Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Chapter 1 wedge

She didn’t know where she was.

It was dark all around, and she couldn’t even hear her own breathing quietly.

Wait… Is she breathing?

She stretched out her hand to feel her breath, naturally it was cold and silent. Yes, she remembered that she was dead.

But… how did she die? Why would he die? Who is she, she? what is her name?

I can’t remember anymore, I can’t remember all of them.

How could she come to this place? Nothing can be seen around. The black mist was heavy, and even as a ghost, she felt bitterly cold. The footsteps moved forward uncontrollably, and I don’t know how long he walked before I heard the sound of the river churning faintly. She hesitated, and walked a few steps forward, and she saw bright light around her. A wide, invisible river on the opposite bank was in front of her. The river was level and calm, but it was inexplicably turbulent. There is an exquisite and distant bridge over the river, and there is nothing but a big stone at the bridge head.

There was nothing on the stone, but she stood there like a demon, and slowly, her life appeared on the stone. Tang female Qinghuan, word cardamom, aged nineteen, died in Dasong Kaiyuan fifteenth year. He didn’t change his infatuation while he was alive.

Qing Huan’s lips trembled, and she covered her heart. It was empty but painful. The memory that was once forgotten quickly returned to her mind. She once loved a man deeply and gave her life for him. However, in the end she ended up in heartbreak and self-defeating.

pain.

It hurts terribly.

How can ghosts feel pain?

Just when she was startled to cry, the black mist on her right hand slowly dispersed, and Qing Huan noticed that there was a man in a dragon robe sitting silently beside the stone. That piece was supposed to be embroidered with an eight-claw golden dragon. The magnificent dragon robe is now old and broken, as if it would turn into dust and smoke with a light breath. The reason why Qing Huan didn’t notice him was because he didn’t move, his eyes were staring blankly ahead, and even the strands of hair seemed to be frozen.

Qing Huan walked over and asked: “This… Your Majesty, may I ask, do you know where this is?”

The man did not speak, as if he hadn’t heard Qing Huan asking him. He seems to have become one body with that stone. The stone is him, and he is the stone. He always sat there in silence, with his hands on his knees, around him, time and space, as well as dust and air, remained motionless.

Qing Huan no longer insisted, she returned to the bridge and stepped on it hesitantly. I don’t know how long I have been walking, and my heart is at a loss. As she walked, she suddenly found that she was looking at it, and there seemed to be a small shop. The small shop is in the style of a thatched house. It is very simple. There are a few wooden tables on the wide bridge and a bowl of steaming soup on the table. The soup is crystal clear, like clear water, but it emits a seductive fragrance. A little girl with a double bun was sitting there, stretching her arms and stirring the soup in the iron pan with the spoon in her hand.

Qing Huan couldn’t bear it, so she went forward and said softly, “I’ll help you.”

The little girl was taken aback for a moment, and when she turned around, she instantly smiled happily when she saw her. Qing Huan couldn’t help being infected by this smile, took the spoon in the little girl’s hand and stirred it gently. The little girl was sitting on the bench and kicking her legs. She looked at her curiously with her hands on her chin. After a long while, she asked: “Sister, to thank you for helping me, can I ask you to have a bowl of soup?”

“…No, I don’t want to drink it.” Qing Huan grinned reluctantly, not wanting to scare the cute child in front of her. She is just a ghost, where does the ghost need any soup?

“But if you don’t drink, you will never forget that person.”

Hearing this, Qing Huan was inexplicably horrified, and looked at the little girl. The little girl blinked and looked at her with **** and white eyes. She waved her small hand: “Sister, look at the word there.”

Qing Huan followed her fingers and looked at it, and the bridge piers were engraved with three characters: Naihe Bridge. Black piers, black bridges, black words.

“Sister, you have two choices. One is to drink this bowl of soup and walk forward from me until you reach the end. Or…” The little girl put aside her smile. “You jump down.”

As soon as her voice fell, the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves suddenly sounded in the river. Countless ghosts were up and down on the river. They were men and women, old and young. The only thing they had in common was that they were crying all the time. The harsh cry made Qing Huan shiver all over. She involuntarily took a step back, the ghosts were staring at her, their faces…maybe they could no longer be called faces, only the madness and obsession in her eyes made Qing Huan recognize that they were once human.

“You have passed the ghost gate, as long as you drink this bowl of soup, you can reincarnate.” The little girl giggled, got off the stool, walked to Qinghuan, and the ghosts in Wangchuan River are still there. There was screaming and crying, the river was muddy and there was no color, and the wide Wangchuan River could not be seen. There were all ghosts who were unwilling to leave like this.

“They are all ghosts who jumped from here, so they can’t reincarnate, nor can they maintain their sanity, unless their loved ones pass here and recognize them—but they can’t make any noise.” The little girl sighed. “I have been here for so many years. No ghost has ever been able to leave here. After being in the river for a long time, many ghosts have forgotten who they are waiting for. Even if their lover passes by, they don’t recognize it anymore. .”

The little girl said old-fashionedly: “This love is so troublesome, sister, if you drink this bowl of soup, go ahead.”

Qinghuan watched the crying ghost in the river silent.

Seeing that she was not talking, the little girl looked at her with her chin, and after a while, she asked, “Sister, do you know a person named He Lianfang?”

Hearing this name, Qing Huan turned around and looked at her abruptly: “…She is my benefactor.”

“Ah…This is troublesome.” The little girl pouted. “Originally, she should have come to replace me, but I waited for her for a long time and she didn’t come. It stands to reason that she should have died a long time ago!”

Qing Huan hurriedly said: “Why would she die? When I died, she was young and just got pregnant!”

The little girl said: “She should have died when she was twelve, because she was coming to replace me.”

“No!” Qing Huan blurted out. “She’s not dead, she won’t die, why don’t you… let me replace you, just because I don’t want to reincarnate. I…”

The little girl chuckled when she heard the words, and said, “Sister, would you like to stay? Your breath is very clean and you can stay here. If you replace He Lianfang, she can live and return. At the age of twelve, live again!”

Qing Huan nodded hurriedly: “I am willing.”

“Okay, let’s make it.” The little girl smiled with satisfaction and walked over and took Qing Huan’s hand. “You come with me.”