Qi Yu's soul was tampered with by the old man, as it should be, Qing Huan could only put it in the Wangchuan River, and after waiting for a thousand years, it would naturally be able to wash away the filth and gain a new life.
It's just... Qing Huan glanced at the Bianhua flowers on the roadside indifferently. When the flowers bloom, the leaves don't appear, and the leaves don't look like the flowers.
When she left the world of the female ghost Qi Yu, she sealed the jade tomb completely. She didn't care if she would be discovered in the future, but right now she still needed the tomb to continue to exist.
Until the day she is absolutely sure.
Mo Ze only felt that his master seemed to be in a bad mood since someone snatched the ghost from his eyes, so even though Qing Huan came back, he didn't dare to rush up and hug Qing Huan's thigh to act like a coquettish fool like before, but Sitting obediently on the stool, she really wanted to know what Qing Huan was thinking.
After a while, he saw that the other side of the flower gradually spread to Huangquan Road, connecting the end of the bridge and the other end of the bridge, but there was not a single plant on the bridge, so he couldn't help his curiosity, so he asked Qing Huan: "Master, Why did you change the place for this flower?"
"It's ugly and densely packed, I don't want to see it."
Mo Ze nodded half-understood, always felt that the master seemed to have something to say, but he couldn't hear anything.
Qing Huan used this random reason because she was too lazy to explain. She was in a bad mood and didn't want to waste time here, so she said to Mo Ze, "After I left, did ghosts come?"
Speaking of this, Mo Ze remembered: "No one came, but I heard someone calling for help."
"Huh?" Qing Huan raised her eyebrows in surprise. "No one came, but someone called for help? What's the point?"
Mo Ze shook his little head, how could he know.
Qing Huan didn't say anything, but just at this moment, when she heard that cry for help, Mo Ze immediately widened her eyes, and Ji Guang and Xiao Hei also pricked up their ears, looking around carefully, but Did not see any vision. It wasn't until Xiao Hei barked at Huangquan Road that Qing Huan raised her eyes to look there.
The one who came was a female ghost. It might not be appropriate to say that she is a ghost, because there is still a sun flame on her celestial cap, so she is obviously a living person, but how could a living person reach Naihe Bridge? Qing Huan stretched out her hand, and Mo Ze turned into a book of life and death and spread it in her palm. The pages of the book were flipped over, this person's lifespan is not over yet, his body is still alive, how did the ghost arrive at Naihe Bridge
"Help me... save me... I beg you, save me, let me go..." The female ghost's eyes were blank, and Qing Huan felt that this seemed to be a disease of leaving the soul. That is to say, this person should go to Naihe Bridge after death, but his body was still alive before his death, and his lifespan was not exhausted, but he became crazy because he couldn't bear it.
Before, it wasn't that there were people with unfinished lives, but those who had no body and were still alive but lost their souls. Qing Huan greeted the female ghost, pulled her to the table and sat down, only to hear the voice of the female ghost begging for help incessantly.
She couldn't stop trembling, whether her body or her soul, it seemed that she had been terribly frightened. Qing Huan tried to comfort her, but it was useless. Unless she used strong means, she could only wait for the female ghost to calm down on her own.
Qing Huan said softly again: "Don't be afraid, you are already safe, no one will hurt you here, don't be afraid." As she spoke, she gently stroked the female ghost's back.
The female ghost was still trembling, and I don't know how long it took before she calmed down, her face was full of panic and fear, when she saw Qing Huan, she was shocked: "You, you are..."
"My name is Qing Huan, and you, what's your name?" Qing Huan asked softly, for fear of scaring the female ghost again.
The female ghost hurriedly looked around, and found that this was not the hell on earth she was staying in, so she was relieved, and saw that she was not wearing those revealing and vulgar clothes, but a normal dress, the whole ghost seemed to be relieved, and the fear still remained Fear, but it is no longer like before. "My name is... Song Xing."
"Good name." Qing Huan's voice was softer, for fear of scaring the girl. "Then where are you from?"
The female ghost Song Xing's lips twitched a few times, but she didn't speak. Qing Huan has been looking at her patiently, with a gentle smile on her lips. Finally, Song Xing seemed to be sure that Qing Huan was not a bad person, but countless times of teasing and deceiving made her dare not trust the woman in front of her rashly. She carefully looked at Qing Huan from head to toe several times, "I can't believe you, are you, are you theirs? Trainer... something like that?"
It was the first time Qing Huan was given such a title, she was a little hurt, how could she look like a trainer? "I'm not, why do you think so?"
"In the past, they relaxed my guard a little bit. I, I managed to avoid the monitoring and escape, but it was just a scam. All the doors opened along the way led to that room. I escaped so many times. times, none of them succeeded. Even if I thought I succeeded, it was the beginning of another torment."
Hearing this, Qing Huan probably understood what she had gone through. She let out a soft cry, then looked softly at the female ghost Song Xing, and asked her, "But why did you appear here? This is a place where only the dead can come."
Song Xing was stunned for a moment: "You mean... I'm dead?"
There used to be ghosts who died without knowing it, but they reacted in disbelief or anxiety or anxiety, but no one would be like Song Xing, she was actually happy! ecstatic! "I'm dead? That's great! I'm finally dead! I finally don't have to suffer any more, I'm dead! Hahaha I'm dead..." Weeping with joy.
This... what's the reaction? Moze felt weird.
Qing Huan looked at the female ghost Song Xing with pity, but had to remind her: "Good boy, you are not dead yet."
"What?" The smile on Song Xing's face disappeared instantly.
Qing Huan told her: "You just suffered too much torture, and the shock passed for a while, which led to your soul coming to me, but in fact, you have to live for another five years, and after five years, your lifespan will expire. So... I'm sorry, I have to send you back."
"No!" Song Xing yelled in fear: "I won't go back... I won't go back! I'm dead, I'm dead!"
"You didn't die. In fact, you won't die in the next five years. Whether you jump off a building, cut your wrists, or even crash into a car and shoot... Whatever, you won't die, because your lifespan is a fixed number , there will never be any change.”
"No—it's not like that! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Song Xing desperately shook his head and refused to believe Qing Huan's words. "I don't want to suffer so much anymore, please, let me die! Let me die!" She rushed over to hug Qing Huan's calf, then let go immediately, knelt on the ground and began to buckle. Every time I kowtow, I beg Qing Huan once, and I can see that Qing Huan is extremely sad.
After all, she was soft-hearted, so she bent down and forcefully helped Song Xing up: "Stop kneeling, I promise you."
Song Xing revealed ecstasy: "Really, really?"
"It's true." Qing Huan looked at her. "But you have to pay the price."
"Anything is fine!" She didn't know what could cry more bitterly than the days when she was alive! Endless reception, training, teasing, insulting... She has lived this kind of life for three years, and she can't go on anymore!
Qing Huan said: "You should think about it carefully. If you are willing to go back and die five years later, I will seek justice for you after you die, and then you can reincarnate without any worries. But if you choose to die now , it doesn’t matter, I can live for you for five years, and fulfill your wish in these five years. But, as a price, you have to jump off this river and stay in it for a hundred years before you can be reincarnated as a human being.” After finishing speaking, Qing Huan added, "River of Ten Thousand Ghosts, you will suffer no less than living."
Song Xing asked: "Will dignity and personality be trampled by thousands of people?"
Qing Huan shook her head: "After jumping down, you will soon lose your mind and only be crazy. But you can rest assured that after a hundred years, you will return to normal, and I will personally send you to reincarnate."
So Song Xing said without thinking, "I agree."
Qing Huan sighed, "It's a deal."
Song Xing didn't speak, and she didn't know where her courage and courage came from, who seemed weak. She ran to the bridge deck in a few steps, jumped down, and was swallowed by the river in an instant.
What kind of life did she live before she was alive that made her prefer to be tortured by thousands of ghosts for a hundred years, rather than live another five years in the mortal world
How does one truly destroy a person? Hurt him, kill him, it doesn't count. Because even after death, the soul and spirit still exist. The real destruction is the trampling and insult from the mind to the body, the discouragement of asking for heaven and earth, and the mental torture of facing hopelessness countless times in the end. Especially for a woman, even more so.
Nothing destroys a woman more easily than ravaging her mind and body.
Before Qing Huan opened her eyes, she felt severe pain in her body. She gasped, feeling the dilapidation of this body from the inside out. It looked like he had been severely punished, no wonder Song Xing went to Naihe Bridge before he died.
She struggled to get up from the ground, only to realize that she was locked in a small room with only one dim light on. Qing Huan sharply raised her head. Sure enough, there were cameras in the four corners of the room, which recorded Song Xing's physical condition completely and faithfully.
Qing Huan didn't know who was watching behind the camera, but her keen sixth sense told her that someone was indeed admiring her at this moment—no, to be precise, it should be appreciating the ugly appearance of "Song Xing".
She looked at the clothes on her body again - wearing them was equivalent to not wearing them, and with a little movement, the three points were clearly visible. What the hell is this place
In fact, agreeing to help Song Xing also has part of Qing Huan's selfishness. She vaguely felt that there were several worlds, and whenever she chose a world where a man had sex or spent her life together, someone always seemed to follow her. It's just that she wasn't sure who it was—some worlds she couldn't remember very well.
Who knows where this person followed her, and where did he come from. In the world of the female ghost Qi Yu, she unexpectedly discovered the tombs of herself and Jing Shaoyou. Qing Huan had returned to the world before she was alive. She knew at that time that Jing Shaoyou married her tablet, and after death, she also chose two They were buried together, but how could they be buried in the jade tomb, so deep? Qing Huan didn't believe that she chose to be under an underground tomb, saying that there was no plan in it.
In the previous few worlds, she confirmed through experiments that there are indeed people following her, and the flower of the other shore is a good proof. So, starting from this world, she will continue to experiment to see how that person followed her.
The female ghost Song Xing was supposed to die five years later, and she was supposed to arrive at the Naihe Bridge five years later. During this period, other ghosts would appear on the Naihe Bridge. Before coming here, Qing Huan had never counted or read Song Xing's life in the book of life and death.
She had the right to treat herself as a novice and not use any power that does not belong to this world, and then see if that person can still find her, and will appear in front of her.
In other words, Qing Huan didn't know anything about Song Xing's situation, she didn't ask, and she didn't count.
It was as if she was the Qing Huan from a long time ago, who knew nothing about the position of Po Meng, and was still small and weak.
Just don't let anyone bully you.
Because the light was too dim, Qing Huan tried to let herself see clearly the furnishings in the room, but when she took a step, she realized that her feet were in shackles. This body was riddled with holes, and it fell to the ground directly.
Soon she heard the man's deep and playful laughter. Looking up, there are speakers on the table. Qing Huan stretched out her hand and tugged at the shackles—even if she didn't use her strength, she could still open the lock, but it's better to keep a low profile and bide your time.
The man on the loudspeaker spoke again: "Little bitch, what's the matter, is this feeling good, huh? You are lucky to wake up, I thought you were going to die!" There was malice and regret, but he quickly said: "But don't worry, my young master has a lot of time recently, and I can have fun with you."
Evil laughter makes goosebumps rise. That was the natural reaction of this body, not that Qing Huan was afraid, but she told Qing Huan from the side that this man tortured Song Xing for a day or two, so that Song Xing would be filled with fear when he heard his voice.
Presumably he said that because he wanted to see Song Xing's face full of fear, right
Qing Huan was not as good as he wanted: "Really, that's really my honor."
The man didn't seem to expect her to start resisting again, and he was amazed: "I thought your edges and corners had been smoothed, but I didn't expect it to be so tasty. Why, did this escape make the stubbornness in your bones come out again? It's a pity. It's a pity that no matter how stubborn you are, he won't believe you anymore."
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Qing Huan caught the word. There was a flash of light in her eyes, and then she smiled at the camera. She had seen Song Xing's face before, so she couldn't deny that Song Xing was definitely a beauty, and she was an extremely outstanding beauty. After occupying this body, Qing Huan naturally knew from which angle to smile to look amazingly beautiful.
Song Xing and the others who are full of fear and anxiety should be tired of playing, so let's try something new.
The man took a breath over there, and took it as a surprise. She tried tugging on the shackles again, but to no avail.
Soon, the man said: "Little bitch, you will beg me later!"
Then there was a beep, and the speaker was turned off.
About three minutes later, the door of the small room was pushed open, Qing Huan was stung by the light outside, and it was difficult to adapt for a while, a tall man appeared at the door, folded his hands on his chest and teased: "Hey, what's the matter?" This is, wasn't Miss Song still smug just now? Why, now seeing this young master, you're frightened?"
While talking, he moved closer to Qing Huan, and lightly licked his thin lips with the tip of his red tongue, "Actually, I've been tired of playing with you for a long time. If it wasn't for the little princess still thinking about you, I wouldn't have the time to come to you. Tsk, you say You, why are you so disobedient..." His fingers slowly slid across Qing Huan's face, because he knew that her sharp teeth had already been pulled out, so he was not afraid at all.
What he didn't expect was that when Qing Huan's index finger was touching Qing Huan's lips, she opened her mouth and bit her.
Of course you don't use any force, otherwise Qing Huan will only be greeted with a resounding slap. She just looked at the man winkingly, and then let go, her movements were very gentle, but her words were very rude: "Be careful, if you lose a finger, it will be ugly."
The man laughed: "Don't worry, the medicine in the Federation is very advanced, and a severed finger can be reattached within 24 hours. You should consider that if you accidentally bite off my finger and swallow it in your stomach, then I will be counted as a doctor." No matter how reluctant you are, I'm afraid I have to cut open your stomach and take out my fingers, don't you think so?" He pinched Qing Huan's face like pinching a toy. "If you are obedient, you will live a long life."
Qing Huan stared at him intently. The man hadn't seen a woman so boldly staring at him for a long time, and he found it interesting for a while. Song Xing was the most interesting woman he had ever seen. When he first arrived here , stubborn and unyielding, that was the period when he liked her the most. It's a pity that it was tidied up later, called doing everything, without the challenge, and naturally there is no fun.
Unexpectedly, she has changed again now, and this change makes the man optimistic. For this reason, he doesn't mind treating her a little better. In short, he has fulfilled the little princess's request, and Leng Jue has long since lost his feelings for this woman. After all, Song Xing is a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in his hands. He rounded and flattened them.
Qing Huan asked: "How do you know that I definitely want to live?"
"Of course you want to live." The man said naturally, "I didn't expect that after three years, thousands of people sleep and ten thousand people ride, you still can't forget Leng Jue. It's a pity that Leng Jue is already engaged to the little princess. You have become the past tense. But you are a woman who does not shed tears when she sees the coffin. Isn’t she running away countless times to find Leng Jue to explain? It’s useless, darling. You betrayed him, so naturally you won't listen to your explanation. Not to mention that he is accompanied by a beautiful woman now, how can he think of you three years ago?"
"Don't be blindly confident, and don't trust men's love too much."
"You can see clearly, is it because you are such a man?"
"I'm not." The man spread his hands. "I'm just an ordinary businessman. If the little princess entrusts you to me, I will naturally do things for her. How can I compare with the future son-in-law?"
The son-in-law... the little princess... Qing Huan couldn't figure out whether it was modern or ancient. But this is not important at the moment, it is first to get out of the current situation. "So you won't let me go."
This is an affirmative sentence, of course. The man shrugged his shoulders and changed his position, only then did Qing Huan see that he had a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, which were charming, but his face was ordinary. Distracted, making him look unfathomable.
And unexpected harmony.
"Why am I willing to let you go? All the women who come here are extremely boring, but you are my favorite." The man curled up Qing Huan's long lock of hair with his fingertips, and put it on his lips gently a kiss. "You should be thankful that your unusual behavior has once again caught my attention, otherwise, you should be facing a pack of wolfhounds now."
"Thank you very much."
The man laughed again, hugged Qing Huan from the ground into his arms, saw the shackles, and asked the woman behind him to untie them. When the woman unshackled Qing Huan, she did not forget to give her a look, that look seemed to say: Little bitch, just wait for me!
The man carried Qing Huan out of the small black room. The cloth on her body was too scarce to be seen, but the people along the way all seemed to be turning a blind eye. Qing Huan carefully observed the terrain and felt that this place might be a club or something. The corridor was dark, and the man hugged her and walked around until he entered a room with all the tools.
Qing Huan looked around the room and those indescribable utensils. The man sitting opposite her seemed unprepared.
Because he knew what kind of woman Song Xing was. He is not afraid of what Song Xing will do to a woman who has no strength to restrain a chicken and dare not kill someone with a knife, not to mention that there are no weapons in this room, how could she smash him to death with a ball of mouth.
Besides, even if Song Xing really had the guts to kill him, he would be wanted by the federal government after he escaped. In this country with a constitutional monarchy, the imperial power is supreme. She offended the little princess, and it is God's mercy that she can still live. What else can she think
"drink."
A goblet was stuffed into Qing Huan's hand, she looked at the liquid, smelled the aroma of fine wine, and drank it into her belly. The man kept looking at her with a smile, "I don't have the capacity for alcohol, but I dare to drink so fast."
Qing Huan showed a very cunning smile. She threw away the goblet, and the goblet split into several pieces in an instant. Then, under the man's unbelievable eyes, Qing Huan grabbed the piece of glass on the ground at an astonishingly fast speed, and directly locked it. His throat, and then pressed the glass piece against his throat, smiled: "I'm sorry."
Show no mercy.
She has all Song Xing's memories of this man in her heart.