Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (twelve)
He couldn't remember how long he had been waiting in Wangchuan.
He only vaguely remembered that he had some unfulfilled wish, many years ago—as for how many years ago, he didn't remember, anyway, it was too long, he no longer had the concept of time.
He was a murderer in his lifetime, and he didn't pay much attention to human life. Even if he fell into the river of forgetfulness after death, he was the most vicious one among the layers of evil spirits. Ghosts are not afraid of death and pain, so he is scarred and devoured countless souls.
All the ghosts are waiting.
One day, the man walked across the bridge, poking out his rotten face, to call, to cry, to wake up. But no one can wait, never has.
No one can climb out of the Wangchuan River. They are haunted by life after death, and all pain is magnified to a thousand times, thin, little by little, violently and softly tearing your soul.
Until one day, the new ghost threw himself into the river.
When she jumped down, she looked haggard and blood-stained, but she was holding a rough pipa tightly in her hand.
There are only two options for new ghosts to go to Wangchuan, one is to be swallowed by the old ghosts, and the other is to turn into a ghost and devour others. There are no exceptions for ghosts.
But the female ghost just huddled in the mud, trembling, and the ten thousand ghosts rushed towards her, tearing at her little flesh, trying to swallow her soul. She stayed there quietly, letting his ghost tear the flesh from her body, but her hands that exposed the bones were firmly protecting the pipa.
It wasn't until a ghost wanted to snatch her pipa that she showed her fangs, hesitantly but firmly, in order to protect the rough pipa.
The look in her eyes moved him, so he protected her well during the thousands of years she was in Wangchuan, and under his protection, she gradually became firm and calm, not sober like a ghost in Wangchuan. No matter how much time passed, she never dropped the pipa and hugged it quietly, but she didn't remember anything about her life.
The ghost in Wangchuan, no one can remember the past.
Later, later.
The Naihe Bridge changed its owner, and the god Meng Po descended, so the evil spirits in the Wangchuan River had a chance to leave.
She is chosen.
At that time, she didn't remember anything, only remembering to grab her lute. But when she was summoned by the Great God Meng Po, she secretly brought him into it and took him out.
He exhausted all the strength of his soul to repair the pipa for her, making the bones smooth and white, making the bones tough and elastic, so that the pipa can play the sound. Then he stayed quietly in the pipa, waiting to devour more souls and create a soul for himself. Even without the permission of Meng Po, he can still regain his freedom.
In the first world, he was in the pipa, watching her get married.
In the second world, he was in the pipa, spending his whole life with her.
The third world, the fourth world, the fifth world, he is in the pipa.
look at her.
This person wants to go back so much, such a soft heart is not suitable to exist in this world, unless there is his protection.
He couldn't think of anything, his mind was blank except for her.
But this person, from the beginning to the end, never had feelings for him, and until the end, he never even let him decide to sacrifice himself.
Her life's love, hate, tears, and sighs are all swallowed up by him now, including her soul, which has completely become a part of him ever since. The dry bones in his arms were dry and tormenting, and he refused to let go.
The sky was black with lightning and thunder, and everything in the world seemed to have ceased to exist, except for this black energy-ridden young man, who showed his pitch-black eyes. Wherever the black energy went, the palace servants would fall down in response. He originally wanted to absorb the souls of these people, but for some reason, her face seemed to appear in front of him, smiling slightly, the corners of her eyes and brows were touching and slightly sad.
The emperor and empress Zhou were completely petrified, and now there are only two of them left in the entire palace. At this time, they suddenly heard the childish voice: "Father emperor! Mother empress!"
Then I saw two little children running in, and they seemed to be frightened by the vision from the sky, causing them to fall while running.
Seeing the young man's eyes turning stiffly and slowly to the two children, Empress Zhou immediately made a shrill voice: "No! No!—"
It's a pity that it was too late, the black air wrapped around the children's necks, the two children rolled their eyes because of this, and there were creaking sounds in their throats. The young man tilted his head, as if he didn't understand why life was so fragile. He stretched out his hand and picked up the two children, with a smile on his lips.
He doesn't like straightforward killing, he prefers to torture people from body to soul until they collapse, and then devour them. A soul full of resentment and despair is the most delicious.
But no one can be more beautiful than her soul.
Even after the millennium of Wangchuan, it is still clean, stained with sadness and sighs, and still remains pure.
Such a person is not suitable to be in Wangchuan, nor is it suitable to be in the world. She was too soft-hearted, so she couldn't hurt anyone, so the only one who died was herself.
He had never seen that person clearly. She would bear great pain even when she lived and died. The fate beyond her control made her infinitely close to self-hate and self-abandon. If the First Prince didn't die, she wouldn't exist for long.
It was the man in front of her who controlled her life's love, hate, sorrow and joy, made her cry for it, made her wait all her life, made her finally choose to let go.
People who are too greedy often end badly. So black air enveloped the emperor's limbs, and then the young man asked Queen Zhou: "Choose one, who do you want to live?"
Queen Zhou's eyes widened suddenly! She looked at the emperor, then at the two children, and kept shaking her head: "No... no! I don't choose! I don't choose!"
With a click, the emperor's dragon robe was stained with blood, and he had already lost a leg.
Empress Zhou hesitated for another second, and the emperor lost another arm.
Until Queen Zhou burst into tears and shouted: "I choose! I choose!"
"I, I... I choose..." Her eyes wandered between the emperor and the child, and finally she gritted her teeth, "I choose the Holy One!"
Hearing this, the young man suddenly chuckled, and mockingly said to Queen Zhou, "Really?"
The black air was all-pervasive in an instant, and the emperor let out a horrifying howl, struggling and writhing in the black air, and finally his flesh and bones disappeared completely, while a ball of white light seemed to want to escape, but in the end, he was still entangled in the black air, a little One point, devoured cleanly.
Empress Zhou screamed: "I have chosen the Holy One! I have chosen the Holy One!"
The young man smiled and asked her, "Oh, so what?"
He looked at the two children in his hands as if playing, "Come on, these two children, which one do you want?"
Empress Zhou took a deep breath. She was flustered at first, but the appearance of the young man made her frightened and frightened. Seeing with her own eyes that her beloved was swallowed up to the point that not even a bone was left, her psychological defense had already collapsed. The two children were crying loudly. Queen Zhou remembered that she had chosen the Holy One before, but the young man had destroyed him. So, so...
If the second prince is still there, he can ascend the throne as the emperor in the future, and if he survives by luck, he will still be the empress dowager. So... She gritted her teeth: "Daughter!"
The smiling eyes of the young man seemed to see through her, and he easily played with the heart in the palm of his hand, "As you wish."
The little child just whimpered, and was broken into countless fragments by the black air in an instant, before disappearing in front of Queen Zhou.
"There is one left, what should I do?" The young man seemed very distressed, he asked Queen Zhou, "Look, I said that there is no such thing as empathy in the world, now you can understand her pain, right?" Unfortunately, it was too short Well, it should take this woman a thousand or ten thousand years of pain to be worth the torment that woman suffered in Wangchuan.
"No no no no no—" Empress Zhou scratched her hair, screamed sharply, and rushed towards the young man recklessly, but the black air quickly penetrated her brain, and finally she fell to the ground and died with her eyes wide open , the soul also did not escape the fate of being swallowed.
The young man savored the taste of Empress Next Week's soul carefully, and made a nauseous expression, "It's really unpalatable."
It was fishy and smelly, disgusting.
The little girl in the black air was terrified. She stared wide-eyed and watched her parents die tragically in front of her. Then she tremblingly looked at the black-eyed young man. The little child was frightened stupidly. Silly, unable to speak, only know tears.
The eyes are beautiful, black and white are distinct, and the cleanliness and innocence unique to children are contained in them. The young man is a little lost in thought, but this is only because he thinks of Yin Sunu.
Clean, after being forced to stain black, trying to wash it off, but all in vain.
He let go of his hand, and let the little girl fall to the ground. The little girl struggled a few times on the ground, but she was so frightened that she had no strength left. She couldn't even crawl, let alone run. The young man didn't give her another look of pity, but embraced the dead bones, and used black air to crush all the bones belonging to the emperor on the ground into powder.
He took two steps, then turned around, picked up the gorgeous imperial concubine's attire, carefully wrapped up the dead bones, and then walked out.
It was still pitch black outside, with lightning and thunder, and visions from the sky. No one knew whether this was a punishment from heaven to the people of this country and the common people. Wherever the youth went, the living died.
But it was just dead, he let go of all his souls like fireworks, lowered his head and asked the silent bones in his arms: "Does it look good?"
At the bottom of the Wangchuan River, mud and rotten flesh, bones and remnants of soul, everything is darkness, everything is nothingness, but she is the only color.
Just let this world go with you, the good, the bad, the clean, the dirty, and eventually perish. This is the only evidence that you exist between heaven and earth.
The young man raised his hand, and the black air gradually formed a huge thunder cloud in the air. He watched the mortals running and crying with cold eyes, and raised his finger slightly, but there was a soft voice.
"enough."