Qi Yu's soul was crooked by the old man, and his fate should be so. Qing Huan could only put it in the Wangchuan River. After a thousand years, he would naturally be able to wash away the filth and rebirth.

It's just... Qing Huan glanced lightly at the other shore flowers on the roadside. The flowers did not see the leaves, and the leaves did not see the flowers. They always grew here, which really made her look a little blind.

When she left the world of the female ghost Qi Yu, the jade tomb was completely sealed, and it would be no matter whether she would be discovered in the future, but she still needs the tomb to continue to exist.

Until the day she was completely certain.

Mo Ze only felt that his host seemed to be in a bad mood after beating the ghost was snatched from him, so although Qinghuan came back, he didn't dared to rush up and hold Qinghuan's thigh to act like a coquettish and stupid. Sitting on the stool obediently, I really wanted to know what Qing Huan was thinking.

After a while, he saw the other shore flowers gradually spread to Huangquan Road, connecting the bridge and the bridge, but there was no one on the bridge. He couldn't help but curiosity, so he asked Qinghuan: "Master, Why did you change the place of this flower?"

"It's ugly and densely packed, I don't want to see it."

Mo Ze nodded as if he didn't understand, he always felt that the master seemed to have something in his words, but he couldn't hear anything.

Qinghuan used this casual reason because she was too lazy to explain. She was in a bad mood and didn't want to stay here to waste time, so she said to Mo Ze: "After I left, have ghosts been here?"

Speaking of this, Mo Ze remembered: "No one has been here, but I heard someone calling for help."

"Huh?" Qing Huan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "No one comes, but someone asks for help? What's the reason?"

Mo Ze shook his head, how did he know.

Qing Huan didn’t say anything, just at exactly this moment, when he heard the cry of cry for help, Mo Ze immediately widened his eyes, Ji Guang Xiaohei also pricked his ears, and looked around carefully, but Did not see any visions. Qing Huan raised his eyes and looked there until Xiao Hei barked at Huangquan Road.

It is a female ghost who came here. It would be inappropriate to say that she is a ghost, because there is still a sun fire on her heavenly spirit cover. She is obviously a big living person, but how can a living person reach the Naihe Bridge? Qing Huan stretched out his hand, and Mo Ze turned into a life and death book and spread it in her palm. The pages of the book were turned over. The man's life is still alive, and the body is still alive. How did the ghost reach the Naihe Bridge?

"Help me...help me...please, help me, let me go..." The female ghost's eyes were blank, and Qing Huan felt that it was a symptom of leaving the soul. In other words, this person should go to Naihe Bridge after death, but his body was still alive before his life was exhausted, but he was crazy because he couldn't bear it, and his soul was too humiliated and left his body with nowhere to go, so he floated here.

Before, it was not a person who had not had a longevity, but had no body and still had a soul. Qing Huan greeted the female ghost and pulled it to the table to sit down, only to hear the voice of the female ghost begging for mercy.

She shivered constantly, and she seemed to have suffered a great shock either in her body or her soul. Qinghuan tried to comfort her, but it didn't work. Unless she used strong means, she could only wait for the female ghost to calm herself.

Qing Huan said softly, "Don't be afraid, you are already safe, no one will hurt you here, don't be afraid." As she said, she gently stroked the female ghost's back.

The female ghost was still trembling, and I don’t know how long it took before she calmed down. Her face was full of panic and panic. She was shocked when she saw Qinghuan, "You, you are..."

"My name is Qinghuan, what about you, what's your name?" Qinghuan asked softly, for fear of shocking the female ghost again.

The female ghost hurriedly looked around and realized that this was not the **** on earth she was staying in. She was relieved and saw that she was wearing normal dresses instead of revealing vulgar clothes. The whole ghost seemed to be relieved, her fear still Fear, but it is no longer the same as before. "My name is... Song Xing."

"Good name." Qing Huan's voice was softer, for fear of frightening the girl. "Then where are you from?"

The female ghost Song Xing's lips squirmed a few times without speaking. Qing Huan has been looking at her patiently, with a gentle smile on the corners of her mouth. Finally, Song Xing seemed to be sure that Qing Huan was not a bad person, but countless playing and deceiving made her dare not rashly believe the woman in front of her. She carefully watched Qing Huan from head to toe several times, "I dare not believe you, are you, are you theirs? Teacher... or something?"

This is the first time Qinghuan has been given such a name. She is a little injured. Where does she look like a tuning teacher? "I am not, why do you think so?"

"Once, they relaxed a bit of my guards. I, I finally escaped the surveillance and escaped, but it was just a hoax. All the doors opened along the way lead to that room. I escaped so much. No one succeeded. Even if I thought it succeeded, it was the beginning of another torment."

Hearing this, Qing Huan probably also understood what she had experienced. She let out a soft cry, then looked at the female ghost Song Xing softly, and asked her, "But why are you here? This is a place where only dead people can come."

Song Xing was taken aback for a moment: "You mean...I'm dead?"

There used to be ghosts who died without knowing it, but their reactions were either unbelievable or anxious or uneasy, but no one would be like Song Xing. She was actually happy! ecstatic! "I'm dead? Great! I'm finally dead! I finally don't have to suffer any more, I'm dead! Hahaha I'm dead..." It was actually crying with joy.

This...what's the reaction? Mo Ze felt weird.

Qinghuan looked at the female ghost Song Xing with pity, but had to remind her: "Good boy, you are not dead yet."

"What?" The smile on Song Xing's face disappeared instantly.

Qinghuan told her: "You just suffered too much, and the shock passed for a while, causing your soul to reach me, but in fact, you will have to live for another five years. After five years, your life will expire. So... I'm sorry. , I have to send you back."

"No!" Song Xing shouted in fear: "I won't go back...I won't go back! I'm dead, I'm dead!"

"You are not dead. In fact, you will not die in the next five years. Whether you jump off a building, cut your wrists, or even crash and shoot... The fixed number will never change."

"No—it's not like that! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Song Xing desperately shook his head and refused to believe Qing Huan's words. "I don't have to suffer so many sins anymore, please, you let me die! Let me die!" She rushed to hug Qinghuan's calf, then immediately let go, kneeling on the ground and starting to buckle. Head, I begged Qinghuan once every time I knocked one head, I was very sad to see Qinghuan.

After all, she was soft-hearted, and stooped to help Song Xing up hard: "Don't kneel, I promise you that."

Song Xing's face was ecstatic: "Really, really?"

"It's true." Qing Huan looked at her. "But you have to pay the price."

"Anything is fine!" She didn't know what else could cry more than when she was alive! Endless reception, training, juggling, and insults... She has been through such a life for three years, and she can't live it anymore!

Qing Huan said: "You should think about it carefully. If you are willing to go back and die in five years, I will seek justice for you after you die, and then you can go to reincarnation without worry. But if you choose to die now , It doesn’t matter. I can live for you for five years and fulfill your wish in those five years. But, at the price, you have to jump off the river and stay in it for a hundred years before you can be reborn as a human being." After finishing speaking, Qing Huan added, "The River of Ten Thousand Ghosts, you will not suffer less than being alive."

Song Xing asked, "Will dignity and personality be trampled by thousands of people?"

Qing Huan shook his head: "After jumping down, you will soon lose your mind, leaving only madness. But you can rest assured that after a hundred years, you will return to normal and I will personally send you to reincarnation."

So Song Xing said without thinking, "I agree."

Qing Huan sighed, "A word is definite."

Song Xing didn't speak. She didn't know where the courage and courage came from, who seemed to be weak. She ran to the bridge a few steps, jumped down, and was instantly swallowed by the river.

What kind of life did she lead during her lifetime, making her rather to suffer from the gnawing of a thousand ghosts for a hundred years than to live in the Yang world for another five years?

How to truly destroy a person? It doesn't count to hurt him or kill him. Because even if a person dies, the soul and spirit still exist. The real destruction is the trampling and insults from the mind to the body, the frustration of asking for heaven again and again, and the mental torment of despair in the end with hope. This is especially true for a woman.

Nothing can destroy women more easily than ravaging their hearts and bodies.

Before Qing Huan opened her eyes, she felt severe pain in her body. She gasped, feeling the ruin of this body from the inside out. It looked like he had received a heavy punishment, no wonder it made Song Xing reach the Naihe Bridge before he died.

She climbed up from the ground forcibly, only to realize that she was locked in a small room with only a dim light on. Qing Huan raised her head keenly, and sure enough, there were cameras in the four corners of the room, recording Song Xing's physical condition completely and faithfully.

Qing Huan doesn't know who is watching behind the camera, but her keen sixth sense tells her that someone is indeed admiring her at this moment-no, to be precise, it should be admiring the ugliness of "Song Xing".

She looked at the clothes on her body again-if she was wearing it, she was not wearing it. If she moved a little, three points were clearly visible. What the **** is this place?

In fact, agreeing to help Song Xing also had part of Qinghuan's selfishness. She faintly feels that there are several worlds. Whenever she chooses a world in which a man has a relationship or spends her life together, it seems that someone will follow her. It's just that she wasn't sure who that person was—some worlds she couldn't remember very well.

Who knows where this person followed her, and where did she come from? The world of female ghost Qi Yu unexpectedly discovered the tomb of herself and Jing Shaoyou. Qing Huan once returned to the world before her death. At that time, she knew that Jing Shaoyou married her memorial tablet and chose two people after her death. They were buried together, but how could they be buried in a jade tomb so deep? Qing Huan did not believe that he was chosen under an underground mausoleum and said that there was no plan in it.

In the previous few worlds, she confirmed through experiments that someone was indeed following her, and Higan Hua was a good proof. So, starting from this world, she will continue to experiment to see through what exactly the person is following her.

The female ghost Song Xing was supposed to die five years later, and she should arrive at the Naihe Bridge in five years. During this time, other ghosts will appear on the Naihe Bridge, right or wrong, but she was attached to Song Xing ahead of time, and she was even coming. Before here, Qing Huan hadn't pinpointed or read Song Xing's life in the book of life and death.

She has the right to treat herself as a novice, not to use any power that does not belong to this world, and then see if that person can find her, and will appear in front of her.

In other words, Qing Huan knew nothing about Song Xing's situation, she didn't ask, and didn't count.

It's as if she was the Qinghuan from a long time ago, she didn't know anything about Po Meng's position, and she was still small and weak.

It just won't be bullied anymore.

Because the light is too dim, Qinghuan tried to make herself see the furnishings in the room clearly, but when she took a step, she realized that she was wearing shackles on her feet. This body was full of holes, and it fell directly to the ground.

Soon she heard the man's low and playful laugh. Looking up, there are speakers on the table. Qing Huan stretched out her hand and tugged at her fetters--even if she didn't use her strength, she could unlock the lock, but if the enemy is in the dark, it is better to keep a low profile.

The man in the speaker said again: "Little bitch, how is it? Is this feeling good? Huh? You are dead, and you can still wake up. The young master thought you were going to the West!" With malice and regret, he quickly said: "But don't worry, this young master has a lot of time recently, and he can accompany you for a lot of fun."

The evil laughter makes goosebumps all goosebumps. That was the natural reaction of this body, not Qinghuan's fear, but the side told Qinghuan that this man tortured Song Xing by no means a day or two, so that Song Xing would be full of fear when he heard his voice.

Want to come to him to say this, but also want to see Song Xing's face full of fear?

Qing Huan was not as good as he intended: "Is it, it is really my honor."

The man didn't seem to expect that she would start to resist again, and he was amazed: "I thought your edges and corners had been smoothed out, but I didn't expect it to be so flavorful. Why, this escape made the stubbornness in your bones come out again? What a pity! It's a pity that even if you are stern, he won't believe you anymore."

he?

Qinghuan caught this word. There was a flash of light in her eyes, and then she smiled at the camera. She had seen Song Xing's face, and she couldn't deny that Song Xing was definitely a beauty, and an extremely outstanding beauty. After occupying this body, Qing Huan naturally knew from which angle to smile to look amazing.

Song Xing, who was full of fear and anxiety, should have gotten tired of it too, so let's change to a fresh taste.

The man took a breath on that end, Qing Huanquan regarded it as stunning. She tried to pull the fetters again, but it was still useless.

Soon, the man said, "Little bitch, you will beg my master later!"

There was a beep and the speaker was turned off.

About three minutes later, the door of the small room was pushed open. Qing Huan was pierced by the light from outside. It was difficult to adapt to it for a while. The tall man appeared at the door with his hands around his chest and joked: "Oh, what's wrong." This is, isn't Miss Song still smug just now? Why, now I am scared when I see this young master?"

As she talked, she approached Qinghuan, her rosy tongue gently licked her thin lips, "Actually, I've been tired of playing with you a long time ago. If the little princess hadn't been thinking about you, I wouldn't have time to come to you. Tsk, you say You, why are you so disobedient..." The fingers slowly slid on Qing Huan's face, knowing that her sharp teeth had been pulled out, so she was not afraid.

What he didn't expect was that when her index finger stroked Qinghuan's lips, she was bitten by her mouth.

Of course no effort, otherwise it would only be a loud slap to greet Qinghuan. She just gazed at the man with silky eyes, and then let go, her movements were gentle, but her words were very rude: "Be careful, if you lose a finger, it will be ugly."

The man laughed and said, "Don’t worry, the federal medicine is very advanced, and you can connect your fingers within 24 hours. You should consider that if you accidentally bite my fingers off and swallow them in your stomach, then I’ll be fine. No matter how reluctant, I'm afraid I have to cut open your belly and take out my fingers, don't you think?" He squeezed Qinghuan's face like a toy. "You have to be obedient to live long."

Qing Huan stared at him calmly. The man hadn't seen a woman staring at him so boldly for a long time. It was also interesting for a while. Song Xing was the most interesting woman he had ever seen. When he first got here, , Stubborn and unyielding, that was his favorite period of time. It's a pity that the post was cleaned up later, called Doing Everything. Without the challenge, naturally there is no fun.

Unexpectedly, she has changed again now, and this change makes the man optimistic. For this reason, he didn’t mind being kind to her a little bit. In short, he did what the little princess asked. Leng Jue had no affection for this woman a long time ago. Anyway, Song Xing is the fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in his hands. He squeezed it round and flattened it.

Qing Huan asked: "How do you know that I must want to live?"

"Of course you want to live." The man said naturally, "I didn't expect that it has been three years, thousands of people sleep and 10,000 riders, you can't forget the cold sleep. It's a pity that Lengjue is already engaged to the little princess. You have become the past tense. But for a woman like you, she doesn’t shed tears without seeing the coffin, and she ran away countless times to find Leng Jue’s explanation? It’s useless, Xiaokai, it’s useless for you, because he has already decided You have betrayed him, so naturally you won’t listen to your explanation. Not to mention that he is accompanied by a beautiful woman now, how can you still remember you three years ago?"

"Don't be blindly confident, and don't believe in the love of men too much."

"You can see clearly, is it because you are also such a man?"

"I'm not." The man spread his hands. "I'm just an ordinary businessman. The little princess handed you over to me. I will naturally do things for her. How can I compare with the future husband and wife?"

Ye Ma...little princess...Qing Huan couldn't figure out whether this was modern or ancient for a while. But this is not important at the moment, it's first to get out of the current situation. "So you won't let me go."

This is an affirmative sentence, of course. The man shrugged and changed his position. Qing Huan could see that he had extremely beautiful peachy eyes. His eyes were very attractive, but his face was ordinary, which could only be called upright, but it was these eyes that added a lot to him. The distraction made him look unpredictable.

And unexpected harmony.

"Why am I willing to let you go? The women who come here are all very boring. Only you are my favorite." The man drew a lock of Qinghuan's long hair with his fingertips and placed it gently on his lips. A kiss. "You should be thankful that your unusual performance has once again caught my attention, otherwise, you should be facing a pack of wolfhounds now."

"Thanks a lot."

The man laughed again, took Qinghuan from the ground into his arms, saw the fetters, and let the woman behind him untie it. The woman unfastened Qinghuan's fetters while not forgetting to glaze at her. Her eyes seemed to say: Little bitch, you wait for me!

The man took Qing Huan out of the small black room. The fabric on her body was too little to look at, but the people along the way looked blind. Qinghuan carefully observed the terrain and felt that this might be a place like a clubhouse. The corridor was dark. The man held her and turned left and right until he entered a room with complete tools.

Qing Huan looked at the room and the unspeakable utensils. The man sat opposite her, seemingly unprepared.

Because he knew what kind of woman Song Xing was. Without the power to bind a chicken, he was not afraid of what Song Xing would do to a woman who didn't dare to kill someone with a knife. What's more, there was no weapon in this room, she could not kill him with a ball of mouth.

Besides, even if Song Xing really had the guts to kill him, he would be wanted by the federal government after he escaped. In this constitutional monarchy country, the imperial power is supreme. She has offended the little princess. It is already God's mercy to be alive. What else can she think?

"drink."

Qing Huan was stuffed into a goblet in her hand. She looked at the liquid, smelled the aroma of the wine, and drank it into her abdomen. The man kept looking at her with a smile, "I don't dare to drink so fast if I don't have much alcohol."

Qing Huan smiled, very cunning. She threw away the goblet easily, and the goblet split into several pieces in an instant. Then, in the eyes of the man who couldn't believe it, Qing Huan grabbed the piece of glass on the ground, the speed was amazing, and it was directly locked. His throat, then put the glass piece against his throat and smiled: "I'm sorry."

No mercy.

She had all Song Xing's memories of this man in her heart.