Yang Zi looked at the dead soul with a smile on his face.
"Yesterday evening, there were a pair of good friends on the bridge. One of them accidentally fell into the water. The friend on the shore jumped out desperately. He couldn't swim, but he miraculously swam to his friend's side and pushed his friend up.
He went up, and he was about to drown." The dead soul's tone was filled with emotion.
"What happened next? Did he drown? If he drowned, you would have a scapegoat directly." Yang Zimei said lightly.[
"Yes, I thought for a moment that I wanted him to die soon so that I could get rid of this pain as soon as possible. But, you said that even if I get rid of it now, it will continue to repeat in the next life, so I just
He saved it." When the dead soul said this, there was a light on his face.
Guang, the dark resentment on his body instantly became much lighter. "He was able to get ashore. The friend who fell into the water first cried and scolded him for being so stupid. He obviously couldn't swim but went to save him. Then he said,
You are my friend, how could I not save you?"
At this point, tears fell from the corners of the dead soul's eyes.
However, the tears of the dead soul were not crystal clear, but spread like blood on the pale face, which was a bit scary, but in Yang Zimei's eyes, it was particularly moving.
With these tears, only a thin layer of black energy remained in the resentment of the dead soul.
"Do you have any friends?" Yang Zimei asked.
"Well, I also had a good friend before my death. We have known each other since kindergarten and we were sisters. When I met that man, she asked me to think carefully, saying that he would be a scumbag. I didn't listen. I thought she was jealous of me for finding him.
A handsome and rich boyfriend fell out with her. After I died, every year on the anniversary of my death, she would come here to worship me and scold me for being so stupid..."
More tears flowed from the dead soul's face, and his body trembled slightly.
"Very good, you have no resentment at all now." Yang Zimei looked at her and said, "I can help you transcend, so you don't have to suffer in the next life."
The dead soul looked up, his face full of tears and tears. He thought for a moment, then shook his head, "Wait a minute, I'm still looking for the third item. I want to be able to continue to be more touched in the next life. In this case, I won't
It would be so easy to despair and suffer.”
Yang Zimei nodded and looked at her approvingly, "Then I will definitely give you the best salvation."
The dead ghosts thanked him and left.
Yang Zimei walked to the bridge and stood by the railing, watching the river flowing quietly below.
In her last life, she had stood here many times. Thinking of her loneliness, she wanted to jump down and finish her off.
However, she did not take action in the end, feeling that it was better to live than die.
Later, Min Gang pierced into her gloomy heart like a ray of sunshine, causing her to start all kinds of fantasies in her hopeless life, imagining that one day she could become Cinderella and dance with that aloof prince.
This fantasy has always supported her going forward.
But today, she was miraculously reborn and living in a different attitude. It was really wonderful.
The wind was blowing, and it was very cool. She couldn't help but close her eyes, open her arms, and feel the coolness of the wind like the literary girl on TV.
"don't want!"[
Suddenly there was an exclamation from behind. Her waist was hooked by a strong arm, and she almost stumbled down when she was pushed back.
