The misfortunes of life can only be solved by the living, and death can make people escape from suffering, but it does not mean liberation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is just an escape, there is hope in life, and there is only despair in death. This is true of the lonely soul of chaos, and the same is true of the resentful yin god.

Many people think that early death is early and early superbirth, but in fact, whether or not they are superborn is not necessarily related to dying sooner or later. It is better to live in the world than to die in vain. While I don't really like the six realms of reincarnation or anything like that, sometimes it does solve a lot of problems. Whether living or dead, there must be a lifespan. For example, if a person has a life span of 80 years, if he dies, he will die immediately. But if you die at the age of seventy-nine, then you will have a year of yin life, and you will have to wait until your life is exhausted before you can die.

Generally speaking, unless there is a strong obsession or resentment, ghosts are muddy and unconscious.

The woman on the bridge has been a person for more than 20 years, and she has been a ghost for 40 or 50 years, and it should not be time to die. And cultivation can increase the number of lifespans, ghosts can also practice, and her lifespan should be very long.

The bridge gave her new life, but it also imprisoned her. During the day she was in a state of confusion, and only at night could she wake up. And even at night, the only place she could go was the bridge. Wandering night after night, lamenting night after night, maybe she will regret her decision to commit suicide. The desire for love supports her, but it is precisely because of love that she has become a sharp weapon in the hands of others.

She always thought that it was her lover who passed by the bridge, and she always thought that her lover would come looking for her. It's just a pity that I am always disappointed, disappointed again and again. She doesn't have the intention of harming others, but none of the men who have always disrespected women, none of them are not afraid of women's ghosts, it should be because they have done too many bad things. As a result, she became a legendary demon, and then she was driven by others and at the mercy of those who did things for profit.

"Empty wow. She stepped out of the shadows of the railing.

There is no moon tonight, the night wind is slightly cold, and the people crossing the bridge are in a hurry, and they forget to carry lanterns in their hands. She thought of her love, of the man who was running around, of the belated condolences and greetings.

How many years have passed, has he changed his appearance, has he ever thought of her? wandering on the bridge every night, just to meet him a moment earlier. However, people came and went, and all she got was disappointment. To her kind greetings, the night traveler usually has only one answer.

"Hell!" the man screamed, and fell to the ground.

It's going to scare people, she thought. She was sad, that wasn't what she intended, but it was true. She wanted to reach out - she wouldn't do it if she were alive, but now that she was a ghost, she would certainly be given some extra freedom.

But he couldn't reach for it. The man misunderstood her actions and fled. She didn't dare to hold on, or even move, because the bridge was not wide and had long since been damaged in many places. The frightened person has already lost his bearings, and if the panic is even worse, there is a high chance of an accident. She's just a ghost, and she doesn't have the power that others might think.

In fact, she just wants to remind the people who cross the bridge, please be careful, please slow down, please help me carry a word......

Looking at the stumbling back with teary eyes, she could only silently hide in the shadow of the bridge. In those years, her life was just a shadow, a shadow that followed her body. He walked and she went, until one day, when he and someone else left, but let her stay......

Now, she's still just a shadow. Isn't death the shadow of life? Only by living can we leave something, but compared with eternal death, life is too short. So from this day on, she began her practice without herself noticing.

From the gentle moonlight, from the gurgling water, and the night breeze that always has no good face, she gradually solidified from a phantom, and her thoughts gradually became clearer. Although she still can't leave the confines of the bridge, she doesn't have to hide in the shadow of the bridge, and if the sun isn't hot during the day, she can still get a brief glimpse of the world in the sun.

"There are female ghosts on that bridge, and if I hadn't run fast, I would have been like the ronin and samurai of the previous two years. ”

"There are fairies on the bridge, beautiful and able to fulfill other people's wishes. It's a pity that only nobles can meet ......"

……

People are talking about her, and they are not her.

Ronin and samurai have been in decline for a long time. Rulers need weapons at their disposal, not unstable elements. So not only did the samurai fight with each other, but even the government could not tolerate them.

That night's fight had nothing to do with her, but everyone said that it was killed by a female ghost.

Horses have no night grass and no fertilizer, and people have no foreign wealth and no wealth. Commoners only knew that the nobles could eat delicious sashimi and snow-white rice, and the higher level of enjoyment could not be imagined. It is impossible to imagine, and then it is impossible to doubt, that the nobles have what they can never ask for. Therefore, under the cover of night, the nobles can hide their robberies and abductions well, and they can't hide it, and there are ghosts, fairies, and Buddhas who are scrambling to fulfill their wishes.

She can't fulfill other people's wishes, but as long as others think she can, it's enough. Even if she was weak and couldn't see the midday sun, the strength she had cultivated for decades could only barely blow the ends of the willow strands.

The bridge gave her many memories that didn't belong to her, but for a ghost, nothing mattered. I thought that no matter how many ronins and samurai died on the bridge, there were no more women who threw themselves into the water. Not everyone is as lucky as her, and the vast majority of ghosts can only remain in a dying posture, with no consciousness or emotion, only the pain or grief left behind in that last moment. The so-called ghost is probably the last thought.

What's going on? I can't see the most important thing! How did she get used? Who did it?

She had no choice, and the bridge was also a last resort. My borrowing method depends on whether people are happy or not, these people actually directly exorcise ghosts and gods, it is really hateful.

The next moment, Xiaoqiu crossed the bridge and swung out with a knife, unfolding the unreal and the real. The back is very majestic, and there seems to be a voice coming - the technique stops here!

The frightening dream also passed over the bridge, and the illusion could not blind his eyes. He jumped up and down like a monkey, like a bear kid who was interested in everything. If it weren't for the fact that the enemy hiding in the shadows had collected the spell, he would have had to tear down the entire bridge.

Dongliu did not go on the bridge. He had always disliked trouble, so he bypassed it from a long distance.

The only thing that surprised me was Liu Fufeng. He's been helping Laughing Hill in the shadows, so he's come across the bridge as well. He made an appointment to meet Xiaoqiu, and he came early......

"He made an appointment with me, but I don't know why he didn't come. A sigh rang out.