The so-called Lechuan River is the only way for all ghosts to come to the underworld, and it is also the only way for the ghost officials in the underworld to go to the world.

Before Xie Zhen could get closer, he heard the sound of a child crying. In this open place, it looks eerie, making people's backs chill and scalp tingling.

But if you listen closely, you can still make out that it's the little ghost's voice.

It turned out that the mysterious voice was really helping him.

Xie Zhen quickly quickened his pace and ran towards the source of the sound.

After a while, what caught my eye was that the little ghost was lying on the ground, looking at the scene of crying sadly at the Lechuan River, which was simply sad for the watchers and sad for the hearrs.

Xie Zhen hesitated for a moment, but slowly approached.

Probably sad, the little ghost didn't notice anyone approaching.

Walking to his side, Xie Zhen squatted down. But after squatting down, he didn't know what to say or do, so he hurriedly took out a leaf from his sleeve, thought about it, handed it to him, and said, "That...... Rub? ”

After saying that, he immediately regretted that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and get into it. Who wipes tears with a leaf?

But...... The only thing he could take out was leaves. Is it possible to tear off a piece of fabric......

When the little ghost heard this, he hurriedly raised his head, and when he saw that it was Xie Zhen, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes moved to the tender and dripping leaves in his hand, and he was speechless for a while, and even forgot to cry.

"Which... Who wipes tears with a leaf? ”

"Ahem...... Xie Zhen covered his lips and coughed lightly as he tucked the leaves into his sleeve.

Alas...... was actually disgusted by children.

"But...... You better give it to me. The little ghost suddenly stretched out his hand again, looking at Xie Zhen with wet eyes, his face expressionless.

It's obviously a small face carved in pink, and sometimes it shows some seriousness that doesn't fit the age, which is really cute.

Although he was puzzled, Xie Zhen took out the leaf again and handed it to him.

Anyway, it's just a leaf, and it can't do anything.

But the little ghost held the leaf in his hand next, and the words he said made him slightly stunned.

"After all...... It's the only life I see when I come to this place. ”

"......" Xie Zhen began to wonder what to say again. His eyes moved to the bubbling Lechuan River on the side, thinking of the purpose of his coming here, he sighed lightly and said softly: "You... What are you doing here? ”

"......" The little ghost pursed his lips, followed his gaze, and said, "Come and see my father." ”

Xie Zhen was surprised: "Daddy? ”

"Yes." The little ghost suddenly stretched out a hand and gently touched the surface of the river, and the river that was still flowing instantly stopped, and the turbid river surface began to gradually become clearer, and then, a picture emerged. The little ghost whispered, "Look, this is my father." ”

Xie Zhen was slightly shocked and looked over.

I saw a thatched hut on the surface of the river, and a fishing net was drying outside the house, and some fishing utensils and farm tools were all placed on the ground in a disorderly manner.

At this time, the thatched hut was full of people. In the crowd, a woman was snuggling into the arms of a middle-aged man, crying sadly, and although the man was not crying, his face was full of grief. There was a large crowd of peasants around, and they were noisy and shouting, as if to comfort them.

The little ghost looked at the picture and seemed to cry again, but considering that there were people on the side, he endured it.

Xie Zhen looked at this scene in silence, and once again didn't know what to say.

In the past few days, I have been on the Nai He Bridge, and I am used to seeing ghosts crying wolves and their nostalgia for the world, and this is the first time I have seen the crying and reluctance of the living to the dead, and I don't know how to feel for a while.

"Lethe River...... Can you actually see the picture of the world? After thinking about it, Xie Zhen didn't know how to speak, so he had to ask.

"Yes. Before her death, I heard an old woman say that after death, if you miss your relatives, you can come to the Lechuan River to see it while you haven't drunk Meng Po soup, and the Lechuan River can condense your feelings of longing, and finally show the picture of the person you want to see. ”

"En......"

As soon as the words fell, the hoarse voice suddenly came to my ears, but this time, it was a little anxious. "Thank you, did you find the kid?"

"......" Xie Zhen glanced at the child in front of him who was staring down at the picture in the river, and was silent, "Not yet." ”

Meng Po didn't doubt him, so she had to say: "Then have you gone to the Lechuan River?" If he didn't go, you can go there and have a look, maybe he will go there because he misses his relatives. ”

Xie Zhen said: "Okay." ”

The transmission was cut off, and at this moment, the little ghost turned his head to look at him, those eyes had dried up a lot, but they still couldn't help but feel pity. "Are you here to take me to the Nahe Bridge?"

Xie Zhen looked at him with complicated eyes, and the two looked at each other quietly.

After a long time, he seemed to have made some decision, his eyebrows and eyes were bent, and he smiled warmly: "I'll take you to see your father, okay?" ”