429 Reality (2)

But he knew the legend. It's just a lie left by the Forgotten River deceiver.

How many years of soaking he could not exchange for meeting her for the first time.

Ji Yongchuan is willing to be in the river every day, but he just wants to see her.

The river will repeatedly show the best side and the cruelest side of the person he loves the most, repeatedly torturing the ghosts in the Wangchuan River.

How many ghosts collapse like this.

Every time Ji Yongchuan was about to collapse, he would climb ashore and drink Meng Po soup.

Mother Meng sometimes dislikes him for drinking too much and refuses to give it.

He beat her up.

After a long time, ghosts crossing the bridge will see the bright red scenery.

The ghost king, in red robes and silver armor, with high black hair, holding a wine bottle full of Meng Po soup in his hand, sat beside the Sansheng Stone and wrote his name on the stone with his fingers.

Ji Yongchuan.

Bai Weiwei.

The two names are densely packed.

His ten fingers were covered in blood, and he could see the bones between the flesh and blood.

Or, seeing the ghost king soaking in the river, staring blankly at the river, as if he was missing someone.

When Bai Wen passed the Naihe Bridge, he saw Ji Yongchuan staring at Sanshengshi, and he drank Mengpo soup while writing his name.

Bai Wen was indifferent and asked Po Meng for soup.

Madam Meng reluctantly clasped the bucket with a spoon and reluctantly collected half a bowl for Bai Wen.

Bai Wen frowned when she saw her slamming and said, "It's only half a bowl, do you think I was born to be half a ghost-killing expert?"

Half a bowl can forget what.

Madam Meng glanced at him lightly, "It's alright, you have nothing to worry about in your life, and your mood is so empty, half a bowl is enough to make you forget everything."

Bai Wen: It feels like he is an idiot.

Bai Wen took the soup and walked to Ji Yongchuan.

He said coldly, "Ji Yongchuan."

Ji Yongchuan didn't hear it, and continued to drink Mengpo soup.

Bai Wen calmly said, "Give me some soup."

Ji Yongchuan didn't even look back. After drinking a bottle of Meng Po soup, he barely remembered who was next to him.

Then Bai Wen saw him, reached out and robbed the poor half bowl of soup in his hand and drank it.

Bai Wen: "..."

After Ji Yongchuan finished drinking, he continued to write his name on the Sansheng stone with his bone.

Bai Wen could only wait for Madam Meng to cook the soup. He calmly watched Ji Yongchuan's self-harm.

"My niece became a sacrifice for you. I should have gotten revenge on you, but seeing you like this, I feel that your life is more painful than being lost, so you can do whatever you want."

Ji Yongchuan was silent.

Bai Wen waited for a few days, the soup was ready, and he was about to drink it when he remembered something.

"I was born with celestial eyes, but I have never used them in my life. The celestial eyes can see through the world and find souls..."

Ji Yongchuan stood up suddenly, reached out and grabbed Bai Wen's collar, and slammed into the stone.

His eyes were bloody, "Quick, let's see where she is?"

Bai Wen held the soup with one hand, for fear of spilling it, and he didn't bother to bother with Ji Yongchuan, a fool.

He undid the seal on his left eye with one hand, and the color of his eye was eerily white.

Suddenly the white turned into an eerie blue.

The blue gradually thickened and eventually returned to white.

Bai Wen frowned and looked puzzled, "Her soul has disappeared. It's not here. There is no trace of her in the world of ghosts, immortals, and Buddhas. You can't wait for her, so give it up."

Ji Yongchuan's hope turned to despair.

His dark eyes trembled violently.

"I don't believe it, I didn't devour her soul, she couldn't be here."