"Master, master! Where are you going?!"
In Meng Po's village, Mo Ze clings to Qing Huan like a round ball, not wanting to be separated from her for a moment. If it wasn't for Qing Huan walking forward, he would have hugged Qing Huan's leg tightly.
Qing Huan looked down at the little guy, wanted to laugh, and finally bent down to hug him and said, "I have something to do."
"Can you take me with you?" Mo Ze blinked his big eyes and acted infinitely cute, but it was useless, because Qing Huan shook his head, "You can't go with me."
"Why?"
Qing Huan walked towards Naihe Bridge with Mo Ze in her arms, and said as she walked, "Because you are not suitable to appear."
Mo Ze didn't understand this answer, but seeing his master taking it for granted, he was embarrassed to say that he didn't understand what she was talking about, so he just nodded blankly and laughed a few times, that little Appearance, dull and cute.
As the time spent with Qing Huan grew, Mo Ze became more and more humane. Where can I still see the slightest trace of the system? He has completely turned into an ordinary child, and I don't know whether his change is good or bad.
When he got to the bridge of Naihe, Mo Ze became even more puzzled. He looked left and right, but he really couldn't understand what the master wanted to do, so he opened his eyes and asked, "Master, the soul-calling banner and the soul-calling bell are still silent. What are you going to do?"
Qing Huan didn't answer, she put him on a high chair and sat on it, then walked slowly towards the bridge. As her footsteps gradually approached, the originally calm Wangchuan River gradually began to surge, and finally the waves were turbulent and shocking, and countless ghosts howled—even though they had lost their minds, they still felt hope.
Qing Huan didn't speak or move, but gradually, the boiling river calmed down again. At this moment, Qing Huan stretched out a hand, and soon, following her gesture, five ghosts followed Qing Huan's movement. Slowly emerge from the water. Standing still at first, then getting closer, closer and closer...
Five ghosts stood dripping wet on the bridge deck. Some of them couldn't see their faces clearly, some lacked arms and legs, and some even had only a torso and a head left, and their bodies were full of marks from being gnawed by ghost teeth. Because he didn't climb out of the Wangchuan River by himself, a lot of water gushed out with a slight movement.
They stood motionless in front of Qing Huan until Qing Huan briefly regained their consciousness.
But no one knows how many years have passed since he jumped into the Wangchuan River. Everyone is waiting and waiting in the river, hoping that the person they want to see will pass by the bridge and recognize them, or they will not leave easily because of that affection. No regrets!
But the truth is, no one can wait for the person they want to see. It is said that if you suffer in the Wangchuan River for a thousand years, if you still don't change your mind, you can climb out, but now time has become something immeasurable. When they first jumped, they all felt a deep and sharp pain. At first, they thought that they could not give in, but they still wanted to persevere, but as time passed, they finally lost themselves like the other ghosts in the Wangchuan River.
All good memories and fantasies have disappeared, and all that remains is despair, sadness and tyranny. There is no food in the Wangchuan River, and the ghosts suffer countless tortures every day. Although they are in the river, it is far beyond torture. They all felt that they were going to be unable to hold on any longer, but how could they easily give up with that unbearable breath in their hearts? !
"I selected the five ghosts with the deepest obsessions from the Wangchuan River, namely you." Qing Huan said with her hands behind her back, "However, do you know that the deeper the obsession, the more impossible it is to escape."
The ghosts did not speak.
Qing Huan didn't force them to respond either. For the ghosts who hadn't spoken for an unknown amount of time, they might have even forgotten what language is.
So Qing Huan directly offered the conditions: "I can send you back to the world before you were alive, and I can even grant each of you a wish."
Seeing that the ghosts were still silent, Qing Huan asked, "Why, don't you want to go back?"
Hearing this, the ghosts raised their heads at the same time, all of them were completely different, their faces had been bitten to pieces by the ghosts in the river, and one of the eyeballs fell to the neck, bloody. But because of staying in it for a long time, the skin and flesh have already festered and turned black. At first glance, it looks really disgusting.
"I have twenty-five missions here, and you can complete them for me. After the five missions are over, you can return to your own world. It's that simple. Do you want to do it?" Qing Huan tilted her head and smiled. "If you don't do it, I'm afraid I will ask you to jump down again."
They chose to jump down at the beginning because they never knew it would be so scary. They can't forget the years at the bottom of the river. If they didn't have sanity, they would only know madness, but now they have sanity.
So it went smoothly, and no one refused.
The ghosts couldn't speak, so Qing Huan tapped each of their eyebrows and reminded: "These tasks are all random, so you can do whatever you want, as long as the task is completed, I will not interfere with it, remember Are you staying?"
The ghosts nodded.
Qing Huan smiled and snapped her fingers, and the five ghosts on the bridge disappeared instantly. When they were gone, Mo Ze ran over to please Qing Huan: "Master, what's the matter? Why do you want them to complete the task? What task?"
"Mo Ze." Qing Huan didn't answer him, but lowered her head and talked to him seriously. Mo Ze subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and was about to shake his head to express his disobedience, but Qing Huan held his chubby face in his palm and kissed it lightly: "Good boy, I have something for you to do."
"What, what's the matter?" Mo Ze disliked his immorality in his heart, but his face turned red because of Qing Huan's light kiss.
"I will be away for a while, and you will be in charge of the Naihe Bridge during this time."
Hearing this, Mo Ze opened his mouth in shock: "Huh?"
"What you have to do is very simple, it is your old profession."
Old business... "The master wants me to be the system?"
"Yes, can it be done? Just build the system for these five people. You don't need to communicate with them, and you don't need to let them know of your existence. Just record and wait quietly for me to come back, okay?"
"Then master, where are you going?" In the end, the most important question on Moze's mind was still this.
But Qing Huan didn't tell him: "I don't know when I'm going this time, I figured it out, and when the last of the five ghosts returned to their own world, I probably came back."
Moze let out a silly oh, but he still didn't understand where the master was going.
Seeing him so cute, Qing Huan picked him up and kissed him again: "Good boy."
Mo Ze was embarrassed by this soft and sweet good boy, no matter what, he is an indomitable man, and of course he would go through fire and water for his master!
So in the end, Mo Ze was happily left behind, ready to complete the task assigned by the master, while Qing Huan looked a little dignified in the places that Mo Ze couldn't see, but more of them were exploring and curious about the unknown.
Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.
The first female ghost has already arrived in the mortal world. On the way of waking up, she heard a mysterious and strange voice telling her about the task to be carried out. The female ghost has been listening, and now she almost understands.
The world she lives in is not her own world, just like what Buddhism says, there are thousands of worlds and small worlds, and the combination of these countless worlds constitutes the so-called existence. And the world she is in now is in troubled times, hundreds of years after the rise of heroes. In the troubled times, one of the monarchs, named Shang, conquered the country with his own strength and sat firmly on the throne. However, when his throne was handed down to the twenty-eighth generation, something went wrong.
The new emperor was cruel and cruel, and his hands were stained with the blood of many innocent people. It is said that his favorite thing to do is to watch beauties dance, but he thinks that the women's dancing steps are not light enough, so he ordered people to throw the beauties on the red-hot coal fire, forcing them to sing and dance while laughing.
The tyrant doesn't seem to have any sympathy or compassion. What he likes to do most is to torture people. Once, several rebellious princes sent people to pay tribute and assassinate the tyrant, but the tyrant said "I'm going to leave for a while. Time needs you to take charge of the Naihe Bridge."
Hearing this, Mo Ze opened his mouth in shock: "Huh?"
"What you have to do is very simple, it is your old profession."
Old business... "The master wants me to be the system?"
"Yes, can it be done? Just build the system for these five people. You don't need to communicate with them, and you don't need to let them know of your existence. Just record and wait quietly for me to come back, okay?"
"Then master, where are you going?" In the end, the most important question on Moze's mind was still this.
But Qing Huan didn't tell him: "I don't know when I'm going this time, I figured it out, and when the last of the five ghosts returned to their own world, I probably came back."
Moze let out a silly oh, but he still didn't understand where the master was going.
Seeing him so cute, Qing Huan picked him up and kissed him again: "Good boy."
Mo Ze was embarrassed by this soft and sweet good boy, no matter what, he is an indomitable man, and of course he would go through fire and water for his master!
So in the end, Mo Ze was happily left behind, ready to complete the task assigned by the master, while Qing Huan looked a little dignified in the places that Mo Ze couldn't see, but more of them were exploring and curious about the unknown.
Two flowers bloom, each representing a branch.