Qing Huan followed the girl into the thatched hut and turned to a small room. The little girl motioned for her to go in and see for herself. Qing Huan went in ignorantly, and the next second, she covered her mouth abruptly, afraid that she would exclaim.

Who wasn't she lying on the bed?

Perhaps seeing Qing Huan's puzzlement, the little girl happily said: "This is your body, I found it here, you are in the state of wandering spirit now, but if you can complete the after you go out The wish of the ghost she met made her willingly cross the Naihe Bridge, and you can repair it."

That body with hundreds of holes and sores lay in front of Qing Huan like this. She gently blinked away the tears from her eyelashes, and led the little girl out of the thatched hut again. As soon as they stepped out of the threshold with one foot, they saw a woman wearing intricate clothes in front of the table, and the color of her clothes could no longer be seen. The woman's exposed skin was full of scars from swords and long black hair. Messy as straw, knotted and covered with filth. At this moment, she was standing at the table, with her beautiful eyes staring straight at the fire where the soup was boiling.

Qing Huan walked over and asked, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

The female ghost slowly looked up and Qing Huan gasped. It turned out that she could no longer see her true colors. Under the filth, her face had been destroyed and bloody. Qing Huan didn't know what was going on, so she wanted to go back and ask the little girl, but when she turned her head, she found that the little girl had disappeared without a trace.

She suppressed the fear and panic in her heart. Because of the arrival of the female ghost, the ghosts in the Wangchuan River began to howl and struggle again. They had forgotten who they were waiting for and who they were, but every time they saw a new ghost coming from I walked over the bridge, but I still cried nonstop, hoping that it would be the one I couldn't let go of for thousands of years. They don't know whether the person they are waiting for is a man or a woman, a relative or a lover, this has become their instinct, the only instinct other than crying.

That piece of ghost crying and wolf howling, I could hear Huan's eardrums hurting. The female ghost seemed to have never heard of it, and still stared at the fire in a trance. Qing Huan couldn't bear to see her in such a miserable state, so she asked again, "Miss, why did you come here?"

She is a soft-hearted person after all, if it was the little girl just now, she would never ask the ghost's story, because it means nothing at all.

Maybe Qinghuan's face was too beautiful, or maybe her voice was too gentle, the female ghost was silent for a while, during which Qinghuan also waited patiently. She was a very kind and gentle girl, and the ghost in front of her was so miserable, she really couldn't feel any disgust for her. What's more, compared to the female ghost, where is she better than herself?

"I... come from Yixiang Courtyard, where the imperial court and the rivers and lakes are at the junction. I... fell in love with a person. He saved me, I..." The female ghost spoke intermittently, she used the pair of The still very beautiful but cloudy eyes looked at Qing Huan, blood and tears surging down one by one. "Master, he... doesn't love me, he loves another girl."

It took Qing Huan a long time to listen to the female ghost tell the story.

Her name is Qiqi. She was originally the daughter of a farmer by the Yangtze River not far from Yixiangyuan. She was born with a filthy appearance since she was a child, and was sold into Yixiangyuan by her father who wanted a son. The bustard raised her until she was twelve years old, and she bid for her. That night, she was acquired by a one-year-old man who had strange hobbies. The girl from Yixiangyuan alone would have lost a lot of money in his hands. indivual. When Qiqi was in his hands, he suffered a lot. Fortunately, when his life was dying, he was rescued by the gentleman Wuya, who was admired by everyone in the martial arts, the owner of Lijian Villa. He was young, and he had a good relationship with her words, so he wrapped her up and became his confidante.

A gentleman is a real gentleman. In the eight years together, he has never touched her at all. She was already amazingly beautiful when she was fifteen years old, but the son was unmoved. Until later, the son said that he would never come to Yixiangyuan again, because he wanted to marry a wife and start a family, so he ordered someone to bring it to her. With enough money for redemption, hope she can get rid of her low status and find a good person to entrust her for life.

It's just, how does the young master know that the Hua Kui who was rescued by his temporary good intentions has already secretly promised him?

She clearly loves him deeply, but she can't let him know, because when she was fifteen years old, when she knew the relationship between men and women, she knew that he already had someone in his heart.

She is the eldest lady of the Kuai Dao family who grew up with his childhood sweetheart. The eldest young lady is bright and charming, charming and lively, and she is the gentleman's favorite. Qi Qi was infatuated and never told her that after the young master refused to see her, she did not make any demands, only returned the bank note, refusing to accept his meritless reward. Although she is a prostitute, she also has such a bit of backbone.

Qi Qi knew that compared with the eldest lady of the Kuai Dao family, she had no room for victory. The eldest lady has three brothers, all of whom are well-known figures, loved by their parents, known as the fast knife and dragon girl in the rivers and lakes, and the son is also fond of her. And she is just a prostitute who was sold by her biological father for a tael of silver, and she is like a cloud and mud from the eldest young lady.

However, Qi Qi never imagined that the eldest young lady would find out that she returned the bank note. She never knew that the woman whom the son loves would be such a jealous person! In her sleep, she was kidnapped from the couch and blindfolded. She didn't know how long she had been tortured. She only knew that it was several men, but she didn't know who those people were. Qiqi is nothing but a delicate woman, how can she compete with the people in the arena with strong martial arts?

Since her body was completely destroyed, and her face was ruined by a sharp blade, before she died, she heard the eldest lady say that if she dared to covet Brother Wuya, she deserved to die!

After Qi Qi died, her body was sunk to the bottom of the pool. The son thought that she had redeemed herself and left, and would no longer inquire, and her icy corpse lay in the deep mud, day after day, year after year.

"I think, get, my son, love." The blood and tears in the female ghost Qi Qi's eyes couldn't stop falling. "I think, she was punished." She still had a breath when she was sunk to the bottom of the pool, but the silt had no mouth and nose, and the pain of suffocation could only be described in a few words.

Qing Huan pity her rough fate, sigh lightly, cover the back of the female ghost Qiqi's hand, and say, "I..."

"You, can you help me?" The female ghost Qiqi looked at her with a flat tone and a bloody face, but Qing Huan could hear her hope and begging.

She couldn't make her wish, and she couldn't cross the Naihe Bridge.

The little girl's voice suddenly came out of her head. Qing Huan was taken aback, and the little girl said again, if you promise her, that's all.

Qing Huan is a firm-minded person. Since he decides to stay on the bridge, he will not go back on it. She said softly to the female ghost Qiqi, "Of course I will help you."

After speaking, before she had time to smile, she saw darkness in front of her eyes, but in the blink of an eye, she walked from the dark Naihe Bridge to a magnificent room, and in front of her was a flamboyant woman shaking her handkerchief. Pointing at her, Qing Huan listened carefully, only to realize that she was talking about her worth. She turned her head and saw the mirror in the room. Although the bronze mirror was dim, it still reflected the appearance of a seven- or eight-year-old girl.

It took Qing Huan a while to realize where she was now. The little girl's voice resounded in her mind again: Sister, you have to remember that you must dig into a ghost's wish, as long as it doesn't hurt the heavens and the truth, waste people's lives, and mess with the laws and regulations, anything will do. If you can't let the ghost be reincarnated this time, your benefactor will die!

As long as he mentions the only person who is good to him, Qing Huan has the courage to reckon with everything. She was originally a timid woman, and she had used all her strength to hold back her fear and decide to stay at Naihe Bridge.