Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The eighty-seventh bowl of soup (2)

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Wait...is she breathing?

She reached out to probe her own breath, which was naturally cold and motionless. Yes, she remembered, she was dead.

But...how did she die? And why die? She, who is she? what is her name?

Can't remember, can't remember anything.

How did she come to this place? Nothing can be seen around. The dark fog was thick, and even as a ghost, she felt a biting cold. The footsteps moved forward uncontrollably, and I didn't know how long I walked before I faintly heard the sound of the churning of the river. She hesitated for a while, then took a few steps forward, and saw a bright light appearing around her, a wide river with no visible opposite bank lay in front of her. There is a delicate and distant bridge over the river, and there is nothing at the head of the bridge except a large stone.

There was nothing on the stone, but she stood there as if possessed, and slowly, her life emerged on the stone.

Tang Nv Qinghuan, styled cardamom, was nineteen years old, and died in the fifteenth year of the Kaiyuan era of Da Song. During his lifetime, he was obsessed with infatuation, and when he met inhumans, he committed suicide by hanging.

Qing Huan's lips were trembling, she covered her heart, it was empty, but the pain was terrible. The memories that had been briefly forgotten quickly returned to her mind. She once loved a man deeply and gave her life for him, but in the end she ended up heartbroken and committed suicide.

It hurts.

It hurts like hell.

How can ghosts feel pain?

Just when she was about to burst into tears, the black mist on her right hand slowly dissipated, and then Qing Huan noticed a silent man in a dragon robe sitting next to the stone. The splendid robe of the eight-clawed golden dragon has now become old and broken, as if a gentle breath will turn into dust. The reason why Qing Huan didn't notice him was because he didn't move, his eyes stared blankly ahead, and even his hair seemed to be frozen.

Qing Huan walked over and asked, "This... Your Majesty, may I ask, do you know where this is?"

The man didn't speak, as if he didn't hear Qing Huan asking him. He seemed to be one with the stone, and the stone was him, and he was the stone. He sat in silence all the time, his hands on his knees, and all around him, time and space, dust and air, were motionless.

Qing Huan no longer insisted, she returned to the bridge and stepped on it hesitantly. She didn't know how long she had walked, but she was at a loss. As she walked, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a small shop just after her sight. The small shop is in the style of a thatched hut. It is very simple. There are several wooden tables on the wide bridge, and there is a bowl of steaming soup on the table. The soup was crystal clear, like clear water, but it gave off an alluring fragrance. A little girl with a double bun was sitting there, stretching her arms, struggling to stir the soup in the iron pot with a spoon in her hand.

Qing Huan couldn't bear it anymore, so she stepped forward and said softly, "I'll help you."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then she turned around and saw that it was her, instantly showing a happy smile. Qing Huan couldn't help being infected by this smile, took the spoon in the little girl's hand and stirred it gently. The little girl sat on the bench kicking her legs, her hands resting on her chin and looked at her curiously. After a while, she asked, "Sister, in order to thank you for helping me, can I treat you to a bowl of soup?"

"...No, I don't want to drink." Qing Huan forced a smile, not wanting to scare the cute child in front of her. She is just a ghost, what kind of soup do ghosts need to drink?

"But if you don't drink, you'll never forget that person."

Hearing this, Qing Huan was inexplicably horrified and looked at the little girl. The little girl blinked at her with **** and white eyes, and waved her little hand: "Sister, look at the words there."

Qing Huan followed her fingers and looked over. The bridge pier was engraved with three big characters: Naihe Bridge. Black piers, black bridges, black words.

"Sister, you have two choices. One is to drink this bowl of soup and start walking forward from me until you reach the end. Or..." The little girl put away her smile. "You jump down."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of ghosts and wolves suddenly sounded in the river. Countless ghosts floated up and down on the river. They were men and women, old and young. The only thing they had in common was that they kept crying. The harsh cry made Qing Huan shiver all over. She took a step back involuntarily, all the ghosts were staring at her, their faces... Maybe they couldn't be called faces anymore, only the madness and obsession in their eyes made Qinghuan recognize that they were once people.

"You have passed the gate of hell, as long as you drink this bowl of soup,

You can be reincarnated. "The little girl smiled, got off the stool and walked to Qinghuan's side. The ghosts in the Wangchuan River were still screaming and crying. The river was so turbid that no color could be seen, and the wide Wangchuan River could not be seen. , there are all ghosts who are unwilling and unwilling to leave like this.

"They're all ghosts who jumped from here, so they can't be reincarnated, and they can't stay sane unless someone they love passes by and recognizes them -- but they can't make any noise." The little girl sighed breathed. "I've been here for so many years, and no ghost has ever left here. After a long time in the river, many ghosts have forgotten who they are waiting for. Even if their lovers pass by, they don't recognize them. ."

The little girl said old-fashioned: "This is love, it's too much trouble, sister, why don't you drink this bowl of soup and move on."

Qing Huan watched silently as the wailing and wailing ghosts in the river.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the little girl held her chin and looked at her. After a while, she asked, "Sister, do you know someone named He Lianfang?"

Hearing the name, Qing Huan turned around and looked at her: "...she is my benefactor."

"Ah... this is troublesome." The little girl pouted. "She was supposed to be my replacement, but I've been waiting for her here for a long time and she won't come. It stands to reason that she should have died a long time ago!"

Qing Huan hurriedly said: "How could she die? When I died, she was young and just pregnant!"

The little girl said: "She should have died when she was twelve because she was going to take my place."

"No!" Qing Huan blurted out. "She's not dead, she's not going to die, why don't you let me take your place, it just so happens that I don't want to be reincarnated. I..."

The little girl smiled and said, "Sister, are you willing to stay? Your breath is very clean, you can stay here, if you replace He Lianfang, she can live, and You can go back to the age of twelve and live again!"

Qing Huan nodded hurriedly: "I will."

"Okay, then we're done." The little girl smiled contentedly and walked over to hold Qing Huan's hand. "You come with me."

How ruthless the scholar is, when he heard what the master said about the medicine introduction, he was just stunned, and solemnly said that he would get it for the princess.

That is the heart of the fox demon.

In the five years of getting along day and night, I have also had red sleeves and fragrance, cold clothes at night, and meek hands to study ink, laughing and laughing. Under the starry sky, the scholar once held her hands and asked her to wait for him, and she did so.

However, she never imagined that she would be greeted by death.

The neidan of the fox demon had long been swallowed by the scholar and had already lost its mana. The scholar cut open her chest while the fox demon was sleeping peacefully on the couch. middle.

I thought that the scholar would be satisfied with her heart, but who knows how ruthless this person is. In order to fear that her family will come to seek revenge, he conspired with the mage to burn down her cave in the mountain. Three mouths, all of them were blocked in the cave, with no bones left, and ashes!

Many of them are little foxes who have not yet started to cultivate, and their minds are uncivilized. There are also sisters who have cultivated into human form, but the Hu family, they eat dew and dew, and have never slaughtered anyone. life!

How can the fox demon not complain?

Although the fox demon is not human, it has a pure and kind temperament. How can I not be heartbroken by this catastrophe. She hated the scholar for being ruthless, and regretted that she was blind, and her only wish was to expose the scholar's true colors and let him get the punishment he deserved. However, the scholar has returned to the capital holding her heart. With the introduction of this herbal medicine, the princess' chronic illness was quickly cured. Now the scholar has become a concubine and is ambitious to make a career.

The fox demon doesn't know, doesn't Qing Huan know? This is the legendary crossing man!

Scholars in modern times have heard the story of the fox demon, the tale of a fairy tale, who hasn't read it? So when he just traveled to ancient times, when he found out that this was a world he had never heard of, he was excited, but in a blink of an eye he realized that he was a down-and-out scholar, and he was very anxious—he studied civil engineering in modern times, and could be a career in ancient times. Do you want to eat?

Fortunately, there is a silly fox demon.

The scholar also likes to read some fantasy horror novels. He knows how troublesome it is to get involved with the five immortals such as fox, yellow skin, hedgehog, etc., so after taking away the heart of the fox demon, he has to cut the grass and root it. All the little forty-three foxes died, and from now on, he could rest easy.

But his goal is far more than just being a concubine. He has great ambitions, and he wants to be the most powerful minister! At first, the scholar thought about rebelling and becoming the emperor, opening the harem and embracing beauties all over the world, but when he saw Emperor Panlong, his heart retreated. Emperor Panlong was by no means someone he could deal with. Emperor, playing with power has already reached its peak, so this scholar on the throne should not think about it.