The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 9 Wangchuan River Huangquan Road (1)
The day was shining and the sky was bright and clear. At the moment when Qiao Wan fell into darkness, Fu Tianlang who was about to leave suddenly turned his head, but all he could see was a brand new tombstone and a yew swaying in the wind.

Quiet, peaceful, but also lonely and deserted.

After that, Qiao Wan never saw this man again until...

No matter who is famous in the world, he will go to the gate of hell after death.

Strangers outside the pass are still singing and dancing, and the souls inside the pass pass through the road to Huangquan.

Forget River.

The chilly wind mixed with the sobbing of the imp, drifting around endlessly.

There is no day and night in the world, the world is always shrouded in a layer of darkness, so dark, ghostly phantoms, a faint rotten smell, mixed with the fragrance of flowers from the other side, this ghostly place is both beautiful and beautiful. A little bit weird.

The cold wind howled, the iron chains dragged the ground, the undead crossed the bridge, and occasionally accompanied by the screams of the undead descending into the frying pan, the underworld is still relatively peaceful today.

At this time, a murmur came from the bank of the Wangchuan River, and the little ghost took a closer look, and there was a girl with long hair and a shawl sitting there, wearing the overalls of the underworld. It could be seen that it was a product left by the older generation. There were many patches on his robe.

She is fair-skinned and has a pretty face. Now she is holding a fishing rod in her hand, pretending to be fishing, and she is plausible: "Naihe Bridge, the road is long, and you can walk for three miles; I don't know my face..."

The kid passed by whimpering, and complained without saving face: "It's ugly."

The back of the woman froze, and then she continued to sing at a high volume: "Right and wrong never cross the Wangchuan River, there is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone, and there will be Meng Po at the Wangxiang Terrace."

The old ghost who passed by couldn't bear it and said angrily: "Qiao Wan, shut up!"

Qiao Guan rubbed his nose, lifted the fishing rod in a desperation, and just happened to see a ghost floating out of the water, waving white and translucent ghosts, hit a circle in front of her, and fell back into the river again.

In front of you is a blood-yellow river, which connects Huangquan Road and Hades. People call it Wangchuan River. Of course, there are countless ghosts in Hanoi, so it is impossible to have fish, but life in Hell is boring, so you have to find some fun for yourself.

So Qiao Wan flicked the fishing rod, not fishing, but fishing for souls.

Her old god was there, and she yawned fiercely... That's right, she was slacking off, and while she was slacking off, her thoughts drifted away.

I still remember that she was sucked in by that stone tablet 30 years ago and came to the underworld. Who knows that she didn't know that her life was not over until she met the King of Hades.

The old man stroked his beard and told her that she could have lived to be 95 years old, but died that year. According to the custom, she had to work in the underworld until her life span was exhausted before she could be reincarnated.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath. In fact, after staying in the underworld for a long time, she felt that it was better than Yangjian. At least she would not feel hungry, cold, sad, or sad.

Occasionally chatting with Po Meng in my spare time, playing cards with a few colleagues, and listening to the stories of the ghosts in the river when I have nothing to do, the small life is quite nourishing, except...

She dropped the fishing rod and looked up at the Naihe Bridge not far away.

There is Meng Po guarding the bridge, and if you want to cross the bridge, you have to drink Meng Po soup, and then there will be ghost messengers to extradite and reincarnate.

But after waiting for 30 years, she didn't meet a few acquaintances, except for some familiar faces in the town, but after drinking the soup, she couldn't recognize who she was.

Of course, there are also undead who refuse to drink soup. Most of those people are trapped by love, and they voluntarily jumped off the Wangchuan River to endure the thousand-year torment. Year after year, you will eventually forget what you are waiting for and what you are longing for, and then you will forget everything.

Unexamined, until reincarnation again.

Qiao Wan set his sights on a female ghost in the river.

She was still wearing beautiful clothes hundreds of years ago, and she could see that she was born in a wealthy family. When she saw Qiao Guan, she was mostly silent, except for one time, a ghost was extradited by a ghost and walked across Naihe Bridge. At that time, she emerged from the river, her eyes were entangled, she watched the man leave, watched him reincarnated, and accepted a life again, but she was powerless. Such a scene lasted for an unknown number of years.

Qiao Wan patted her trousers that were wet with water, seeing so much life and death, idiot men complaining about women, she felt that her heart was about to catch up with diamonds, iron cloth shirts, invulnerable and indomitable.

She coughed lightly, caught a wandering spirit and put it back again, and repeated this, she was bored, but when she turned her head, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye.

It turned out to be the souls of the dead queuing at the bridgehead. Granny Meng handed out a bowl of soup, but one of them poured the soup into Wangchuan River when Granny Meng turned around.

When Po Meng turned around, the man pretended nothing happened and handed back the porcelain bowl. No one saw the whole process except Qiao Wan.

On this side, Qiao Wan's eyes were straightened, he threw the fishing rod, and hurried towards the bridge.

The robe she was wearing was wide and bulky, and it was worn by an old ghost about to be reincarnated back then. Now that she started to run, a large swath of cold wind was poured into her cuffs, making her footsteps stilted, and she almost fell over Planted in the Wangchuan River.

She kept her pace and was anxious, but she couldn't let that kid get away with it, otherwise the superiors would blame them and they would be dereliction of duty. In this way, she wouldn't be able to rely on her relationship to find a good family to reincarnate.

So she ran with all her strength, and the little ghosts passing by all looked sideways, and some asked.

"Qiao Wan, where are you going?"

Without saying a word, Qiao Wan ran a few more steps, and finally ran into the dead soul that hadn't eaten the soup.

He was following an old ghost messenger, and he looked rather tall. Standing among a group of short ghosts, he inevitably stood out from the crowd.

Qiao Wan went up to meet them, and stopped suddenly after taking two steps.

She looked at the oppressive shadow in front of her, and was frightened by the lingering evil spirit about him.

It is a kind of evil spirit that can make evil spirits retreat.

Qiao Wan had lingering fears. Could it be that this man was a butcher in his lifetime?

I couldn't help but looked up at the other party, but his face was full of flesh and blood, obviously he had been seriously injured before death, almost disfigured, and his facial features could no longer be recognized.

Seeing her figure, the old ghost messenger hurriedly greeted: "Awan, you came just in time, quickly take him to the underworld, into reincarnation."

(End of this chapter)