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How long is a person's life?

This is a question that Hu Ling will think about for a long time in his long life.

He originally thought that a person's life would pass like this from birth to death.Of course, this is also the life that most people in this world recognize.Even after Bai Hanxiao died, he drank the glass of poisoned wine and said that he would go to accompany him on the road to Huangquan, but it was just to deceive himself and others, and to liberate himself.

In this world, there is the underworld, the Wangchuan River, and the King of Hades, which he could never have predicted, nor had he ever imagined.

After he drank a glass of poisoned wine, he only felt that his body became extremely light, and then he crossed the palace, the entire city of white bones, and came to this Huangquan Road.

On the road to Huangquan, flowers bloomed on the other side, and countless lonely ghosts floated past him.The faces of those ghosts still looked like they had died before they were alive. Hu Ling suddenly stopped, his eyes swept over the ghosts one by one, but he still couldn't see his favorite boy.

He didn't want to give up, so he stood in front of the Wangchuan River and searched and searched among the passing ghosts.Because he was a general before his death, his hands were stained with the blood of thousands of people, and he was full of evil spirits. The lonely ghosts who saw him were terrified. past.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew past, and countless flowers on the other side fell down like a rain of blood, and then quietly landed on the Wangchuan River.Hu Ling stared at the glaring dark red, and suddenly remembered that the young man had taken a step ahead of him before, and with the delay before, he might have already drank Mengpo soup and reincarnated.

After reacting in a hurry, Hu Ling hurriedly left from the front of the Wangchuan River, stepped on the Naihe Bridge in a hurry, and didn't even have time to look at the Sansheng Stone beside him, intending to catch up with the boy's footsteps.

"Wait, if you don't drink Mengpo's soup, you can't cross the Naihe bridge." An old woman suddenly appeared from a nearby pavilion, holding a bowl of muddy soup in her hand, and stood in front of Hu Ling.

Hu Ling himself was very anxious to catch up with the young man's footsteps, so he didn't care about the old woman standing in front of him at all. He just wanted to push her away and continue to run forward, but found that his feet seemed to be filled with water. Like tens of thousands of catties of lead, it couldn't be lifted and was fixed in place.

"If you don't drink Mengpo soup, you will have thousands of nostalgia for your previous life. Those nostalgia will hold you back. You will never be able to cross the bridge of Naihe to reincarnate." Meng Po sighed helplessly, Passing the soup bowl to Hu Ling's hand, he continued to present the soup in the pavilion.

She has seen too many ghosts who don't want to forget the past, but most of the ghosts will eventually figure it out, choose to forget everything in the previous life, and reincarnate.After all, if you don't drink Mengpo soup, you can't reincarnate, and if you can't reincarnate, you can only stay in the Wangchuan River, a lonely ghost who can't be reincarnated.

Hu Ling looked at the cloudy Mengpo soup in his hand, and his heart was surging. He didn't want to forget the boy's appearance, and he didn't want to forget everything about the boy and him.This is the most precious thing in his life, and it is also the support for him to become a great general.

Instead of turning my most precious things into bubbles and becoming an idiot who can't remember anything, it's better to stay in front of the Wangchuan River and immerse myself in the good memories of the past forever.

Thinking this way, Hu Ling walked to the pavilion and put down the porcelain bowl in front of Granny Meng, intending to continue standing in front of the Wangchuan River to be his original evil god.

"If you really have such a big obsession with your past life, you might as well jump into the river of forgetfulness and suffer for a thousand years. If you can still keep your faith after a thousand years, you can take the memory of your past life and reincarnate to find my lover."

After taking Hu Ling's porcelain bowl, Po Meng looked at his back and spoke slowly.

What she didn't finish is that there are very few ghosts who can endure the millennium torment of the Wangchuan River, and more of them lose their souls and become solitary ghosts in the Wangchuan River.

After hearing this, Hu Ling turned around and thanked Granny Meng softly, then jumped into the Wangchuan River in front of many ghosts without even thinking about it.

There is nothing to hesitate, he himself is one step too late, if he does not seize this opportunity at this moment, then he will really miss it for the rest of his life.

The Wangchuan River is composed of thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts. Every day in the river, Hu Ling's ears are filled with mournful cries.Such mournful crying day after day, year after year, never stopped.

As the years passed, Hu Ling's memory gradually became blurred. He began to forget what happened when he was a child, which country he was born in, and what he did before him.The only thing I can clearly remember is that I love a boy.

Later, he gradually forgot even the boy's appearance and name.But whenever I see the Bianhua flowers blooming in full swing beside the Wangchuan River, I vaguely remember that there was once such a beloved boy who also wore dark red clothes, and the flowers outlined with pure gold threads were really the Bianhua flowers on this side. .

"Hu Ling, Hu Ling."

After an unknown amount of time, Hu Ling heard someone calling his name on the bank, and he just floated out of the Wangchuan River in a daze.

"1000 years have passed, you can cross the bridge of Naihe and reincarnate with the memory of your previous life."

A deep voice sounded from beside his ears, but Hu Ling's head was still in chaos.Memory, memory of previous lives?Why does he have no memory at all, and can't even remember who he is?

Hu Ling crossed the Naihe bridge in a daze, and jumped into the human reincarnation in a daze. He had no memory of the past in his mind.

The only thing I remember is the long-lasting screams in the depressing Wangchuan River and a young man in dark red clothes.

...

"Cough, then I now congratulate Mr. Wu Ming and Mr. Wu Xin for their wedding. They have been together for a hundred years~"

At the wedding venue, following the host's last words, there was a loud applause, and the two couples hugged each other excitedly, and even exchanged a passionate kiss.

This was a small Chinese-style wedding held privately. The married couple only invited some acquaintances. As Wu Ming's friend, Hu Ling also got an invitation letter.

Not sure why, maybe just out of sheer resignation, Hu Ling thought for a long time after receiving the invitation, and then he just went.

At this moment, he was standing not far from Wu Ming, looking at the two people whose faces were brimming with happiness, the hand holding the wine glass tightened suddenly.

For some reason, Wu Ming, who was wearing a dark red wedding dress in front of him, suddenly overlapped with the boy in dark red clothes in his memory.

It seems that many years ago, there was exactly the same scene and the same distance.It seems that in the past, he was only a few feet away from the person in front of him, but it was like the two ends of a cliff, a thousand feet deep.

"Smiling." Hu Ling looked at the dark red figure in front of him, and a tear suddenly fell from the corner of his eye uncontrollably: "I seem to be one step late after all."

Putting down the wine glass and rubbing his red eyes, he froze when he touched the moisture in the corners of his eyes.

"Strange..." Hu Ling's eyes flashed blankly for a moment: "Who was I just calling...?"

He didn't know that those memories of the past that he regarded as the most precious in the past had already completely dissipated in the Wangchuan River when he jumped into the Wangchuan River.

Dissipated in the mournful cries of those ghosts in the millennium.

The author has something to say:

_(:зゝ∠)_The winter vacation homework is finished, I copied a whole history book...

It's over before, here's the extra...

Finally squeezed out =-=

Then the part of... is all in my Weibo: The mouse is like this.

The new article "[Quick Transmigration] 100 Ways to Blacken the Protagonist" will be published on the 18th ^_^, and it will resume daily update at the end:

Hu Ling's invitation was sent by He Chen, he did it on purpose, he abused the dog on purpose, that's right.