"But I can't let it go!" Jing Qingran said.

It is even more difficult for her to let go of Mu Zhengchen and let go of her own life!

"It's okay, a bowl of Meng Po soup can solve the problem, why bother to spend so much saliva?" A ghost said indifferently, "Many souls say that they can't let go, but when you drink Meng Po soup, don't you let go of everything!" Who remembers the past? ”

"I don't drink Meng Po soup!" Jing Qingran said.

"I'm sorry for you!" A ghost cha said.

Then, the two ghosts locked the soul of Jing Qingran away from the two tombs.

Jing Qingran was reluctant to leave, and frequently looked back.

"Don't look at it, what's there to see?" A ghost cha said.

"Anyway, after you drank Meng Po soup, you can't remember the past, what else is there to be nostalgic for?"

However, Jing Qingran is very nostalgic!

One step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, parting, weeping and crying. This is the current state of Jing Qingran.

There are so many things here that are worthy of her nostalgia, how can she not be nostalgic?

……

The world, to which Jing Qing, is fine, here is her family, there are her children, there are her friends, there is everything she likes and what she doesn't like.

She has lived a lifetime in this world, from birth to death, during which she has also experienced some strange events, such as: soul crossing, soul exchange.

Now, all these things have passed, and what she is left with is the experience and experience, as well as the various feelings she is in.

She is dead, her soul is gone.

Death is something that cannot be prepared, but, to live is to live, and to die is to die.

If you're dead, let's face the aftermath.

Huangquan Road, Lechuan River, Nai He Bridge, Meng Po Tang, it seems that these things are what Jing Qingran is going to face.

However, Jing Qingran refused to drink Meng Po soup.

If you don't drink Meng Po soup, you won't be able to reincarnate normally.

The ghost sent Jing Qingran to the Hall of Life and Death to meet the judge.

The judge was a young man, whose eyes seemed to be invisible, and covered them with a long white cloth.

The clothes he wore were ancient robes, and his hair was very long, tied with a headband.

Such a judge in ancient costume, his eyes are still surrounded by a white cloth.

The judge sat at a desk, he was very busy with work on weekdays, and there were one book after another of life and death books on the table.

The judge looked up at Jing Qingran, in fact, he could see it, his eyes were around a white cloth, it should be just for show.

"Jing Qingran?" The judge spoke.

"Exactly." Jing Qingran nodded.

"Why don't you drink Meng Po soup?" The judge asked.

"I want to see my husband." Jing Qingran said.

"What if you see him?" The judge asked, he had stopped what he was doing.

"Naturally...... Keep staying by his side......" Jing Qingran said, pausing for a moment.

"Nonsense!" The judge lowered his head and gently spat out the two words.

"What nonsense? I'm asking for it seriously! No matter what the cost, I'm willing! Jing Qingran said, showing his determination.

The judge looked up at her again.

"You mean, you don't want to drink Meng Po soup, and you don't want to go to normal reincarnation?" The judge asked.

"If, I drink Meng Po soup, I will forget all the previous things, if I go to reincarnation, if the place where I am reincarnated is not the same place as the place where my husband is reincarnated, then, I will never see him again in the next life!" Jing Qingran said.

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