She didn't know where she was.

It was pitch black, and she couldn't even hear her own breathing.

Wait... is she breathing?

She reached out to probe her own breath, which was naturally cold and motionless. Yes, she remembered, she was dead.

But... how did she die? And why die? She, who is she? what is her name?

Can't remember, can't remember everything.

How did she come to this place? Nothing can be seen around. The dark fog was thick, and even as a ghost, she felt a biting cold. The footsteps moved forward uncontrollably, and didn't know how long walked before faintly heard the sound of the churning of the river. She hesitated for a while, then took a few steps forward, and saw a bright light appearing around her, a wide river that could not see the other side of the river lay in front of her. There is a delicate and distant bridge over the river, and there is nothing at the head of the bridge except a large stone.

There was nothing on the stone, but she stood there as if possessed, and slowly, her life emerged on the stone. Tang Nv Qinghuan, courtesy name Cardamom, was nineteen years old and died in the fifteenth year of the Kaiyuan era in Dasong. During his lifetime, he was infatuated with infatuation, and when he met inhumans, he committed suicide by hanging.

Qinghuan's lips were quivering, she covered her heart, it was empty, but the pain was terrible. The memories that had been briefly forgotten quickly returned to her mind. She once loved a man deeply and gave her life for him, but in the end she ended up heartbroken and committed suicide.

pain.

It hurts to death.

How can ghosts feel pain?

Just when she was about to cry, the black mist on the right side slowly dissipated, and then Qing Huan noticed that there was a silent man in a dragon robe sitting beside the stone. The magnificent dragon robe has now become old and broken, as if a gentle breath will turn into dust. The reason why Qing Huan didn't notice him was because he didn't move, his eyes stared blankly ahead, and even his 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 didn't speak, as if he didn't hear Qing Huan asking him. He seemed to be one with the stone, and the stone was him, and he was the stone. He sat there all the time in silence, with his hands on his knees, and around him, time and space, dust and air, were motionless.

Qing Huan no longer insisted, she returned to the bridge and stepped on it hesitantly. She didn't know how long she had walked, but she was at a loss. As she walked, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a small shop just after her sight. The small shop is in the style of a thatched hut. It is very simple. There are several wooden tables on the wide bridge, and there is a bowl of steaming soup on the table. The soup was crystal clear, like clear water, but it gave off an alluring fragrance. A little girl with a double bun was sitting there, stretching her arms, struggling to stir the soup in the iron pot with a spoon in her hand.

Qing Huan couldn't bear it anymore, so she stepped forward and said softly, "I'll help you."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and when she turned around, seeing her, she instantly showed a happy smile. 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 sat on the bench and kicked her legs. She looked at her curiously with her hands on her chin. After a while, she asked, "Sister, in order to thank you for helping me, may I invite you to have a bowl of soup?"

"...No, I don't want to drink." Qing Huan forced a smile, not wanting to scare the cute child in front of her. She is just a ghost, what kind of soup do ghosts need to drink?

"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 at her with big black and white eyes, and waved her little hand: "Sister, look at the words there."

Qing Huan followed her fingers and looked over. The bridge pier was engraved with three big characters: Naihe Bridge. Black piers, black bridges, black words.

"Sister, you have two choices. One is to drink this bowl of soup and start walking from me until you reach the end. Or..." The little girl put away her smile. "You jump down."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of ghosts and wolves suddenly resounded in the river. Countless ghosts floated up and down on the river. They were men and women, old and young. The only thing they had in common was that they kept crying. The harsh cry made Qing Huan shiver all over. She involuntarily took a step back, all the ghosts were staring at her, their faces... Maybe they couldn't be called faces anymore, only the madness and obsession in their eyes made Qinghuan recognize that they were once people.

"You have already passed through the gate of hell, as long as you drink this bowl of soup, you can be reincarnated." The little girl smiled, got off the stool and walked to Qinghuan's side, the ghost in the Wangchuan River was still there There were screams and cries, the river was so turbid that no color could be seen, and the wide Wangchuan River, which could not be seen, was full of ghosts who were unwilling and refused to leave like this.

"They're all ghosts who jumped from here, so they can't reincarnate or stay sane unless someone they love passes by and recognizes them - but they can't make any noise." The little girl sighed. "I've been here for so many years, and no ghost has ever left here. After a long time in the river, many ghosts have forgotten who they are waiting for. Even if their lovers pass by, they don't recognize them. ."

The little girl said old-fashionedly: "This love is too much trouble, sister, why don't you drink this bowl of soup and move on."

Qing Huan watched the ghost crying in the river silently.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the little girl propped her chin up and looked at her. After a while, she asked, "Sister, do you know someone named He Lianfang?"

Hearing the name, Qing Huan suddenly turned to look at her: "...she is my benefactor."

"Ah... this is troublesome." The little girl pouted."She should have come to replace me, but I've been waiting here for a long time and she won't come. It stands to reason that she should have died a long time ago!"

Qing Huan hurriedly said, "How could she die? When I died, she was young and just got pregnant!"

The little girl said, "She should have died at the age of twelve because she was going to replace me."

"No!" Qing Huan blurted out."She's not dead, she's not going to die, why don't you let me take your place, it just so happens that I don't want to be reincarnated. I..."

Hearing this, the little girl smiled and said, "Sister, are you willing to stay? Your breath is very clean, so you can stay here. If you replace He Lianfang, she can live and return.When you are twelve years old, live again!"

Qing Huan nodded hastily: "I will."

"Okay, then we're done." The little girl smiled with satisfaction and walked over to hold Qing Huan's hand."You come with me."