A strange smile appeared on Ling Motang's face, her originally ruddy face began to turn green, she couldn't help nodding, the hairpin that was inserted in her hair to fix her long hair fell, and the pile of white bones lay quietly at the bottom of the lake. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Her long hair spread out in the lake, and her extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with black, and there was no whites to be seen. The body gradually approached the bottom of the lake, and lay on the pile of bones in a slow posture.

Suddenly, she felt something stabbed hard on her buttocks, and the pain made Ling Motang's eyes widen, and the Lingtai suddenly cleared up, only then did she realize that she was fascinated by the sound of "coo-dong-goo-dong", and she almost fused with this pile of white bones.

Looking down again, it was actually the hairpin that Yu Wanyin gave her who stabbed her buttocks, and when the hairpin fell, the pointed end was stuck in the middle of the white bones, and she was welcoming Ling Motang's arrival with a high-spirited attitude.

Ling Motang pulled the hairpin out of the white bones, and the white bones that were originally quietly sunk at the bottom of the lake were lifted by the current because of her action of pulling out the hairpin, and they were floating and jumping at the bottom of the lake, as if they had life.

Looking at the hairpin in her hand, Ling Motang was angry and funny, but she didn't expect that Yu Wanyin was no longer by her side, and the things she gave her continued to mutilate her body.

However, thanks to this hairpin, otherwise she might have really been fascinated and merged with this ghostly thing.

That face seemed to be enraged, making a sharper sound than before, the noisy Ling Motang's brain hurt, the white bones at the bottom of the lake danced in the lake and rotated directionlessly, and the upper and lower teeth of a skull kept opening and closing, biting Ling Motang's wide sleeves and not letting go.

The look of disgust on Ling Motang's face was extremely obvious, if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't speak in the water, she would definitely feel that Zhen Nyima was disgusting.

Ling Motang dragged away the skeleton that bit her cuff and threw it at the human face, and then without hesitation, he pierced his index finger with a hairpin, and his body rushed straight towards the human face like the most agile fish, and his index finger was pointed at the center of the human face's eyebrows......

"Zhao Lang, why don't you come?"

"Do you know how long I've been waiting?"

"You said that since we can't live together, we should die together, why don't you come?"

……

The woman's sharp voice rushed into Ling Motang's mind again, Ling Motang closed his eyes, and scenes of the life of that face appeared in his mind.

"Ah Ruan, you wait for me, we can't be born together, then we will die together." The man's expression was resolute: "You and I met and fell in love on the Red Bridge, then you and I will be buried together on the Red Bridge, are you afraid?" ”

The woman named Ah Ruan nodded timidly: "Zhao Lang, I'm not afraid." The voice was small but unusually solemn: "On the night of October 12, I will wait for you to come." ”

"On the night of September 12, I will wait for you."

"On the night of September 12, I will wait for you."

……

This sentence changed from a shy and charming tone to an eerie and sharp tone, constantly swirling in Ling Motang's mind, and Ling Motang suddenly remembered that tonight was the twelfth day of September.

Ling Motang frowned slightly, if she could make a sound in the lake, she would definitely ask: Life is so worthless in the eyes of you men and women who believe in love?

You will put love first, and others may not cherish it. The man hadn't betrayed the love they believed in, the man flinched, first, because he couldn't bear to look at his tearful parents, and second, he was afraid of death.

In the end, the man married a young lady from an official family, took the fame test, and since then his official fortune has prospered and he has spent his life in peace.

It's just that I don't know if a man can still remember at some point when he looks back on his life that there was a woman who was even timid to speak and decided to fall into the red bridge for him......

The woman waited in the water of Hongqiao Lake for year after year, from conviction to wavering and finally resentment, gathering anger and turning into a ghost who did not want to reincarnate, she bewitched the woman who was hurt by love and jumped into the lake, she dragged the man in the flower building into the bottom of the lake, let them become a part of her, and accompanied her to wander at the bottom of the cold lake, a hundred years after another hundred years, the man has died of old age or has been reincarnated for several lifetimes, but the woman is still under the Hongqiao Lake.

Ling Motang never believed in love, she didn't understand why someone was so stupid and gave up life for the sake of love.

In her previous life, she had seen too much impure love, including her parents' marriage.

Therefore, Ling Motang would rather talk and tease handsome men in the midst of drinking and drinking, and never give true feelings, and those who pay their feelings first often lose miserably, and her mother is the best example.

If you want to survive now, you can only forcibly summon the Po Sa Tower.

Ling Motang's fingers pinched, the index finger and thumb of her right hand clasped her left wrist, the force she used almost broke her left wrist, the pain of her left wrist made her brows lock deeply and look painful, for a long time, a crystal pagoda slowly appeared at her wrist, after a burst of golden light fluctuations, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in the lake, and there were countless souls that could not be seen approaching Ling Motang's surroundings, revolving around the little pagoda......

In the end, the lake returned to calm, and the tower slowly returned to Ling Motang's hands, and finally turned into the pattern of the tower on Ling Motang's wrist, and there was a faint golden light outlining the pattern of the tower, but after a while, the golden light dissipated and looked at Ling Motang's wrist, white and tight, and the tower had disappeared.

Since Ling Motang was born and received the memory inheritance of the Heavenly Master, Ling Motang's mother sealed the Po Sa Pagoda in her body.

The Po Sa Pagoda is an ancient holy relic, which can put the ghosts into the tower, and with the improvement of the user's spells, this Po Sa Pagoda can even lock in the living, but the use of the Po Sa Pagoda does not stop there, more functions Ling Motang's mother did not tell her, and Ling Motang needs to discover and comprehend it himself.

Right now, it was obviously impossible to turn the ghost at the bottom of the lake, so Ling Motang thought of using the Bo Sa Pagoda with the seal in his body to trap the ghost in it first, and then dissolve his anger when he got to the shore.

In fact, with Ling Motang's current level of cultivation, it was not enough to summon the Po Sa Tower, but the current situation was urgent, and the effect of taking the Breath Pills underwater was about to disappear, so Ling Motang had no choice but to forcibly summon the Po Sa Pagoda in his body.

The evil consequence of forcibly summoning the Posa Tower is that the breath is disordered, and the true qi is scattered, but fortunately, he did not go mad when he was using the Fa.

Ling Motang looked at the bottom of the lake that had calmed down, and quickly swam towards the shore, but it took a lot of effort to summon the Po Sua Tower, and he slowed down soon after swimming, and when he swam desperately to the shore, one hand finally pulled ashore, and one foot stepped on Ling Motang's green white jade finger without warning, and the foot was wearing black gold-rimmed boots, which looked very valuable.

Ling Motang opened her mouth to scream, but a large mouthful of lake water was poured into her mouth, and she used her other hand to hold the person's calf tightly, only to feel that the sky was spinning, and the leg she was holding actually knocked her to the ground.

So the sad Ling Motang fell to the ground with his back to the sky, and the people who had just experienced a catastrophe all looked at the people with long hair who suddenly appeared from the water and were not ghosts, and they all stepped back, and Ling Motang's gaze was the same: There are ghosts!