Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The thirty-ninth bowl of soup (1)
"Master, Master! Where are you going?!"
In Meng Po Village, Mo Ze sticks to Qing Huan like a round ball, and doesn't want to be separated from her for a moment. If it wasn't for Qing Huan walking forward, he would have hugged Qing Huan's leg.
Qing Huan glanced down at the little guy and wanted to laugh a little, but finally bent down and picked him up and said, "I have something to do."
"Can you take me with you?" Mo Ze blinked his big eyes and looked infinitely cute, but this was of no use, because Qing Huan shook his head, "You can't go with me."
"Why?"
Qing Huan walked towards Naihe Bridge with Mo Ze in her arms and said, "Because you are not suitable to appear."
Mo Ze didn't understand the answer, but seeing the master's natural expression, he was embarrassed to say that he didn't understand what she was talking about, but he nodded dumbly and laughed twice. , that small appearance, stay and cute.
With the increase of time with Qing Huan, Mo Ze has become more and more humane. Where can there be any trace of the system now? He has completely turned into an ordinary child, and I don't know if his change is good or bad.
Arriving at the Naihe bridge deck, Mo Ze was even more puzzled. He looked left and right, he really couldn't understand what the master wanted to do, so he opened his eyes and asked, "Master, the soul-calling banners and bells are all over the place. There is no movement, what are you doing?"
Qing Huan didn't answer, put him on a high chair and then walked slowly to the bridge. As her footsteps gradually approached, the originally calm Wangchuan River gradually began to surging, and finally the waves were surging and shocking, and countless ghosts screamed—even if they lost their minds, they still felt hope.
Qing Huan didn't speak or move, just gradually, the boiling river gradually became quiet again. At this time, Qing Huan stretched out a hand, and soon, following her gesture, five ghosts followed Qing Huan. Huan's movements slowly surfaced. At first it was still, then it got closer and closer...
Five ghosts* stand on the bridge. Some of them can't see their faces, some lack arms and legs, and some even have only a torso and a head left, and their bodies are full of marks that have been bitten by ghost teeth. Because I didn't climb out of the Wangchuan River on my own, I moved a little and a lot of water came out.
They stood in front of Qinghuan motionless until Qinghuan briefly regained their consciousness.
But no one knows how many years have passed since he jumped into the Wangchuan River. Everyone is waiting and waiting in the river, hoping that the person they want to see will pass by the bridge and recognize themselves, or they will not leave easily because of their affection. No regrets!
But the truth is, no one can wait for the person they want to meet. It is said that after suffering in the Wangchuan River for thousands of years, if the original intention is not changed, you can climb out, but time has now become an incalculable thing. When they first jumped down, they all felt a deep pain. At first, I thought that I couldn't give in, and I also thought about persevering, but as time passed, they finally lost themselves just like the other ghosts in the Wangchuan River.
All good memories and fantasies are gone, and all that remains is despair, sadness, and tyranny. There is no food in the Wangchuan River, and the ghosts suffer countless tortures every day. Although they are in the river, they are far more than torture. They all felt that they were going to be unable to hold on, but with that breath of air in their hearts, how could they easily give up? !
"I selected the five ghosts with the deepest obsessions from the Wangchuan River, that is, you." Qing Huan said with his hands behind his back, "However, do you know that the deeper the obsession, the more unable to escape."
The ghosts did not speak.
Qing Huan didn't force them to respond. For the ghosts who haven't spoken for a long time, they may have forgotten what language is.
So Qing Huan directly offered the conditions: "I can send you back to the world before you were alive, and even fulfill a wish of each of you."
Seeing the ghosts still didn't speak, Qing Huan asked: "Why, don't you want to go back?"
Hearing this, the ghosts raised their heads in unison. They all looked different. Their faces were bitten by the ghosts in the river. One's eyeball fell to his neck, and it was bloody. But because of staying in it for a long time, the flesh has already festered and blackened, which looks really disgusting at first glance.
"I have twenty-five tasks here, you will complete them for me respectively. After the five tasks are over, you will be able to return to your own world. It's that simple, do you want to do it?" Qing Huan tilted her head and smiled. "If you don't do it, I'm afraid you will be asked to jump off again."
I chose to jump down because I never knew it would be so scary. They couldn't forget the years at the bottom of the river. If they didn't have sanity, they would just be crazy, but now they have sanity.
So it went smoothly, and no one refused.
None of the ghosts could speak, Qing Huan lightly tapped between their eyebrows and reminded: "These tasks are random, so you can do whatever you want, as long as you complete the tasks, I won't add much to it. Interfere, remember?"
The ghosts nodded.
Qing Huan smiled and snapped her fingers, so the five ghosts on the bridge disappeared instantly. When they were all gone, Mo Ze ran over to please Qinghuan: "Master, what's the matter, why do you want them to complete the task? What task?"
"Mo Ze." Qing Huan didn't answer him, instead he lowered his head and spoke to him seriously. Mo Ze subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and was about to shake his head to show his disapproval, but Qing Huan held his chubby face and kissed it gently: "My dear boy, I have something for you to do."
"What, what's the matter?" Mo Ze despised his lack of integrity in his heart, but his face turned red from Qing Huan's light kiss.
"I'm going away for a while, and I need you to take charge of Naihe Bridge during this time."
Hearing this, Mo Ze opened his mouth in shock: "Huh?"
"It's easy to do what you do."
Old business..."Master wants me to be the system?"
"Yes, can it be done? Just be a system for these five people, you don't need to communicate with them, and you don't need to let them know of your existence, just record and wait for me to come back quietly, okay?"
"Where are you going, Master?" In the end, the most important question Mo Ze had in mind was this.
Qing Huan didn't tell him: "The time I'm going to go this time is uncertain, I guessed it, and when the last of the five ghosts returned to his own world, I probably came back." /
Mo Ze snorted stupidly. In fact, he still didn't understand where the master was going.
Seeing how well-behaved he is, Qinghuan picked him up and kissed him again: "Good boy."
Mo Ze was embarrassed by this soft and sweet good boy. No matter what, he is a man who stands above the ground, and of course he is willing to go through fire and water for his master!
In the end, Moze was happily left behind, ready to complete the task assigned by the master, while Qinghuan looked a little dignified where Moze couldn't see, but more of it was exploration and curiosity about the unknown.
Two blossoms each represent one branch.
The first female ghost has arrived in the mortal world. On her way to waking up, she had heard a mysterious and strange voice telling herself the task to be carried out. The female ghost has been listening, and now she almost understands.
The world she lives in is not her own world, just like Buddhism says, there are thousands of worlds and thousands of worlds, and these countless worlds together constitute the so-called existence. And the world she's in now is in troubled times, hundreds of years after the rise of heroes. In the turbulent times, one of the monarchs, called Shang, conquered the country with his own strength and sat firmly on the throne. However, when his throne passed to the twenty-eighth generation, there was a big problem.
The new emperor is cruel and ruthless, and his hands are stained with the blood of many innocent people. I heard that his favorite thing to do is to watch beauties dance, but he thinks that the dance steps of the women are not light enough to be profitable, so he ordered the beauties to be thrown on the red-hot coal fire, forcing them to sing and dance while laughing.
The tyrant doesn't seem to have any sympathy or compassion. What he likes most is torturing people. Once, several rebellious princes sent people to pay tribute and assassinated the tyrant, but the tyrant said "I want to leave for a while." , I need you to take charge of Naihe Bridge during this time."
Hearing this, Mo Ze opened his mouth in shock: "Huh?"
"It's easy to do what you do."
Old business..."Master wants me to be the system?"
"Yes, can it be done? Just be a system for these five people, you don't need to communicate with them, and you don't need to let them know of your existence, just record and wait for me to come back quietly, okay?"
"Where are you going, Master?" In the end, the most important question Mo Ze had in mind was this.
Qing Huan didn't tell him: "The time I'm going to go this time is uncertain, I guessed it, and when the last of the five ghosts returned to his own world, I probably came back." /
Mo Ze snorted stupidly. In fact, he still didn't understand where the master was going.
Seeing how well-behaved he is, Qinghuan picked him up and kissed him again: "Good boy."
Mo Ze was embarrassed by this soft and sweet good boy. No matter what, he is a man who stands above the ground, and of course he is willing to go through fire and water for his master!
In the end, Moze was happily left behind, ready to complete the task assigned by the master, while Qinghuan looked a little dignified where Moze couldn't see, but more of it was exploration and curiosity about the unknown.
Two blossoms each represent one branch.