"Master, master! Where are you going?!"

In Meng Po Village, Mo Ze clung to Qing Huan like a round ball, and didn't want to be separated from her for a moment. If it weren't for Qing Huan to walk forward, he would hug Qing Huan's legs tightly.

Qing Huan looked down at the little guy, a little bit to laugh, and finally bent over to pick him up and said, "I have something to do."

"Can you take me?" Mo Ze blinked his eyes to be cute, but this was useless, because Qing Huan shook his head, "You can't go with me."

"why?"

Qing Huan walked towards Naihe Bridge holding Mo Ze, and said as he walked: "Because you are not suitable to show up."

Mo Ze did not understand this answer, but seeing the master take it for granted, he was too embarrassed to say that he didn't understand what she was talking about. He just nodded blankly, and laughed twice. Looks, dull and cute.

As the time spent with Qinghuan grew, Mo Ze became more and more humane. Where can I still see the trace of the system now? He has completely become an ordinary child, and he does not know whether his changes are good or bad.

When he arrived at the bridge of Naihe, Mo Ze was even more puzzled. He looked left and right. He really didn't understand what the master wanted to do, so he opened his eyes and asked: "Master, there is no movement in the holy spirit ring. What are you going to do?"

Qing Huan didn't answer, put him on a tall chair, and then walked slowly to the bridge. As her footsteps approached, the surface of the originally calm Wangchuan River gradually began to surging, and finally the waves were surging astonishingly, and countless ghosts called out—even though they had lost their minds, they still felt hope.

Qinghuan did not speak or move, but gradually, the boiling river gradually calmed down. At this time, Qinghuan stretched out a hand, and soon, with her gestures, five ghosts followed Qinghuan's movements. Slowly surfaced. It was static at first, and then it got closer and closer...

Five ghosts stood wet on the bridge. Some of them can't see clearly, some lack arms and legs, and some even have only a torso and a head, and their bodies are full of traces of ghost teeth. Because I didn't crawl out of the Wangchuan River on my own, a lot of water came out with a slight movement.

They stood motionless in front of Qinghuan, until Qinghuan briefly regained their consciousness.

But no one knows how many years have passed since he jumped into the Wangchuan River. Everyone waits and waits in the river, hoping that the people they want to see can pass on the bridge, recognize themselves, or refuse to leave easily because of that affection. In that case, even if the catastrophe is over, there is nothing. No regrets!

But the truth is, no one can wait for the person they want to see. It is said that after thousands of years of suffering in the Wangchuan River, if you don't change your original intention, you can climb out, but time has now become an immeasurable thing. When they first jumped down, they all felt a deep and sharp pain. At first they thought about not giving in, and still thinking about persisting, but as time passed, they eventually lost themselves just like the other ghosts in the Wangchuan River.

All the good memories and fantasies have disappeared, and what is left is despair, sadness and tyranny. There is no food in the Wangchuan River, and the ghosts suffer countless tortures every day. Although they are in the river, they are far beyond torture. They all feel that they are about to be unable to hold on any longer, but how can they easily let go of the breath that can't be swallowed in their hearts? !

"I selected five ghosts with the deepest obsession from Wangchuan River, that is, you." Qing Huan said with his back, "but you know that the deeper the obsession, the more impossible it is to escape."

The ghosts did not speak.

Qinghuan didn't force them to respond. For the ghosts who hadn't spoken for a long time, they might have forgotten what language was.

So Qinghuan directly offered the conditions: "I can send you back to the world before you were alive, and even satisfy one of your wishes."

Seeing the ghosts and still not speaking, Qing Huan asked: "Why, don't you want to go back?"

Hearing that, the ghosts raised their heads unanimously, all of them were different. Their faces had long been bitten by the ghosts in the river, and one of their eyes fell on the neck, bloody. It happened that because of staying in it for a long time, the skin and flesh had already festered and turned black, which looked really disgusting at first glance.

"I have twenty-five tasks here. You complete them separately for me. After the five tasks are over, you can return to your own world. It's that simple, do you want to do it?" Qing Huan tilted his head and smiled. "If you don't do it, I'm afraid I will ask you to jump down again."

At the beginning, I chose to jump because I never knew it would be so terrible. They couldn't forget these years at the bottom of the river.

So it went smoothly, but no one refused.

The ghosts don’t speak, Qinghuan taps their brows and reminds them: “These tasks are random, so you can do whatever you want. As long as you complete the tasks, I won’t interfere. Live?"

The ghosts nodded.

Qing Huan smiled slightly, snapped his fingers, and the five ghosts on the bridge disappeared instantly. When they were gone, Mo Ze ran over to please Qinghuan: "Master, what's the matter, why do you want them to complete the task? What task?"

"Mo Ze." Qing Huan did not answer him, but bowed her head and spoke to him seriously. Mo Ze subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and was about to shake his head to show that he would not listen, but Qing Huan held his chubby face in the palm of his hand and kissed him gently: "Good boy, I have something to tell you to do."

"What, what's the matter?" Mo Ze resented his lack of integrity in his heart, but his face flushed with Qinghuan's soft kiss.

"I'm going away for a while. You need to be in charge of Naihe Bridge during this time."

Hearing this, Mo Ze opened his mouth in shock: "Huh?"

"What you have to do is simple, it's your old line of business."

My old line... "Does the master want me to do the system?"

"Yes, can it be done? Just make a system for these five people. You don't need to communicate with them, and you don't need to let them know about your existence. Just record and wait quietly for my return, okay?"

"Then master, where are you going?" In the end, this was the most important question that Mo Ze had on his mind.

Qinghuan didn't tell him: "The time I'm going to go this time is uncertain. I guessed it. When the last of the five ghosts returns to my own world, I will probably come back."

Mo Ze gave a silly cry, but he still didn't figure out where the master was going.

Seeing him so well-behaved, Qing Huan hugged him and kissed him again: "Good boy."

Mo Ze was embarrassed by this soft and sweet boy. In any case, he is an indomitable man, and of course he can do it for the host!

So in the end Mo Ze was left with joy, ready to complete the task assigned by the master, while Qing Huan looked a little dignified in the place Mo Ze couldn't see, but it was more exploration and curiosity about the unknown.

There are two flowers and one branch each.

This first female ghost has already reached the mortal world. On the way to waking up, she had heard a mysterious and strange voice telling herself about the mission. The female ghost has been listening, and now she almost understands it.

The world she lives in is not her own, just like Buddhism said, there are big and small worlds, and these countless worlds together constitute the so-called existence. And the world she is now in is just a few hundred years after the rise of the heroes in troubled times. In the troubled times, one of the monarchs, named Shang, single-handedly defeated the country and took the throne firmly. However, when his throne was passed to the 28th generation, a big problem occurred.

The new emperor was cruel and cold, and he did not know how many innocent people's blood was stained on his hands. I heard that what he loves most is watching beauties dancing, but he thinks that the women's dancing steps are not light enough to make money, so he ordered the beauties to be thrown on the red charcoal fire, forcing them to sing and dance while having fun.

The tyrant does not seem to have any sympathy or compassion. What he likes most is torturing people. There were a few rebellious princes who sent people to pay tribute and stabbed the tyrant, but the tyrant "I will leave for a while. Time needs you to be in charge of Naihe Bridge."

Hearing this, Mo Ze opened his mouth in shock: "Huh?"

"What you have to do is simple, it's your old line of business."

My old line... "Does the master want me to do the system?"

"Yes, can it be done? Just make a system for these five people. You don't need to communicate with them, and you don't need to let them know about your existence. Just record and wait quietly for my return, okay?"

"Then master, where are you going?" In the end, this was the most important question that Mo Ze had on his mind.

Qinghuan didn't tell him: "The time I'm going to go this time is uncertain. I guessed it. When the last of the five ghosts returns to my own world, I will probably come back."

Mo Ze gave a silly cry, but he still didn't figure out where the master was going.

Seeing him so well-behaved, Qing Huan hugged him and kissed him again: "Good boy."

Mo Ze was embarrassed by this soft and sweet boy. In any case, he is an indomitable man, and of course he can do it for the host!

So in the end Mo Ze was left with joy, ready to complete the task assigned by the master, while Qing Huan looked a little dignified in the place Mo Ze couldn't see, but it was more exploration and curiosity about the unknown.

There are two flowers and one branch each.