The city is full of green and scarlet flowers, willow smoke yarn, silver around the city, and stone bridges made of ancient bluestone, which are elegant and quiet everywhere. On both sides of the street, peaceful and quiet people were doing their things slowly, and a few children were writing on the ground with small pebbles. Smoke curled up, and the sound of shouting home to eat was faintly heard.

Su Yuqing slowly walked on the streets of the ghost city, looking at the simple and ordinary life here, and her heart was a little touched. At the beginning, what she wanted was such a simple and peaceful life.

The flying flowers all over the city are fluttering and sprinkling, falling in a whirlwind, like delicate and soft rain, with bursts of fragrant fragrance, which makes people fascinated.

How come these petals are not as many and beautiful as they used to be? It's falling so slowly.

Su Yuqing stretched out her slender hand and caught a petal. The crimson petals reflected the fiery red color in her hands as white as jade, like a cluster of flames, quietly blooming with brilliant brilliance in the pure world.

"This fragrance is indifferent and elegant, very similar to the smell on your body."

"It's the taste of the snack."

"Will this rain be like this forever?"

"In this city, the petals will fly when there is a ghost king."

"Ghost King?"

"The ghost king is inextricably linked to this city, as long as the ghost king is there, this flower rain will always exist."

"What if the Ghost King is not there one day? Wouldn't Yuqing not see this rain of flowers in the sky? ”

"If you like it, it'll always be here."

The slender hand trembled slightly, and the fireworks detached from the palm of the hand and slowly fell downward.

As long as she likes, there will always be a rain of flowers here......

Who made the promise in her ear? So light, so soft, but faintly revealing a trace of helplessness, let her look at the rain of flowers in the sky, and give birth to infinite nostalgia and sorrow?

She lowered her eyes and watched the petals of the flowers that gradually drifted into the Nai River slowly drift away with the water.

"Huh?" She froze.

The people who were still busy or chatting with each other knelt down at her, and even the children who were playing, like adults, knelt on the ground with a pious glint in their eyes.

"What are you doing? What are they doing? ”

"It's nothing, just a piece of warm jade for you. As for them, they saw the normal etiquette of the ghost king. Let's go. ”

The low and warm voice echoed in her ears again, and she couldn't help but reach out and touch the warm jade on her head. She is now the ghost king. Where is that person?

Her phoenix eyes blinked slightly, but she found that those who looked at her, in addition to respect, seemed to hide a faint sadness in their eyes.

Yu Chen said that she owed a debt and owed that person. That person should be the original ghost king.

She sighed, and the lotus step moved lightly, slowly walking across the Nai He Bridge.

The huge stone stood by the bridge, and the blood-red characters caught people's attention, but Yu Chen said that she couldn't stand it and didn't want to see the Sansheng Stone, and in her memory, it seemed that the person didn't want her to see the Sansheng Stone.

Su Yuqing glanced at it lightly, then lowered her eyes as she said, and walked straight in front of the Sansheng Stone. What is the meaning of knowing the past and present lives? People must always walk step by step through the road that has been arranged in the dark, and no one can deviate from it. Like she never thought she would have such an experience in her life.

I never thought that she needed to find a severed memory in a daze.

She continued to walk, passing through a verdant bamboo forest, and she stepped into the large red flowers on the other side.

There, a woman in a snow-white dress stood in the wind, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her temperament was dusty, but looking at her gaze, she was a little more confused and resentful.