From here, go forward, what is the place where you can't see your fingers, step on the dark land under your feet, and breathe the dark air
Qing Huan didn't know.
She had been waiting for the little girl to appear, but ever since she decided to stay, the little girl had warned her not to violate the laws of nature and cause and effect. Since then, Qing Huan has never heard her voice again. She thought that the little girl would appear when she came back here, but Qing Huan had been waiting here for a long time, so long that she didn't even remember how long it had passed. From beginning to end, the little girl never reappeared. The thatched hut also disappeared overnight, and there was nothing in the middle of the bridge except for the fire, the table and the soul-inducing banner.
Qing Huan walked slowly to the side of the bridge. The Wangchuan River under the bridge was calm and calm, and there were no ghosts struggling and howling that they had seen before. She thought for a while, then went back to the stove, picked up the cattail fan and fanned the fire lightly so that it would not go out, but after thinking about it, the fire here would never go out.
She waited for a long time, but no one came. If it wasn't for her clear memory, she would even think that the little girl never appeared from the beginning to the end. Qing Huan sat at the table every day, quietly looking at the dark distance.
Until this day, the water of the Wangchuan River began to boil as if boiling, and the cries of ghosts began to be heard on the river again. Sitting in the same place, Qing Huan saw a woman approaching from a distance. The resentment of the ghosts in the Wangchuan River condensed and poured into the stove one by one, becoming a long-lasting fire. And the hot soup in the pot also started bubbling, so cloudy that the original color could not be seen. In this world, there are seven emotions and six desires, ups and downs, so when everyone drinks this soup, the taste is not exactly the same.
Strange to say, every time the woman took a step, water dripped from her body, and the water trail slowly extended along her steps. Her face was pale and swollen, obviously soaked in water for a long time, but even so, one could see how charming and beautiful she should have been in her lifetime. Not only that, but there was a dark red color on her skirt, as if blood was flowing out. Qing Huan suddenly discovered that as the female ghost approached, the muddy soup in the pot gradually became clearer. When the female ghost stopped, the soup was already crystal clear and exuded an attractive fragrance.
The ghosts in the Wangchuan River howled even louder. They stretched out their festering hands, opened their rotten mouths, and stared at the people on the bridge with eyeballs.
This is the sorrow of ghosts. If there are persistent obsessions, one is to stay in the mortal world and become a fierce ghost, and the other is to suffer day and night from the most painful memories before death before liberation. Unless you let go of your obsession, you will not be able to reincarnate forever. There are many such ghosts, not everyone of them has the good luck of the female ghost Qiqi, and very few people can cultivate great merit, so those who can't become ghosts and don't want to be reincarnated must jump off the bridge of Naihe , they couldn't even get to the middle of the bridge at all. Their obsession held them back, and only Wangchuan was their destination.
But even if they stay in this river for thousands of years and become crazy, only instinct remains, many ghosts can't forget their wishes and let go of their obsessions, so day after day, year after year. For people in Yangjian, one day in the sky and one year in the ground. But for the people in the underworld, especially the ghosts in the Wangchuan River, one day in the world is a hundred years in the Wangchuan River. They are in such a long time, entangled, painful, unable to break free.
Whenever a new ghost arrives, the ghosts who have lost their minds still surface and cry, hoping that this is the person they have been waiting for for a long time.
However, not after all.
Qing Huan sat at the table, watching the female ghost look at her eyes full of fear and anxiety. She murmured: "Where is this? Where is this?!" She looked panicked, as if she had lost her mind.
... She is not the owner of this place, so she spoke rashly, isn't it a bit preposterous? What's more, she herself is also a ghost with nowhere to go... But Qing Huan was soft-hearted, seeing the woman panicked, she said softly: "This is a place where people come after death, don't you know that you are already dead? "
The female ghost listened blankly. After a while, Fang shed tears and said: "Yes... I, I'm dead... I'm already... dead..." She sobbed, covering her face with her hands and began to cry.
For some reason, Qing Huan suddenly felt that maybe this was the second wish the little girl left for herself. What did she say at the beginning? He only said that if she could fulfill the wish of the first ghost she met when she left the thatched cottage, she would be able to restore her body... But she didn't promise that she could save her benefactor. Could it be because she didn't do enough
But her wish before that was indeed fulfilled.
This time, without Qing Huan asking, the female ghost slowly told her story...
It turned out that her name was Hongluan, and she was the daughter of a small family before she was alive, but she was born with a delicate and beautiful appearance. When she was fifteen years old, she was favored by Lord Shangshu, and she was accepted into the mansion as an aunt. Young and promising, Chu Chu treated her very well. But later, at the moment when she was most favored, Master Shang Shu brought back a woman. That woman was a gift from Lord Shangshu's court friends, although she is only pretty in appearance, she is very capable in skills, even Mrs. Shangshu is no match for her. In just a few months, she let Master Shangshu's heart fall on her, and Hong Luan was left out in the cold.
Even because of Hongluan's favor before, she even made careful calculations to make Master Shangshu think that Hongluan is a jealous woman who only knows how to fight for favor!
Hongluan is just a little girl, how can she be hostile to her? He couldn't even argue, but he fell into a disadvantage and couldn't get up no matter what.
If the matter ended here, the two parties would be safe and sound, but Hongluan became pregnant after being neglected by Master Shangshu! Mr. Shangshu is standing in the near future and has never had a child under his knees. He is not happy to learn that Hongluan is pregnant. She is naturally gentle and considerate to her, and dotes on her in every possible way. However, when Hongluan was three months pregnant, she had an accidental miscarriage!
Master Shang Shu was furious, but he didn't find out what was going on, so he had to let it go. Hongluan lost the fetus in her womb, and she became very old and haggard. Another year passed, and she was pregnant again!
This time, she was cautious and extremely cautious. The child was saved, but he was destroyed! I don't know where that aunt got the ability to inexplicably charge her with adultery! Master Shang Shu dotes on that woman, he almost obeys her, naturally he has no pity for Hongluan, and he sinks her alive without finding an adulterer!
With the flesh and blood in her belly, Hongluan died of injustice.
The soaring resentment stimulated the ghosts in the Wangchuan River, and Hongluan burst into tears: "The master is so cruel! I have followed him for several years, and I have never had any scheming to harm his beloved wife and concubine! But he is so ruthless, how... put me..."
Qing Huan could see clearly that all her resentment and hatred were aimed at that aunt. Although she complained about the master she spoke of, it was far from her love for him! "So, how are you doing?"
"I want to keep my two children and let them grow up safely... I also want that woman to be punished!" The female ghost Hongluan gritted her teeth.
Qing Huan looked at her and asked, "Where is that master?"
Hongluan was startled, hesitated for a long time, and said: "...he treats me mercilessly, why should I have feelings for him!" Thinking of the two children who died young, the love in Hongluan's heart turned into a monstrous hatred and anger.