Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (twelve)

Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (twelve)

He couldn't remember how long he had been waiting in Wangchuan.

He only vaguely remembered that he had unfulfilled wishes, many years ago - as for how many years ago, he can't remember, in short, it's been too long, he has no concept of time.

He was a slaughterer during his lifetime and did not put human life in his eyes. Even if he fell into the Forgotten River after his death, he was the most ferocious of all the evil spirits. A ghost is not afraid of death and pain, so he is scarred and devoured countless souls.

All the ghosts are waiting.

Wait until the day when the man walks across the bridge, sticks out his rotten face, calls, weeps, wakes up. But no one can wait, never has.

No one can crawl out of the Wangchuan River. They are haunted by their lives after death. All pain is magnified thousands of times, and they will tear you thinly, little by little, violently and softly. soul.

Until one day, a new ghost falls into the river.

When she jumped down, she was described as withered, covered in blood, but clutching a rough lute in her hand.

There are only two ways for new ghosts to reach Wangchuan, one is to be swallowed by old ghosts, and the other is to incarnate as a ghost to devour others. There has never been an exception for ghosts.

But the female ghost just shrank in the mud, shivering, and Wan Gui rushed towards her, tearing at the little flesh she had left, trying to swallow her soul. She stayed there quietly, letting his ghost tear her flesh from her body, but her bare bones protected the pipa.

It wasn't until a ghost tried to **** her pipa that she bared her fangs, hesitant and firm, in order to protect the rough pipa.

Her eyes moved him, so she had been in Wangchuan for thousands of years, he had protected her well, and under his protection, she gradually became firm and calm, sober, not like a ghost in Wangchuan. No matter how long it took, she never left the pipa and held it quietly, but she didn't remember anything about her life at all.

The ghosts in Wangchuan, no one can remember the past.

Later, and later.

Naihe Bridge changed its owner, and the great **** Meng Po descended, so the evil spirits in the Wangchuan River had a chance to leave.

She is selected.

She didn't remember anything at that time, except to hold onto her lute. But when she was summoned by the great **** Meng Po, she secretly took him into it and took him out.

He used all the strength of his soul to mend the lute for her, making the bones soft and white, and the bones tough and elastic, so that the lute could play sound. Then he stayed quietly in the pipa, waiting to devour more souls and transform them for himself, and even without the permission of God Mengpo, he could still regain his freedom.

In the first world, he was in the lute, watching her marry.

In the second world, he lives with her in the lute.

The third world, the fourth world, the fifth world, he is in the lute.

Look at her.

This person, who wants to go back so much, with such a soft heart, is not suitable to exist in this world unless he has his protection.

He can't remember anything, and his mind is blank except for her.

This person, from the beginning to the end, never had any affection for him, until the end, he never let him decide even to sacrifice himself.

Her life's love and hate, tears, and sighs are now swallowed up by him, including her soul, which has become a part of him since then. The dead bones in his arms were dry and tormented, and he didn't want to let go.

The dark sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and everything in the world seemed to cease to exist, except for this young man engulfed in black qi, with dark eyes, and wherever the black qi went, the palace servants fell in response. He originally wanted to absorb the souls of these people, but for some reason, her face seemed to appear in front of him, with a slight smile, the corners of her eyes and brows, touching and lightly sad.

The emperor and Empress Zhou were completely stunned, and now there are only two of them left in the entire palace. At this time, I suddenly heard the child's immature voice: "Father! Mother!"

I saw two little children running in, and they seemed to be frightened by the vision that fell from the sky, causing them to fall while running.

As soon as she saw the young man's eyes turn stiffly and slowly towards the two children, Queen Zhou immediately made a shrill voice: "No! No!—"

Unfortunately, it was too late. The black air wrapped around the child's neck. The two children rolled their eyes and made a creaking sound in their throats. The young man tilted his head, as if he didn't understand why life was so fragile. He stretched out his hand and picked up the two children, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't like outright murder, he prefers to torture people from body to soul to the point of collapse, and then devour them. A soul full of resentment and despair is the most delicious.

But no one is more beautiful than her soul.

Even in the millennium of Wangchuan, it is still clean, stained with sadness and sighs, and still remains pure.

Such a person is not suitable for living in Wangchuan, nor for living in the world. She was too soft-hearted to hurt anyone, so she was the only one who died.

He has never seen that person clearly. She bears enormous pain in life and death. The uncontrollable fate makes her infinitely close to self-loathing and self-abandonment. If the first prince does not die, she will not exist for long.

It is the man in front of her who has influenced her life's love, hate, sorrow and joy, made her cry for this, made her wait all her life, and made her finally choose to let go.

People who are too greedy often don't end well. So the black air wrapped around the emperor's limbs, and then the young man asked Queen Zhou, "Choose one of the two, who do you want to live?"

Queen Zhou's eyes widened suddenly! She looked at the emperor and at the two children, shaking her head, "No... no! I don't choose! I don't choose!"

With a click, the emperor's robe is stained with blood, and he has lost a leg.

Empress Zhou hesitated for another second, and the emperor lost another arm.

Until Queen Zhou cried out, "I choose! I choose!"

"I, I...I choose..." Her eyes wandered between the emperor and the child, and finally gritted her teeth, "I choose the Holy One!"

Hearing this, the young man suddenly chuckled and said to Queen Zhou sarcastically, "Really?"

The black gas permeated every moment, the emperor let out a horrifying howl, struggling and tossing in the black gas, and finally even the flesh and bones disappeared completely, and a white light seemed to escape, but was still entangled by the black gas , little by little, was devoured cleanly.

Queen Zhou screamed: "I chose the sage! I chose the sage!"

The young man asked her with a smile: "Oh, so what?"

He looked at the two children in his hands as if playing, "Come, these two children, which one do you want?"

Empress Zhou gasped. She was already panicking. The appearance of the young man made her frightened and frightened. She saw with her own eyes that her beloved was swallowed up to not even a bone and scum, and her psychological defense had collapsed. The two children were crying loudly. Queen Zhou recalled that she had chosen the sage, but the youth destroyed it, so, so...

If the second prince is still there, then he can become emperor in the future. If he is lucky enough to survive, he will still be the empress dowager. So... she gritted her teeth: "Daughter!"

The young man's smiling eyes seemed to see through her, and he easily played with the heart between his palms, "As you wish."

The little child just whimpered, and was instantly decomposed into countless pieces by the black gas, and disappeared in front of Queen Zhou.

"There is still one left, but what should I do?" The young man seemed very distressed. He asked Queen Zhou, "Look, I said that there is no such thing as empathy in the world. Can you understand her pain now?" It was a pity that it was too short-lived. It should have taken this woman to suffer for a thousand or ten thousand years before it was worth the torture of that woman in Wangchuan.

"No no no no no-" Empress Zhou scratched her hair, shouted sharply, and rushed towards the young man desperately, but the black air quickly penetrated her brain, and finally she stared at her eyes. Falling to the ground and dying, the soul also did not escape the fate of being swallowed.

The young man carefully tasted the taste of the Queen's soul next week, and made a nauseating expression, "It's really unpalatable."

It was fishy and smelly, and disgusting to death.

The little girl in the dark air was terrified. She stared blankly at the tragic death of her parents in front of her. Then she shivered and looked at the black-eyed youth. The little child was frightened. He was so stupid that he couldn't speak, except to cry.

The eyes are beautiful, the black and white are distinct, and the clean innocence typical of children is contained in them, and the young man is a little ecstatic, but this is only because he thinks of Yin*.

Clean, after being forced to dye black, trying to wash off, but all in vain.

He let go of his hand and let the little girl fall to the ground. The little girl struggled a few times on the ground, but she was so scared that she lost her strength, let alone run, she couldn't even crawl. The young man did not give her a pitying look, but embraced the dead bones, and used black gas to grind all the bones belonging to the emperor on the ground into powder.

He took two steps, turned around again, picked up the gorgeous imperial concubine's costume, carefully wrapped the dead bones, and walked out.

It was still pitch black outside, with lightning and thunder, and a vision from heaven. Wherever the youth go, the living die.

But it's just dead. He dismissed all his souls as fireworks, bowed his head and asked the silent bones in his arms: "Does it look good?"

At the bottom of the Forgotten River, muddy flesh, bones and souls, everything is darkness, everything is nothingness, but she is the only color.

Let this world go with you, the good, the bad, the clean, the dirty, and eventually all of them will perish, which is the only proof that you exist between heaven and earth.

The young man raised his hand, and the black gas gradually formed a huge cloud of lightning flashing in the air. He coldly watched the mortals run and cry. He raised his fingers slightly, but a soft voice came.

"Enough."