"Daughter, my hard-working daughter, you died so miserably?"

Among the people who came, there was a middle-aged woman who looked very similar to Bai Shui, wearing satin clothes and jewelry, and she looked like a lady of a large family.

I saw the corpse on the railing from afar, and I cried loudly as I ran.

"Why are you so ruthless? Leave my mother and leave, how can you let me live? ”

Bai Shui's mother stumbled onto the bridge, passed through Fan Jian's body, hugged Bai Shui's corpse and cried.

Then, he stood up sharply and slammed headfirst into a well-dressed middle-aged man in the crowd.

"It's all you, you don't agree with Shui'er and Zou Yu's marriage, and now you forced your daughter to death, I fought with you, you give me back my Shui'er."

One hit the middle-aged man, and Bai Shui's mother also fell to the ground and fainted.

"I don't want to either, I originally wanted to stop Zou Yu's poor acid, but Shui'er couldn't wait for him, so he gave up and went home obediently.

I didn't expect this girl to be so stubborn, I'd rather die than get off the bridge, I regret it!

Someone came, took Mrs. home, and hurried to ask the doctor to treat Mrs. Go to town and order the best coffins and bury them in the water. ”

After speaking, he walked off the bridge, stretched out his hand and beckoned a butler-like person, and whispered something in his ear.

Fan Jian was curious and leaned over, anyway, others couldn't see him, and he was eavesdropping.

"When you go home, beat that poor to death. Bring the corpse and a thousand taels of silver tickets to find the Taoist priest of Sanqingguan.

Zou Yu's poor acid hurt my daughter, so he let him die, and cheapened him.

I want to let his soul fly away, and he will never be able to be reborn, and in the next life, don't talk about people, animals can't do it. ”

The middle-aged man should be Bai Shui's father, wearing a robe and horse coat, wearing a jade wrench, and a gold pocket watch, and he looks wealthy.

But now that he saw his daughter dead and his wife fainted, everything was because of that Zou Yu, so he whispered to the housekeeper with resentment on his face.

"Yes, sir."

The housekeeper and his subordinates listened to Master Bai's words, agreed, and acted separately.

Master Bai walked back to the bridge, hugged his daughter's body, and cried bitterly.

Money can make ghosts grind, and in less than an hour, people came back one after another to report.

Fan Jian and Wang Cuihua stood quietly on the bridge deck, watching people come and go, dealing with the aftermath of Baishui.

The housekeeper who came back first invited Master Bai to a place where no one was, saying that Zou Yu had been beaten to death.

The Taoist priest of Sanqingguan accepted the silver ticket and the corpse, saying that he would let Master Bai not have to worry, and Sanqingguan would definitely satisfy him with what he explained.

From then on, in the heavens and on the ground, there are nine secluded yellow springs, and there is no Zou Yu.

Then the people who bought the coffin came back, carrying the Nanmu coffin, the shroud curtain, the incense candle paper money, and prepared to put the white water into the burial.

It's just that Bai Shui's corpse was clinging to the railing, and Master Bai was present, so they didn't dare to destroy the corpse, and they were at a stalemate for a while.

"Someone, smash the railing, and bury the young lady."

Seeing that the people were helpless, Master Bai yelled, and the people took tools and smashed the railing in a few clicks.

Lifting Bai Shui's body and putting it in the coffin, Fan Jian clearly saw that when Bai Shui's body was lifted, her ghost still stayed in the same place, looking into the distance in the same posture.

She didn't know that her brother Yu was dead, and his soul was scattered, and she stayed here, and she couldn't even wait for Zou Yu's ghost.

Master Bai led his subordinates and left with his daughter's coffin, and calm was restored on the bridge.

In the eyes of others, the bridge deck was empty and empty, and there was no one.

But they didn't know that there was another ghost on it at this time, two living people.

"No wonder Bai Shui has been waiting on the bridge for a hundred years, not to mention people, not even Zou Yu's ghost.

It's not that Zou Yu doesn't want to come, but he is already out of soul and can't come. ”

Listening to Fan Jian's eavesdropping, Wang Cuihua said with emotion that Baishui Zou Yu is really a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

For love, one was beaten to death, and the other was drowned in the water.

A person who has been waiting for a hundred years, waiting for someone who will never come.

A soul is scattered, dissipating in the world with regrets, it is really embarrassing!

"The cycle begins!"

Listening to Wang Cuihua's emotion, Fan Jian looked back and said helplessly.

At this time, it was close to noon, it was the time when they came here, Fan Jian and Wang Cuihua looked at Bai Shui's transparent body, gradually condensed, the expression on their faces began to change, and the smashed railing on the bridge also became intact.

So, the two looked at Bai Shui, who looked shy and expectant, and sat until midnight, when the flood struck.

Bai Shuiniang cried and wailed, and his father instructed his subordinates to leave with the coffin.

The two of them will go through another experience, they have become numb, sitting on the bridge deck and watching coldly, without saying a word.

"We have to find a way to change all this, and if the cycle continues, too many people will be tortured."

Seeing Bai Shui being drowned again, Madame Bai wailed in pain, thinking that Zou Yu was beaten to death again.

Wang Cuihua couldn't bear it, was silent for a while, and said faintly.

"What's the solution? They can't see us, they can't hear us. ”

Fan Jian couldn't bear it, and after finishing speaking, he was upset, and pulled his collar indiscriminately.

"You've dropped something."

As Fan Jian tore, something fell off his neck and landed on the bridge deck with a crisp sound.

Wang Cuihua heard the voice and pointed to a small peachwood sword on the ground to remind Fan Jian.

It was worn by Fan Jian from childhood to adulthood, and when the dean saw him, it was around Fan Jian's neck.

Because the red rope belt on it was too long and became unstrong, it was inadvertently ripped off by Fan Jian.

"Wait, there was a voice just now!"

Bending down to pick up the peachwood sword on the ground, Fan Jian realized one thing, when the peachwood sword fell just now, it made contact with the bridge deck and made a sound.

It stands to reason that it shouldn't, they are here, all the movements are silent, and the peachwood sword was brought by him, and it shouldn't make a sound.

Since he could make a sound, there was another possibility, Fan Jian rushed down the stone bridge in a hurry, and slashed across the dirt with a peachwood sword.

"It's really okay, Cuihua, come here, I have a way!"

Dancing excitedly, Fan Jian shouted, and no one else could hear it anyway.

He held the peachwood sword more than an inch long, as if he were holding a priceless treasure, like madness.

Seeing Fan Jian's appearance, Wang Cuihua was also curious, and also walked over, following the direction Fan Jian pointed to, and looked to the ground.

"Just one word, what's the fuss?"

Looking at a big character written on the damp soil, Wang Cuihua asked suspiciously, she didn't understand a word, how could she make Fan Jian happy like this.

"You write a word on the ground with your finger."

Seeing that Wang Cuihua still didn't understand, Fan Jian said, but as a result, Wang Cuihua scratched on the ground for a long time, and not a single handwriting appeared.

"You take a stick and try it."

Fan Jian continued to command, and Wang Cuihua obediently did so, but no matter how hard she tried, her hand would pass through the wooden stick and she couldn't pick it up.

"Now I understand, we can't leave any traces in this world.

But this wooden sword can, it can not only be used, but it can also leave traces.

In this way, we can use it to prevent this tragedy from happening. ”

Then Fan Jian told Wang Cuihua about his plan, with a smug expression on his face, looking like he was about to praise me, and he was about to praise me.

"So what are you waiting for? Let's go, human lives are at stake. ”

"Wait, it's not time yet."

Wang Cuihua listened to Fan Jian's method and pulled him to leave, but was stopped by Fan Jian, and instead pulled her to find a place to sit down.