There are no flowers and no leaves in the dungeon, the yellow sand is all over the ground, and the black wind is gusting. It is dark and lightless, and the land is desolate.

On the barren roadside, there were a few clusters of gorgeous flowers blooming proudly, fiddling with curly dark red petals, spitting out a few traces of bright red stamens and trembling in the wind.

"Sister Liying, what kind of flower is this?" Wei Wei looked curiously at the excessively gorgeous flowers, and said to the young woman in black who was holding his hand beside him.

Li Ying looked along Wei Wei's fingertips, the corners of his mouth under the ghost's face were slightly hooked, and his clear voice sounded: "This flower is called the other side, also known as Manzhu Shahua." Born on the bank of the Lechuan River, the flowers bloom for a thousand years, the flowers fall for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves cherish each other, and the world will never see each other. In the end, I couldn't help but show a hint of awe.

The dark red flowers on the other side stand beside the path, without leaves, and they are more and more gorgeous.

Wei Wei nodded ignorantly, his long eyelashes trembling.

Li Ying led Wei Wei and gradually walked to the side of the Nai He Bridge, and saw a kind face, a seventy-year-old woman dressed in cloth was boiling soup at the bridge.

Li Ying stopped, raised her hand to stroke the top of Wei Wei's hair, rubbed it, and said, "In front of you is the Nai He Bridge, you can go to reincarnation after drinking Meng Po's soup and crossing the bridge." Go for it. ”

Wei Wei subconsciously nervously tightened Li Ying's cold fingers, and said cautiously, "Sister, won't you accompany me?" I...... I'm afraid ......"

Li Ying looked at Wei Wei a little helplessly, squatted down and looked at Wei Wei at eye level, and her black and white eyes looked directly at Wei Wei's big apricot eyes: "I can't cross the Nai He Bridge, so I can only accompany you here." Go ahead, there will be no danger ahead. ”

What she said was true. On weekdays, ghosts have no special tasks, so they are not allowed to take the bridge.

However, the bridge is often born, and it is the only place for ghosts to be reincarnated.

And as a ghost, she has long given up the opportunity to be reincarnated.

Wei Wei lowered his eyes in some disappointment, pursed his lips, and reluctantly said, "Okay then." With that, he turned around and walked towards the Nai He Bridge.

Li Ying got up and watched Wei Wei's trembling little figure walk towards the Nai He Bridge step by step.

Meng Po, who was boiling the soup, saw Wei Wei who was walking towards her, and smiled and filled a bowl of soup: "Little boy drink this soup quickly, drink it, forget your past life, and go to reincarnation." ”

Wei Wei was stunned holding the clay bowl, looking at the sparkling soup in the bowl, and suddenly turned his head to look back, and there was no shadow behind him.

"Drink, little boy. Don't miss the time, you can't be reincarnated as a good person. Meng Po looked at Wei Wei kindly and urged.

Wei Wei finally picked up the bowl and handed it to his lips, raised his head and drank it.

Li Ying, who was guarding in the dark, saw Wei Wei drink Meng Po soup, her frowning brows relaxed, and when she saw Wei Wei slowly walking across the Nai He Bridge, her brows were completely relaxed.

The child is just difficult, and the relieved Li Ying took out a small yellowed book from his arms, raised his hand and conjured up a brush, which read: On the seventh day of the first month of the first month of the ugly year of Yan Lixin, the ninety-ninth soul protector, the eight-year-old ghost, Wei Wei.

She has been wearing this otherworldly underworld for more than 100 years, and she was a surgeon before her death, and unfortunately she suddenly suffered a myocardial infarction after several surgeries in a row, and the rescue was ineffective, and she finally died.

She is a doctor, a materialist with good roots, who never thought that there would be ghosts in this world, and she has become a ghost. No matter how unscientific you think, forget about the ghost, and give her a whole crossing, which is simply off the score. I don't know how her brother is getting along over there, whether he married his sister-in-law, without her pimping, and I don't know if her sullen brother's progress in chasing his wife can still be maintained......

Harm, they are more than 100 years old, what do you want, her brother is afraid that he will not have great-grandchildren.

Li Ying smiled self-deprecatingly, closed the notebook, and saw that there were fewer ghosts today, and just wanted to go out to chat with Meng Po but suddenly saw the jade plate hanging on her waist suddenly brightened, and a gloomy male voice came: "I hope that all the gentlemen will come to the Yan Palace quickly, I have important matters to discuss." ”

Li Ying rubbed her head a little irritably, and secretly scolded this Yan Mansion Jun in her heart for being accustomed to squeezing these ghosts, but her figure also flashed and rushed towards the Yan Palace.