Bluestone countertop, five-grid stone steps.

A few dry weeping willow branches hung on the shore, and there was no life. The river was muddy, the black fog was hazy, and the smell of the undead was everywhere, and the aura was extremely heavy.

It seems that you can still hear hoarse cries in the distance, unwillingness, remorse, pain, and depressing.

On the side of the dilapidated bridge, there stood a thin, plainly dressed woman, whose hair covered most of her face, and she could not see her appearance or age.

"The west of the bridge is female, the east of the bridge is male, the left yin and the right yang." Hearing the sound of bells coming from the stone slab, the woman closed her eyes, and a somewhat hoarse voice came over, "Passerby, go up to the Nai He Bridge, don't look back." ”

At the end of the darkness, a man in a white shirt slowly approached, with no long objects, but he was tightly holding an arrow with a unique pattern in his hand.

Walking from the road full of undead, but there was no breath of the undead on her body, the woman was a little surprised, and opened her eyes, "After drinking this bowl of soup, the past is broken." ”

Zong Zhengyue looked at the porcelain bowl handed to her, and when she heard the words "cut off", her eyes finally had something strange, "I...... I don't want to cut off the ......."

The woman seemed to have heard many people say this, and her expression was blank, "If you can't finish the bridge, you will fall into the Lechuan River, and you will become an undead ...... from life to life."

I can't forget the past, and I can't walk to the middle of the bridge.

Every inch you take, it hurts for three points.

Zong Zhengyue slowly ** the arrow in his hand, with complicated emotions hidden in his eyes, and finally shook his head lightly, turned around and stepped onto the Nai He Bridge.

"Idiot." The woman sighed slightly, poured the soup in the bowl into the Lechuan River, and finally couldn't help but speak, "...... Passers-by, if you can really cross the Nai Ho Bridge, don't forget that the person you are looking for in the next life has a cold locust fragrance on your body. ”

Zong Zhengyue was shocked, her hand holding the arrow tightened, and a tear finally fell from the corner of her eye, and she soon disappeared into the bluestone bridge.

After such a long time, as long as I heard the news of that person, my heart would be depressed and sour.

Liu Qianwan, I have tortured the widow in this life, how can you let me break off with you......

……

Sensing that the aura of the undead in the Lechuan River had dissipated a little, the woman standing by the bridge sighed, looked in the direction of the comer, and lowered her head, "Old Moon Immortal." ”

Yue Lao hurriedly got down from the peach blossom cloud, pinned the wine jug to his waist, and walked to the bridge in a few steps, "Meng Po, how is the mortal." ”

"The immortal came a little late, and the man entered the bridge." Meng Po said as she took out the bronze mirror from her sleeve and brushed it with her palm, revealing the scene on the Nai He Bridge.

"Has he ever had a soup?" Yue Lao asked.

"Undrunk."

Yue Lao frowned and touched his non-existent beard, "It's okay, even so, it's not impossible to give him a relationship." ”

Since the god has messed up this person's life, it is reasonable to allow this mortal to wish.

"Immortals are like this, if they are known by the gods......" Meng Po hesitated and looked at Yue Lao hesitantly.

Yue Lao brazenly waved his hand and said firmly, "No, no, Shenji has always been casual and informal, so she will never ask about it." ”

What's more, this mortal wouldn't really be so coincidental and meet the fate book picked by the god concubine.

The old god of the moon is here.

Meng Po had to be silent, she was a little earth immortal in the underworld, and it was better not to disobey the people of the heavenly realm.

"The only son of the Ji chaebol, the family has a lot of money...... This is not bad...... "Yue Lao flipped through the book of life, pointed to one casually, and threw it to Meng Po, "When I saw the judge, I said that Ben Xian was free and came to him to catch up." ”

Before the words fell, the peach blossom cloud was summoned, and it disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

The spirits of the dead gathered again.

Meng Po saw a few words on the edge of the book of fate that were directly ignored by Yue Lao, and she was frail and sick, and died at the age of twenty-two...... The corners of his mouth twitched inexorably.

Yue Lao, is this really helping this mortal to fulfill his wish?

A certain immortal family lying on the peach blossom cloud was about to open the wine jug, and suddenly sneezed several times in a row: ...... Who? Who's calling me?

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