Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The eighteenth bowl of soup (1)

"It turns out that I can live my life like this."

These silly words came from Fu Wei, a female ghost who left Liwangtai. She still remembers everything she saw in her sleep. She seemed to empathize with those emotions, so she bowed to Qing Huan: "Thank you girl."

Qing Huan helped her up: "You don't need to thank me, I used your body to live a different life, but I just want you to let go of your obsessions."

The female ghost Fu Wei's eyes are soft at the moment, obviously for her, it is a beautiful dream. She didn't say more, picked up the soup and drank it, then walked slowly towards the other side of the bridge.

Not long after she disappeared, Wangchuanhe suddenly became restless. Qing Huan faintly heard the howling of the ghosts, and went to the bridge to look, and found that on the muddy river, hundreds of ghosts chanted, but there was a ghost crawling towards the shore.

The ghosts in the Wangchuan River are all people who refuse to drink soup and make unfulfilled wishes. They jumped off the Naihe Bridge and became the lonely ghosts in the Wangchuan River. From then on, they will lose their minds and will never wake up again. Unless one day, they can see the person they want to see and wait on the bridge of Naihe, and that person can still see them and recognize them, otherwise they will be forever. tortured in the river.

There are also ghosts who are said to be able to regain their senses, feel regret, and climb out of the river. In that case, Madam Meng can cleanse it of all its merits and send it into reincarnation.

But Qing Huan never saw it. Even though she has been cultivating for countless years in the Wangchuan River, she has never seen a ghost that communicates with divine intelligence. But the one who is crawling now is obviously not completely insane, at least a little sensible, otherwise it would not be possible to leave. For these ghosts who only have the instinct of howling in pain, the Wangchuan River is their root, and they will not come out of their own accord.

But once one is different, it becomes the enemy of the other ghosts.

Want to go, want to escape, want to leave?

How about that?

As soon as I enter the Forgotten River, the past is all over, and there is no future.

Mo Ze jumped up and down with his short legs, wanting to see what the master was looking at. Obviously the river is calm, why is she so fascinated by it?

The ghost who wanted to leave Wangchuan finally reached the shore with one hand, but was pulled down by the ghost next to him. Ups and downs, looming, and finally silent. Qing Huan sighed: "I thought I could come out." She also asked her to see what the ghosts who were able to escape from the Hundred Ghosts in the Wangchuan River looked like.

Then she suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, a female ghost she handled refused to drink soup to reincarnate, and jumped off the Wangchuan River on her own initiative. Qing Huan looked at the river and couldn't see which of those ghosts with rotten faces and despicable faces she had ever seen. Even if the female ghost has not been swallowed up, she is definitely not the same as she used to be. Not to mention that her beloved can't come to Naihe Bridge, but what if she does? When I saw the ghost of Wangchuan River, it was so dark, how could I recognize it?

Qing Huan bent down, broke a flower on the other side, and threw it into the river.

The essence of the other shore flowers was immediately eaten up by the ghost, and the clusters of flowers seemed to feel pain and were shaking slightly. Mo Ze discovered this and glanced at Qing Huan curiously. Seeing that she was still staring at the calm river, he jumped over curiously, stretched out his hand and tugged at a blooming flower on the other side.

That's weird. When the owner leaves, the flowers don't open and only grow leaves; when the owner comes back, all the leaves fall off and start blooming... And it's very consistent, not a single one is different.

Qing Huan was about to turn around when she suddenly noticed something strange. She looked back suddenly and found that the ghost who had been pulled into the bottom of the river had climbed up! Although the soul body is thin and almost transparent, although it lacks an arm and a leg and loses an eyeball so that it cannot be seen, it does indeed come out.

As soon as Mo Ze looked up, he saw his master smile. Except in this world, he had never seen his master smile like this! So he immediately grabbed Qinghuan's thigh: "Master! What did you see!"

The ghost bell rang crisply, and Qing Huan was pleasantly surprised to watch the ghost walk up the Naihe Bridge step by step. Although it lost its strength, it could not be seen whether it was a man or a woman. It was lacquered, but the only remaining eyeball was shining.

"You, you're not Madam Meng..."

"The last lady Meng you met has already been reincarnated." Qing Huan squatted down, trying to keep her eye level with the ghost, and looked at it carefully, "I'm the new lady Meng."

"I, I have a wish to come..." That eyeball gradually gathered water vapor. "The last Madam Meng couldn't fulfill my wish, and I didn't want to change it, let alone reincarnate, so I jumped down, she said, if I can get up from this river again, no matter how my wish goes against heaven, I can do it again. Realized, is it true?"

Qing Huan nodded: "...Yes."

"Help me! Help me ask her a question!" The ghost seemed to want to reach out and grab Qinghuan, but the thin soul body only trembled twice in the air. It fell off again. "Ask her! Why! Why can't I confer a god!"

Qing Huan was slightly startled: "What's your name?"

"Nine-tailed fox." The ghost's only remaining eyeballs burst into tears. "My name is Nine-Tailed Fox."

When a ghost appeared on the Naihe Bridge, Mo Ze didn't dare to appear. He turned into a flower between his eyebrows. At this moment, a red light flashed between Qinghuan's eyebrows, and she realized that this... "You are not human. Huh?" Aside from Wei Yin, who was finally sent back by her, the nine-tailed fox was the only one that did not belong to human beings. But even Xianjun Weiyin, the body is also human. She curiously reached out and brushed the nine-tailed fox's body, and the messy soul body gradually showed its original appearance.

Even if it's just a fox, it's amazingly beautiful.

"Tell me what you want."

"I just want you to help me ask, why can't I be conferred a god! Why can't I confer a god!" The nine-tailed fox lay weakly on the ground, but his expression was full of stubbornness. "Ms. Nuwa asked me to harm Tang Jiangshan, and I did as she said, making cannons and branding pots, wine ponds and meat forests, and building Lutai for disaster... I did everything according to her orders! She wanted me to bewitched. King Zhou, he wants me to destroy Dashang, saying that there will be my name on the list of conferred gods, so that I can become immortal! But why in the end, whether it is to explain the teaching or intercept the teaching, everyone is conferred a god, even the king of Zhou has to be conferred Tianxi Xingjun! Why do I have to be annihilated in the world? I don't accept it! I don't accept it!"

It kept calling me disobedient, with a look of utter hatred. "She said that I had killed countless lives and that I had a lot of blood and debts, but she was narrow-minded, just because King Zhou wrote a poem, she said that Shang Tang's anger was exhausted, and the Mingjun started from the west, and wanted me to destroy Tang Jiangshan, but in the end she blamed all the guilt To me! I'm wronged! I don't accept it! If people don't die, how can the people complain about King Zhou? How did King Wu attack Xiqi and return to the world! I want to ask her why I can't be conferred a god! Instead, he will behead me and make me lose my soul!"

"Didn't she answer you long ago?" Qing Huan touched the head of the nine-tailed fox, and the furry hand felt quite good. "Say you're in debt."

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it..." The nine-tailed fox wailed. "King Zhou treated me very well, but I tortured him in order to become an immortal. His nature is tyrannical, and I even tempted him to have fun all day long. Attack, I was full of joy and thought that I could confer a god, but I got such an end. She calculated that King Zhou still had twenty-eight years of luck, and asked me to corrupt it. Why didn't I do it according to her law, why did I end up doing this to me? !”

Qing Huan looked at its indignant look and sighed softly: "So how are you doing?"

"I know I can't do it all over again, but you can! You are Madam Meng, you can help me!" The nine-tailed fox looked at Qing Huan eagerly. "This time I won't harm King Zhou again, I want to see, I will help King Zhou consolidate into Tang Jiangshan, can the luck of these twenty-eight years come to an end!"

"You are too persistent. Nuwa ordered you to confuse King Zhou. She once told you that you should not harm sentient beings. After this is done, you will get the right fruit. Do you remember?"

The nine-tailed fox was taken aback.

Qing Huan continued: "But I can't blame you for this. If you don't harm sentient beings and hurt other people's lives, how can you help the Zhou Dynasty, annihilate the country, and raise the Great Zhou. Well, since you want to do it all over again, I'm satisfied. Your wish, let's see what the final result will be."

She bent down and gently picked up the nine-tailed fox and sent it to Liwangtai.

The nine-tailed fox soon fell into a dream, Mo Ze held Qinghuan's thigh and looked up: "Is the master going?"

"No."

"Huh?" Mo Ze didn't understand. "Why is that?"

"Climbing out of the Wangchuan River, you should cleanse your merits and send them to reincarnation. There is no chance to fulfill your wishes. Where did this nine-tailed fox come from, she has practiced for thousands of years, and she has never accumulated merits, and she is not a human being. I don't know how I got to this Naihe Bridge. Now putting her in Liwangtai is just a dream for her. Whatever she wants, all her dreams can come true, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Then... as a story?"

Qing Huan smiled: "Yes, fortunately, it's a good story. I think the last Mengma was not unable to fulfill this wish, but unwilling to fulfill it. Or..."

"Or what?" Mo Ze asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I'll know when the nine-tailed fox wakes up." Qing Huan patted his little head and led him to the soup. No soup appeared, but the soul-inducing bell did ring. After thinking about it, Qing Huan thought it was quite interesting. Since the nine-tailed fox wants to get a sweet dream from her, she will give it to her, and she will make another conclusion after the nine-tailed fox wakes up.