This book
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Unfinished love in this life
Author: Xiling Xue< /p>
Chapter 1 Underworld: Naihe Bridge
Black. As black as a blind man. The world is as dark as the beginning of chaos and chaos.
There are many sounds overlapping in the darkness: the wind is crying "whimpering", the river is flowing quietly, the sound of the imp shaking the tip of the whip to drive away the dead souls... the sound of crickets and birds chirping, far away. There was a shrill scream on the ground, like a wolf or a tiger. I don’t know what kind of beast it was, maybe it was a human.
Wuyan suddenly realized that it was really a human being, a person howling in extreme pain. Some people are more ferocious than wild beasts in life, and some people are more painful than wild beasts after death. This is the cry of people who are in unbearable pain after being tortured in purgatory.
There are so many flower souls and bird souls. When they are blooming, their shadows are sparse and slanting, and after they die, their fragrance floats. Wuyan walked along the river bank, following the fragrance of dead roses and listening to the cuckoo's soul whimpering, but could not see any light. She had long been accustomed to not being able to see, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with it - she was basically blind when she was alive.
She just felt thirsty. After traveling for so long, she walked forward hopelessly, and kept moving forward, never letting her stop. Don't they all say that death is eternal rest? Why is her journey to death so difficult?
The wind blows from the water, bringing a cold breath that touches the body and bones. That whimpering thing is Huang Quan, right?
She stood and listened quietly. The sound of water gurgling was distant and ethereal. It must be that the river was bottomless. Wuyan didn't want to leave anymore. She didn't have a direction, and she didn't want to go anywhere at all - if she couldn't go to Pei Lingzheng, what difference would it make where to go?
The river surges greedily, as if it is eager to devour. Even the wronged souls of tens of thousands of years cannot fill it. Even if the entire mountain sinks, it will leave no trace, right? Wuyan stood on the bank of the river, feeling the urge to jump - she was already dead, and even if she jumped into the river, it would only be her second death. What difference did it make? The sound of water made her thirstier. She was already very tired and desperate. She really wanted to stop and take a sip of water. Even though people said that the Yellow Spring water was made from human tears and was bitter and astringent, she didn't care. .
However, there was a force pulling her in the dark, not allowing her to jump or stop for too long. She had no choice but to continue walking forward... walking... from life to death, from person to person. ghost.