The scene on the bridge suddenly flashed in my mind, and the sad eyebrows and eyes of the woman in white lingered in front of my eyes. I asked, "You mean, this is the fate of Sister Meng Po, right?" ”

Fusheng paused and said, "The donor's understanding is not wrong. The fate of all living beings is determined by heaven, which is an eternal law. ”

I pursed my lips and tried to retort, but I didn't know what to say. A ghost queen who has been stationed in Huangquan for thousands of years has lost all her mana because of this simple fate, what a ridiculous thing!

Suddenly remembering what Meng Xi said to me, I asked: "On the bridge, Sister Meng Po once said, 'I am willing to exchange with you', what does this mean?" "My gut tells me that this question is important.

Fu Sheng did not answer my question directly, he said, "The donor can open the book in your hand and see it at a glance." ”

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I frowned, I had a heartfelt fear of "Floating Life", but I didn't dare to throw it away.

This book seems to be one with me, but it seems to be threatening my life all the time.

Fusheng sighed and said slowly: "Donor, some roads are destined to be walked by you alone, and others will not be able to help you." ”

Hearing his words, I quickly put away my weakness, and sneered in my heart, this person is as cold as a fighter, how can he help me, I am so naïve!

I took the book out and looked at it for the first time. The dark gold cover, without any fancy embellishments, is only painted with the word "floating".

I turned the first page and I was greeted by a painting.

In the painting, there is a bridge, and the gray-black river water under the bridge is surging, and the clouds in the sky are as black as splashing ink. A smear of white on the bridge, looking closely, it seems to be the silhouette of a woman, falling on the bridge deck. The woman's white right arm stretched out from the sleeve, and a red rope that was not long was tied around her wrist, and the red rope that was not long was as bright as blood against the background of the white clothes. Even through the drawing paper, I could feel the desperation of the woman.

I was about to read it, but "Floating Life" turned into a ray of golden light, shooting into my eyebrows. At that moment, I felt my head explode!

Before I could cry out in pain, the suffocating pain was gone. A female voice as bright as a fairy sounded in my head: "There are six volumes of "Floating Life", which is written based on the memories of six women. When a woman hands over her life's experience, she will be given a life that she can write on her own. ”

As the female voice spoke, an almost transparent statue of the goddess slowly formed in my mind.

The goddess had her eyes closed, her face compassionate, and her posture graceful. I have never seen such a beautiful woman in my life, and a statue alone is breathtakingly beautiful.

I asked in my mind, "What happens to a woman when she hands over her life experience?" ”

The fairy voice in the statue of the goddess came again: "Die." ”

The beautiful sound was like a spell, and I almost fainted!

I yelled, "How can I die? Didn't you say you'd give her a life she could write on her own? How can I write ...... when I'm dead?" I thought that the beautiful Oni Ji would leave me forever, and I couldn't stop crying.

"Break and then stand, cast and write a new life. Only by killing him can he ......"

The female voice became smaller and smaller, and the statue of the goddess became more and more blurred, and I shouted anxiously: "You can leave after you finish!" ”

When the words fell, I opened my eyes suddenly, and I saw the gentle face of Fusheng!