After Jiang Niannian died, her soul came to a strange place.
She felt a little uneasy and looked around.
Everything was red and black, the sky had noticeably darkened, and the air was filled with thick black fog.
Two people in strange costumes, one black and one white, appeared out of nowhere in front of him. The one in white was smiling all the time and wore a long hat with the words "You are here too~" on it. The one in black had a fierce look on his face and the words "I'm catching you~" were written on his long hat.
The corners of Jiang Niannian's mouth twitched. How come the Black and White Impermanence in the underworld are so down-to-earth
Without saying a word, the two men tied her up with a long black chain and walked forward. After a while, they arrived at a large hall.
A dark scene, in the middle of the night, with a bright mirror hanging high.
A judge sat in the center of the hall, with many people standing beside him, all wearing ghost masks.
Jiang Niannian felt hopeless.
Well, she must be dead.
She looked at the red wedding dress on her body and felt sad.
She missed Yin Buqi very much. She never expected that she would die on her wedding day.
They spent seventeen years relying on each other, but ultimately could not stay together.
Her heart skipped a beat, and a sour feeling slowly welled up over her, as if the blood could not bear the weight, and a swollen pain spread from her heart. She covered her eyes with her arms and held back the tiny sobs in her throat.
The judge looked at the book of life and death in his hand and asked her, "Who is the dead?"
Jiang Niannian wiped her tears and replied, "Jiang Niannian, date of birth unknown."
She came from a book, and the book did not give much description of this minor character.
The judge spoke in a ghostly voice, holding a gavel in his hand, and said, "How dare you! How dare you try to deceive me! There is no one named Jiang Niannian on the list of life and death who died today."
Jiang Niannian was stunned for a moment, then thought of something and said, "Then check Jiang Yan to see if there is any."
"No." The judge shook his head again and said, "First, force her to the reincarnation platform to see if she can remember anything."
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Jiang Niannian stood on the reincarnation platform.
The endless view was all white, with smoke lingering under her feet, slowly rising and then slowly dissipating.
It's like being in a dream, unreal and real.
While my consciousness was hazy, I saw a woman.
She was wearing a snow-white, loose robe with wide sleeves that trailed to the ground, and her hair was tied up in a loose bun.
Auspicious clouds flew past her from time to time, like flowing clouds in the blue sky.
She sat there quietly, as if embedded in a painting, with light shining through from behind, and her whole body seemed to emanate a faint, soft halo.
And although that face was exactly the same as hers, the beauty it exuded far exceeded her appearance.
The beauty is gentle, gentle to the extreme, gentle enough to encompass everything.
The world is so small, and she is the only one standing in it.
Jiang Niannian asked, "Who are you?"
The woman's eyelashes rolled up and she said lightly, "You're here."
Jiang Niannian had never heard such a comfortable sound, as if white clouds were floating across the sky, with a lingering charm, like listening to heavenly music.
The woman said, "Nian is another name for the intention in one's heart. All things are born from thoughts, good and evil are also born from thoughts. I have no surname, only the word Nian."