428 Reality (1)

Qin Qiu: "???"

Ye Yuxuan's expression cramped? Why is this expression?

Facial paralysis for too long and finally got facial tics?

Qin Qiu said cautiously, "You, have you been religious recently?"

The soul jumped out, the next sentence is not God created the world.

Ye Yuxuan lowered his head quietly, but his dark eyes stared at the hospital.

"I know what her name is."

Qin Qiu couldn't respond for a while, "Who?"

Ye Yuxuan whispered softly, "Weiwei, Bai Weiwei..."

These words were lightly biting on his lips, with a few traces of persistent affection.

"I saw that on the Sansheng Stone, her name was clearly written on it."

On the Sansheng Stone, the names of Ji Yongchuan and Bai Weiwei covered the entire stone, densely packed.

It's all the man in the dream, with a finger and a stroke.

Words are blurred, madly sad.

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The blood-red mist filled the air, and the gloomy ghostly aura entangled the entire Naihe Bridge.

When the ghosts cross the bridge, they all tremble.

On the Sansheng Stone, the bloody strokes covered the entire blue-gray stone.

Over the years, the stone turned almost blood-brown.

Mother Meng weighed the amount of Meng Po soup with a spoon, "It's not enough, you all line up."

This remark made all the ghosts in line indignant.

But Meng Po's words silenced all the ghosts.

"Meng Po's soup was taken away by the ghost king, and my wife has no choice but to boil it day and night."

A new ghost was puzzled: "Why does the ghost king need so much Mengpo soup?"

Madam Meng raised her old eyes and looked at Wangchuan River, "They all say that if you don't reincarnate, if you don't reincarnate and soak the Wangchuan River for thousands of years, you can exchange a lifetime of love for an infatuated ghost."

In the blood-colored river, a tall and tall figure stood in the middle of the river.

The blood-colored robe fluttered with the river water.

Madam Meng turned her eyes back, "But who can bear it and forget the thousand years of torture by the Chuan River."

So I can only drink Meng Po soup over and over again.

I just want to forget that woman for a second and get a moment of peace.

"Little brother..."

In the river, she smiled brightly and cutely, and reached out to hold his hand.

Ji Yongchuan stretched out his hand stupidly, but touched the cold water, her face was shattered, and only a fragmented body remained.

He stared blankly, the severe pain came from his limbs, every bone was tortured by the water of the Wangchuan River.

And the river is like a mirror projector.

Keep showing him the best of her.

Once again, in the cruelest way, it was broken in front of his eyes.

Ji Yongchuan didn't know how many years he stayed on the Wangchuan River. He killed all the ghosts who feasted on her.

To this day, the rivers of hell are red.

Then he used the bones of hell, the grievances accumulated by all the ghosts, and the most terrifying way of calling, but he couldn't call back the soul he wanted.

Then he kept trying various methods.

Can't find her.

Shouldn't be found.

He didn't devour her soul back then, and he became the ghost king because he absorbed enough ghost energy.

So she didn't lose her soul, her soul should still be there.

I haven't seen her reincarnated, I haven't seen her cross the Naihe Bridge, I haven't seen her drink Meng Po soup.

Constantly looking in the mirror of the world, those who have been reincarnated.

Constantly looking for his familiar back among those new ghosts.

He has been disappointed too many times, and it is time to despair.

Ji Yongchuan chose the most hopeless path.

Like those useless ghosts, they kept soaking in the water of the Wangchuan River.

I heard that soaking for thousands of years can exchange for a lifetime of love.

Even if he lives for a hundred years, as long as they can be together, he can spend ten thousand years in this river.