"Mom, isn't there a story about that bridge? Ma Xiaoman walked to the door and looked back at his mother, pointed to the bridge not far away, where everyone would walk, looked at his mother and asked, "There seems to be a story, why are you asking this?" Ma's mother frowned, and looked at Ma Xiaoman with some concern and asked.

"It's nothing, I just want to hear the story. Ma Xiaoman said and walked towards the back kitchen, while Ma's mother frowned and looked at the back of Ma Xiaoman leaving and fell into deep thought, "Uncle Xiao Li, is there any legend about the bridge at the entrance of the village," Ma Xiaoman took the steamed bun handed to him by Uncle Xiao Li, and asked with some uncertainty.

"You want to know, I'll tell you when I'm done with this. Xiao Li said and sped up to finish the work in hand, Ma Xiaoman drank porridge, ate steamed buns and pickles, sat aside and waited quietly.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Li finished his work, sat opposite Ma Xiaoman, and told her the story about the bridge, according to legend, the bridge was originally nothing special, but one year there was a girl in their village who wanted to marry to the village on the other side of the mountain, when passing by the bridge, encountered a landslide, the sedan chair man left his son and fled, so that the bride was directly washed away by the flood.

After the flood passed, the bridge continued to be used, and the palanquin bearers went to the bridge for three consecutive years to burn paper for the girl, praying for the girl's forgiveness, although at night someone would see a girl in red clothes sitting on the bridge, but she never took the initiative to hurt anyone, although everyone knew that the bridge was not clean, but they were not afraid, at most they did not go there at night.

After listening to Xiao Li's story, Ma Xiaoman can be sure that the one he was inexplicably subdued by himself is the bride who should have been swept away by the flood in his mouth, "It turns out that such a thing happened on that bridge, thank you Uncle Xiao Li for telling me this." Ma Xiaoman said and walked towards the dishwashing table with his own bowl.

Xiao Li watched Ma Xiaoman leave and continued to be busy with his own affairs, while Ma Xiaoman walked to the courtyard and quietly looked at the bridge not far away, "Meeting me may be the best choice for you," Ma Xiaoman muttered softly, and suddenly there was a burning sensation on his wrist, which disappeared immediately.

And Ma Xiao was satisfied with the darkness on the treasure bottle mark on his wrist and became less visible to the naked eye, "Master, you are too powerful, just listening to a story persuaded that person to reincarnate." Tong Tong's voice was full of surprise, and the voice sounded in Ma Xiaoman's mind.

She stayed at the most beautiful age, she should have been the happiest time, but she didn't want to be lost because of natural disasters, she didn't have hatred in her heart, all she lacked was an opportunity. "Ma Xiaoman was not ugly when she saw the girl on the bridge, if it weren't for the black gas around her, she might even treat her as an ordinary person.

"Seriously, you should be regarded as her nobleman," Tong Tong's voice was not as weak as before tomorrow, "It doesn't matter if you are noble or not, as long as you can help her." As soon as Ma Xiaoman said that his head was leaning on the table, Ma's mother hurriedly ran out of the house.

"Girl, are you feeling unwell, I'll call your dad and ask him to take you to the hospital. Ma's mother looked at Ma Xiaoman with nervousness in her voice, "Mom, I'm fine, you don't have to be so nervous, I just want to lie on the table for a while." Facing his mother's worried eyes, Ma Xiaoman explained helplessly.