheep to be slaughtered in his hands. He kneaded round and flattened.

Qing Huan asked: "How do you know that I definitely want to live?"

"Of course you want to live." The man said naturally, "I didn't expect it, it's been three years, thousands of people are sleeping and 10,000 people are riding, and you still can't forget the cold sleep. It's a pity that the cold sleep has been with the little princess. When you are engaged, you have become the past tense. But a woman like you, who does not shed tears without seeing the coffin, has run away countless times, isn't it all to find an explanation for Lengjue? It's useless, little girl, you're useless, because He has already decided that you betrayed him, so naturally he will not listen to your explanation. Not to mention that he is now accompanied by a beautiful woman, how can he still think of you three years ago?"

"Don't be blindly confident, and don't trust a man's love too much."

"You can see clearly because you are such a man?"

"I'm not." The man spread his hands. "I'm just an ordinary businessman. The little princess handed you over to me, and I naturally have to do things for her. How can I compare with the future concubine?"

The concubine... the little princess... Qing Huan couldn't figure out whether this was modern or ancient for a while. But this is not important at the moment, it is first to get out of the current situation. "So you won't let me go."

This is an affirmative sentence, of course. The man shrugged and changed his position. Only then did Qing Huan see clearly that he had a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes. His eyes were seductive, but his face was ordinary. Distracted, making him look unpredictable.

An unexpected harmony.

"Why am I willing to let you go? All the women who come here are so boring. Only you are my favorite." The man raised a lock of Qinghuan's long hair with his fingertips and put it on his lips. Kiss lightly. "You should be thankful that your unusual behavior has once again caught my attention, otherwise, you should be facing a pack of wolves now."

"Thank you."

The man laughed again, took Qing Huan from the ground into his arms, saw the shackles, and casually asked the woman behind him to untie it. When the woman untied Qing Huan's shackles, she didn't forget to give her a look, her eyes seemed to say: "Little bitch, wait for me!"

The man took Qing Huan out of the small dark room. The fabric on her body was too small to be seen, but the people along the way looked like they were turning a blind eye. Qing Huan carefully observed the terrain and felt that it might be a clubhouse or something. The corridor was dark, and the man hugged her and turned around until she entered a room with complete tools.

Qing Huan looked at the room and the unspeakable utensils. The man sat opposite her and seemed unprepared.

Because of what kind of woman Song Xing is, he knows too much. He is not afraid of what Song Xing will do to a woman who has no power to tie a chicken to her and dares not kill her even with a knife, not to mention that there are no weapons in this room, could she kill him with a mouth ball?

Besides, even if Song Xingzhen had the guts to kill him, he would be wanted by the federal government after he escaped. In this country with a constitutional monarchy, the imperial power is supreme. She offended the little princess, and it is God's mercy that she can still live. What else can she think?

"Drink."

Qing Huan was stuffed into a goblet in her hand. She looked at the liquid, smelled the aroma of the wine, and drank it into her stomach. The man kept looking at her with a smile, "How dare you drink so fast if you don't have enough alcohol."

Qing Huan showed a sly smile. She threw away the goblet, and the goblet split into several pieces in an instant. Then, under the unbelievable gaze of the man, Qing Huan grabbed the glass piece on the ground at an amazing speed and locked it directly. His throat, and then put the glass piece against his throat and smiled: "I'm sorry."

No mercy.

She has all Song Xing's memories of this man in her heart.