[69 Book Bar - www.] The story of Bianhuahua makes people feel heartbroken and lament the impermanence of life and the bumpy fate, but they can't make the decision. At this moment, Hu Xiaoxian can only pray that she and Ji Yeche will be together.
Don't let there be so many twists and turns. I hope there will be a good ending.
Without thinking too much, Hu Xiaoxian caught up with the ghost as quickly as possible. She didn't want to become a lonely ghost on the road to hell, because she was not a ghost yet.
When they came here, the ghost officers all put away the guiding lights they were carrying. The fog here gradually dissipated with the breeze. A long and wide river suddenly appeared in front of them. The water in the river was fast and the water was blood-yellow.
It is full of lonely ghosts who have not yet reached the end of their lifespan and have committed many evil deeds and cannot be reincarnated. There are insects and snakes inside, and the fishy wind blows in your face. There are continuous sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling from inside, which makes people sick to see and hear them.
Shocked.
"It's so scary, what is this?" Chen Ao couldn't help but screamed.
The epiphysis hit Chen Ao hard on the head, "What the hell is your name! This is the Wangchuan River! You have done all the bad things, and you won't die before you reach the eighteenth level of hell!"
"Ten...eighteen levels of hell..." Chen Ao stuttered even when he spoke, and was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.
"Wangchuan River?" The scene in front of her also made Hu Xiaoxian feel a little scared. She squinted her eyes slightly and walked to the Wangchuan River with only a small gap left. She saw the fog dissipated and suddenly on the Wangchuan River.
An arch bridge repaired with white jade was erected, and there were three conspicuous characters carved on the arch bridge - Naihe Bridge.
"Is this the Naihe Bridge?" Hu Xiaoxian couldn't help walking to the Naihe Bridge and looked at the three eye-catching characters on it.
This is Naihe Bridge, yes, but this bridge looks so long, as if you can't see the end at a glance. Where does the end of this bridge lead to? Will you meet Ji Yeche at the end?
With a little desire in her heart, Hu Xiaoxian immediately stepped onto the Naihe Bridge and walked forward quickly.
I don’t know why? After stepping onto this Naihe Bridge, my whole mind started to have random thoughts, as if it was not under my control at all, so strange and unpredictable.
All the things that have happened in the past are constantly emerging in my mind, good and bad, happy and sad. Everything I have experienced is constantly playing in my mind like rewinding.
Suddenly, I remembered the pain of being shot by the Demon Knight nine years ago and was on the verge of death, and I just felt like I was falling into hell.
Suddenly, I remembered that I was rescued by Little Huya and lived happily with him for three days. I felt that my heart was as sweet as eating honey at this moment.
Suddenly, I remembered the sweet time with my mother, Hu Meili, and Yu Baihe in Wanhua Palace.
However, good and bad are always mixed together. One moment's thoughts are happy, and the next moment they turn to sadness.
While recalling the sweetness, Hu Xiaoxian couldn't help but think again of the scene when Ji Yeche killed Jade Lily - the sharp Qingfeng sword pierced Jade Lily's body.
Her steps couldn't help but linger. Hu Xiaoxian looked at the rushing Wangchuan River under the Naihe Bridge. Her heart felt a dull pain again. It turned out that there was some pain and some damage that could never be erased. As long as she didn't die, her memory would always exist.
Even if the hatred you once had can fade with the wind, it will not disappear, let alone be completely forgotten. Just a gentle breeze is enough to make the hatred that was once buried in the dust come to light again.
"Why?" Hu Xiaoxian couldn't help but clenched her fists and asked herself: "I said I wanted to start over with Ji Yeche, but why can't I forget the hatred in my heart?"
"Ji Yeche, why are you still unwilling to give me an explanation? Why don't you tell me the real reason? I believe you have your own reasons. Why don't you tell me? Why?" However, these words of Ji Yeche were
She would not hear anything but the river of forgetfulness flowing under her feet, but it would not give her any response.