Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Chapter 31 The second bowl of soup (1)

From here, walking forward, what is the place where you can’t see your fingers, stepping on the dark ground under your feet, and breathing the dark air?

Qinghuan didn’t know.

She had been waiting for the little girl to appear, but since she decided to stay, the little girl had warned her not to violate the principles of heaven and cause and effect. Since then, Qing Huan has never heard her voice again. I thought that the little girl would show up when I came back here, but Qing Huan had been waiting here for a long time, so long that she herself couldn’t remember how long it had passed. From beginning to end, the little girl never reappeared. That thatched house also disappeared overnight, except for the fire and table for the soup, and the spirit flag, there was nothing in the middle of the bridge.

Qinghuan slowly walked to the bridge, and the Wangchuan River under the bridge was calm and calm, without the struggling and wailing ghosts that he had seen before. After thinking about it, she went back to the stove, picked up the pu fan and gently fanned the fire so that it would not go out, but after another thought, the fire here would never go out.

She waited for a long time, but no one came. If it hadn’t been clear, she would have thought that the little girl had never appeared from beginning to end. Qinghuan sits at the table every day, quietly looking at the dark distance.

Until this day, the Wangchuan River began to boil and roll, and the wailing of ghosts began to be heard on the river. Qinghuan was sitting where she was, and she saw a woman coming from a distance. The grievances of the ghosts in the Wangchuan River condensed, and they poured into the furnace one by one, becoming an endless flame. The hot soup in the pot also began to bubbling, and the original color could not be seen in the turbidity. Life is alive, there are seven emotions and six desires, ups and downs, so this soup, when everyone drinks it, the taste is not all the same.

It’s strange to say that every time the woman took a step, water dripped on her body, and the water trails slowly stretched along her footsteps. Her face was pale and swollen. It was obvious that she had been immersed in water for a long time, but even so, she could see how charming and beautiful she should have been during her lifetime. Not only that, there was a faint red color around her skirt, and it seemed that there was blood flowing out. Qing Huan suddenly discovered that as the female ghost approached, the turbid soup in the pot gradually became clear. When the female ghost stopped, the soup was clear and exuding a seductive fragrance.

The ghosts in Wangchuanhe howled louder. They stretched out their festering hands, opened their rotten mouths, and stared at the people on the bridge with eyes without eyeballs.

This is the sorrow of the ghost. If the obsession has not disappeared, one is to stay in the Yang world and become a ghost, and the other is to suffer the most painful memory before death day and night before liberation. Unless you let go of your obsession, you will never be reborn. There are many such ghosts. Not everyone has the good luck of female ghost Qiqi. Very few people can cultivate great merits. Therefore, those who cannot become ghosts and do not want to be reincarnated must jump off the Naihe bridge. , They can’t even get to the middle of the bridge at all. Perseverance caught them, and only Wangchuan was their destination.

But even if they stayed in this river for thousands of years, they became crazy, and only instinct remained. Many ghosts could not forget their wishes and let go of obsessions, so day after day, year after year. For the people in the sun, one day in the sky, one year under the ground. But for the people of the underworld, especially the ghosts in the Wangchuan River, one day in the world, the Wangchuan River has been a hundred years old. They were entangled and pained in such a long time, unable to break free.

Whenever a new ghost arrives, the ghosts who have lost their minds still surface and cry, hoping that this is the person they have been waiting for for a long time.

However, it is not after all.

Qinghuan sat at the table, watching the female ghost looking at her with fear and anxiety in her eyes. She murmured: “Where is this? Where is this?!” She looked panicked, as if she was mad.

… She is not the master here, so she rashly spoke, is she a bit distracting? What’s more, she herself is also a ghost who has nothing to rely on… But Qing Huan feels soft, and when she sees the woman panicked, she warmly said: “This is a place where people can only come after death. Don’t you know that you are dead? ?”

The female ghost listened in a daze. For a long time, Fang cried and said: “Yes…I, I’m already dead…I’m… dead…” She sobbed, covering her face with her hands and crying.

For some reason, Qing Huan suddenly felt that perhaps this was the second wish that the little girl left for herself. What did she say at the beginning? Just saying that if she can fulfill the wish of the first ghost she meets after leaving the thatched hut, she can repair her body… But she did not promise that she can save the benefactor. Could it be because she has not done enough?

But her wish before this was indeed fulfilled.

This time, without Qinghuan asking, the female ghost slowly told her story…

It turned out that she was named Hongluan, and she was the daughter of a small family during her lifetime. She was only born with a beautiful appearance. When she was fifteen years old, she was favored by Master Shangshu, so she entered the mansion and became an aunt, Master Shangshu. Young and promising, it was also great to treat her at the beginning. But later, at the moment when she was most favored, Master Shang Shu brought back a woman. The woman was a gift from Master Shang Shu, a friend in China. Although her appearance was only delicate, the methods were very good, even Mrs. Shang Shu was not an opponent. In just a few months, she let Master Shang Shu’s heart fall on her, leaving Hong Luan in the cold.

Even because of Hongluan’s favor before, she made careful calculations to make Master Shang Shu think that Hongluan is a jealous woman who only knows to fight for favor like a snake!

How can Hongluan be hostile to her because she is not a little girl? I couldn’t even argue, I fell into a disadvantage and couldn’t get up.

If things end here, the two sides will naturally be fine, but Hongluan is pregnant after being left out by Master Shangshu! Master Shang Shu stood at a young age, never had a son under his knees, and learned that Hongluan was pregnant, how unhappy he was. She is gentle and considerate to her in every way, and loves her in every way. However, when Hong Luan was pregnant for three months, she unexpectedly miscarried!

Master Shang Shu was furious, but he didn’t find out what was going on, and finally had no choice but to stop. Hongluan lost the fetus in her abdomen in pain, and was very old and haggard. In the past year, she was pregnant again!

This time, she was cautious and extremely cautious. The child was saved, but he ruined himself! I don’t know where the auntie came from, so she was inexplicably charged with adultery! Master Shang Shu loves that woman, and he almost obeyed her words. Naturally, he has no mercy for Hongluan. He actually sank her into the pool without finding an adulterer!

With the flesh and blood in his belly, Hong Luan died injustice.

The soaring resentment stimulated the ghosts in the Wangchuan River, and Hong Luan shed tears: “Master is so cruel! I have been with him for several years, and have never had any scheming to harm his beloved wife and concubine! He is so affectionate, unexpectedly, unexpectedly. I…”

Qing Huan could see clearly that the resentment and hatred she kept were all aimed at that aunt. Although she complained about the master in her mouth, it was far more than her love for him! “So, how are you doing?”

“I want to keep my two children so that they can grow up peacefully…I still want that woman to be punished!” Female ghost Hongluan gritted her teeth.

Qinghuan looked at her and asked, “Where is that master?”

Hongluan was startled, hesitated for a long time, Fang said: “…He treats me mercilessly, why should I have a heart for him!” Thinking of the two children who died, the love in Hongluan’s heart turned into a monstrous hatred and anger.