Preface:

Flowers on the other side, flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, flowers bloom for a thousand years, flowers and leaves fall, flowers and leaves bloom, flowers and leaves never meet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The flowers on the other side bloom, and the soul returns to one.

In this world, there are very few people who can see those flowers that bloom to the extreme of enchantment, and it is said that the flowers can deceive people's hearts, and it is easy for people to get lost in the fiery world.

And this kind of flower can only be seen and seen by the souls of the bone-eating hatred, or fall into the animal path, or be reborn as a human being, or the soul is scattered.

Gu Jin, the mystery of hell, with black hair and black eyes, walking in the black and white space, no one knows who she is and what her identity is.

I only know that she has been staying by the cloak flowers of the Yellow Spring of Hell, her appearance has not changed for three thousand years, and she has made a contract with the resentful to eliminate the resentment and fulfill her wish for the resentful.

After death, the soul of a person will go to hell to be judged, waiting for reincarnation, and reincarnation.

There is also a way to go to the soul exchange and fulfill a long-cherished wish at the cost of a contract with the important things of one's life.

Everything in this world has a cycle of cause and effect, and everything depends on what you have done in the world?

Whether it is accumulating good karma, or being full of evil, whether it is giving roses to others, or falling into a well, or being a lonely soul and a wild ghost, or becoming a demon because of obsession, or being a powerful ghost, the karma obtained is naturally different.

The most tricky ghosts are called Soul Breakers in the Soul Exchange, and the other side of the Hell Yellow Spring is a place where thousands of Soul Departures long to get close but dare not approach.

It was the eighteen levels of hell and heaven......

As the saying goes: one thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

All good and evil will be rewarded in the end......

The dark and winding path, only a few faint yellow lanterns faintly emitted a faint light, and the oiled paper wrapped in the lanterns had long been torn, except for the white wax that was about to burn out, as if it was about to be annihilated.

Obviously, he had walked a path that was familiar to him for hundreds of years, but the ghost only felt that the air seemed to be exceptionally cold tonight. It was as if the air was heavy, and he was slightly out of breath.

After walking for a while, the ghost hurriedly stepped onto the Nai He Bridge, trying not to look back at the endless black sky behind him.

"Babble, babble...... Squeak~"

A faint voice in his ears made the ghost stop his steps, and his feet seemed to be no longer his own, and he could not take another step, allowing the terrifying voice to follow him sometimes heavy and sometimes light.

For some reason, the souls of those who had been sentenced to death for their sins suddenly appeared in front of them, and at that time, as the knife fell, pieces of bones peeled off.

At that time, the sound of the bone-cutting was just as numbing and creepy as it was tonight. Just thinking of that scene, the ghost felt as if his bones had been cut by a knife.

Fortunately, under the Nai He Bridge is Meng Po's territory, and this long road has finally come to an end.

Thinking of this, the ghost quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the gloomy and dilapidated small hut not far under the bridge.

I suddenly had some confidence in my heart, I took a hard breath, and just wanted to continue moving forward, but the rickety black shadow that suddenly appeared in front of him almost made him turn his back and die again.

Meng ...... Meng Po?" The ghost's voice changed a few degrees, and he grabbed the papier-mâché lantern in his hand, his teeth chattered, and he recognized the person in front of him after half a sound.

The rickety figure wrapped in a black robe slowly lifted up, and the black hat covered most of his face, leaving only a thin and snow-white frightening chin.

The heart of the ghost cha fell back to the place leisurely, the people were scared to death, and the ghosts were scared to death......

After staring at Meng Po carefully for a moment, she found that her bare chin was as delicate as a baby, but her hands were wrinkled, and only skin and bones remained.

As if feeling the gaze of the ghost, Meng Po flicked her sleeves and put her hand into it, and then said loudly: "If you cross my Nai He Bridge when you are old, you will definitely drink a bowl of Meng Po soup." ”

The sharp and harsh voice made the ghost cha frown, he knew Meng Po's rules, but he had to reach that person's ears, even if Meng Po was not easy to get along with, he had to pass by here.

The ghost said cautiously with a smile on his face: "I know your rules, but the little ones don't dare to disobey the master's order, and ask Meng Po to make it convenient for me to finish the errand." ”

Meng Po laughed twice, and her tone became disdainful: "He has his important things, I have my rules, and they have never been related." ”

Meng Po slowly raised her head, and the face of an eighteen-year-old girl was exposed, looking at the ghost's eyes like thorns: "What?

Before the ghost could reply in shock under that face, the sharp voice suddenly became low and mocking: "Yes, how did I forget, how can he talk and count in the past tens of thousands of years." ”

The oni opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. At first, I didn't have time to reply, but now I don't know how to reply.

Meng Po glanced at the ghost and raised her eyebrows: "There are only two roads passing by my Nai He Bridge, one leads to the cycle of life and death, and the other is the Yellow Spring on the other side." ”

"Seeing that you are not going to the path of reincarnation of life and death, but you are going to find that one?"

The ghost nodded again and again, and hurriedly said, "Exactly." ”

Meng Po lowered her head slightly, flicked her sleeves sideways, and her eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of sorrows, but before the ghost could confirm it again, it had already disappeared.

The ghost cha understood what Meng Po meant, and bowed to Meng Po and walked quickly, for fear that the other party would immediately regret it.

But for some reason, she couldn't help but glance back, Meng Po was still standing in place, tilting her head slightly at this time, and her figure looked extremely lonely and lonely in the dark night.

"Flowers on the other side, bloom on the other side. The flowers on the other side bloom, the flowers and leaves will never meet, all this, will it all belong to you in the end?"

The ghost pursed his lips, only feeling that this sentence contained too many things, and he didn't dare to continue to think about it, and hurried away again.

All the people in Hell know that there is a person living in Huangquan on the other side, and no one knows who she is, what her identity is, and what she looks like.

I only know that the king of Hades mentioned that this person's face was complicated, and his tone seemed to be happy rather than worried, but he didn't see him go to Huangquan once.

This man is said to have been in hell for millions of years, and such a person, he is about to see it, but he does not know whether to be happy or worried.

Just like the world, people who know too much will not end well.

It's just that when the brilliant crimson lights up the entire night sky like a torch, the ghost almost left all his thoughts behind and stared blankly at the dreamlike scene.

The patches of flowers on the other side looked like a carpet of blood from a distance, illuminating the long Huangquan Road.

He seemed to see the shadow in his heart rising in the fiery red landscape, and he seemed to have returned to the beginning, the appearance he wanted to be the most.

The wife and children beside him are warm and happy, they don't worry about their livelihood, they don't part with life and death, they are flesh and blood...... Alive.

"Come here~" His wife held out her hand to him, a smile on her face.

He slowly stretched out his hand......

Wherever he longed, as long as he grabbed those hands, he could go back.

There is no need to think about it, there is no need to dream back at midnight, now, they are right in front of him, smiling and stretching out their hands.

As long as he catches ......

As long as he ......

Catch it, and he'll be able to reunite with them......