On the Naihe Bridge, a girl in white clothes was sitting on the bridge railing, holding her chin in one hand and holding the empty spot in the other hand, muttering in her mouth: "Ten million, ten million one, ten million two..."
"Girl Jiang, you're wrong." A cold old man's voice echoed in the empty air.
The girl in white lazily raised her eyes and glanced at the old man who was crossing the bridge on a boat in the river. This man was short and thin, with a gray beard and dirty hair. "Old man, in the year of the disaster, your ferry business was good. Look at your rosy face. You must have devoured all your souls. Be careful that these souls will bite you back and make your soul fly away and never be reincarnated."
Hum! Yesterday he was so hungry that he chased her all over the underworld, but today he showed off in front of her.
"After unloading this boatload of ghosts, it will be 10,9812," Old Man Suo ignored the malice in her words, inserted the bamboo pole into the river bottom, and the boat stopped. He turned to look at Jiang Li on the bridge railing. "Now that the Jin Dynasty is in civil strife, the once prosperous and prosperous age has long been reduced to a war-torn place between Qin and Chu. Girl Jiang, it's been two thousand years, and the person you have been waiting for has arrived."
Hearing this, Jiang Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a bright red teardrop slowly slipped from the corner of his eye, leaving a long and winding blood mark symmetrically left and right on his pale, paper-like face. There was a rich sadness in the horror.
The bright red blood tears finally dripped onto the transparent jade pendant hanging on the chest and disappeared.
Intention: pure beauty