Chapter 24

When I saw this woman die in the Spring River, the events of last year came to mind, and now it seems that those events have not passed.

That familiar aura, including the black aura on Maomao yesterday, was from Wang Hao's mother.

I also remember the weird atmosphere when Ma Chunyan died last year. It was Wang Hao's mother who was causing trouble.

Thinking about it this way, Ma Chunyan should be the scapegoat that Wang Hao's mother found.

But usually after finding a scapegoat, one will enter reincarnation. Why does he appear again now?

While I was thinking about it, the villagers saw this scene and probably remembered what happened last year, and talked about it in groups of three or four.

And I found that the resentment gathered on this bridge was getting stronger and stronger.

But this time the person who died was from another village, so I was not so scared.

Just one day after this incident, a young man from an unknown place, who seemed to be a motorcycle tourist, had a car accident at the Chunhe Bridge.

He bumped headfirst into a stone pillar on the side of the road, and by the time someone found him, he was already dead.

Two deaths in three days, even though none of the victims were from the village, still caused a panic. For the next two days, the villagers basically stayed away from Chunhe Bridge. Even if they went to tend to the crops, they would take a few more steps and get off from other places.

Groups of villagers sitting on the street were whispering to each other, talking about this matter.

The child sat next to them and listened to the villagers talk.

It all started with building this bridge:

There used to be a wooden bridge here, but in order to build a road and facilitate traffic, the wooden bridge was demolished and the construction of the modern bridge, which is the current Chunhe Bridge, began. During the early stages of the bridge construction, a worker got drunk and fell off the unfinished bridge.

This was the first person to die on Spring River Bridge.

But things had been peaceful for years, until last year when Wang Hao's mother jumped off the bridge, then Ma Chunyan, and this year it was that woman from Liujiaao. In less than two years, six people had died directly or indirectly because of this bridge!

After listening to the adults' talk, I was shocked. No wonder there is so much resentment on this bridge. So many people have died here.

As the saying goes, if you don't do it, you won't die. Suddenly, a crazy idea came to my mind: I wanted to see what this bridge was all about.

Of course, you can't see many problems during the day, but you can only see them at night from Haishi to Zishi, that is, from 9 pm to 1 am. During this time, the Yin energy gradually becomes stronger and reaches its peak at Zishi, which is when there are many ghosts.

This thought wasn't simply out of curiosity; it was also driven by growing resentment on the bridge. Who knows, someone might get into trouble someday. Perhaps I'm being nosy, but I'm afraid the person in trouble might be someone I know. For example, Zhang Song, unlike Mao Mao, doesn't take the side roads; the main road is closer to him, so he has to cross Chunhe Bridge every day.

In the evening, I told my grandfather that I wanted to go play with Maomao. Actually, I was afraid that if I directly told him that we were going to Chunhe Bridge to find out what was going on, my grandfather would stop me.

I did go to Maomao's house. He had been stuck at home for two days because of a sprained ankle, and he was so happy to see me coming over to play. I stayed at his house until nine o'clock in the evening, and when I saw it was time, I said goodbye to him and Aunt Chen.

I didn't take the mountain road when I went back, but walked to Xigoukou and followed the main road to Chunhe Bridge.

It's hot at night in summer, but I'm sweating coldly.

Because at night, the yin energy on Chunhe Bridge is even heavier.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, there were no people, no insects chirping, and no passing vehicles.

Only I was standing at the Chunhe Bridge, looking at the bridge, which stood alone across the Chunhe River in the dark night.

I walked onto the bridge and was overwhelmed by resentment.

The footsteps echoed on the empty bridge, especially clearly.

"Crack", the sound of bones rubbing against concrete came from the middle of the bridge.

The person who appeared on the bridge was the woman who jumped off the bridge in Liujiaao during the day.

Even though I'm used to seeing all kinds of ghosts, she still scared me to death!

Her entire body was tilted upward, but her legs and arms were strangely supporting her downwards, as she approached me step by step. This posture was like a person standing upside down, with her back facing the ground when she fell, and her limbs supporting her body. Especially her neck, which had been strangled by the water plants, swayed left and right in the air with her steps, and her bloodshot eyes stared at me intently.

A creepy laugh came out of her mouth, very sharp.

This is already a fierce ghost.

"South Pole Fire Bell, Gold Fire Heavenly Ding. With a thought, the spirit will take shape." I hurriedly recited the spell.

Now my magic power is far greater than before. As soon as this spell was uttered, a fire bell immediately appeared in my hand.

"Chi!" A flame spurted out from the fire bell and went straight towards the evil ghost.

This fire is not an ordinary flame, but the true fire of red lotus, which is specially designed to defeat all evil in the world!

The flames hit the evil ghost, and she let out a shrill scream that pierced my eardrums.

The fire burned on her body, and she twisted her body desperately in the flames, making a "squeaking" sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Just when I thought she was gone, resentment surged across the bridge. The overwhelming resentment swept through her Red Lotus True Fire, and the flames gradually died down.

I thought to myself, this is not good, and I quickly continued, "The golden fire bell will illuminate the netherworld. Wherever the flames reach, all ghosts will be annihilated!"

A blindingly hot flame emanated from the fire bell, dispersing resentment wherever it passed. When the flame struck her, it suddenly ignited again.

There was fire burning on her body and a ghostly aura was emanating from her. This evil ghost was so ferocious that even two blasts of red lotus fire could not destroy her.

She rushed towards me with flames, and I quickly dodged and fought with her on the bridge.

As we fought, we ended up in the middle of the bridge, and I felt a chill on my back.

not good!

I still neglected it. There is more than one evil spirit on this bridge.

When the gloomy wind dissipated, a woman with disheveled hair and an expressionless face looked at me with her gray eyes.

It’s Wang Hao’s mother!

At this time, I was attacked from both sides and it was difficult to escape.

I won’t explain it here today.

It's all my fault for being careless. I just wanted to investigate but didn't think about the consequences and didn't make full preparations. Now I'm in big trouble.

I quickly took out the feather stone from my chest and chanted, "The Moon Emperor shines brightly, the Sun Emperor illuminates me. The Four Truths and Three Qis protect my soul and spirit!"

As soon as this protective spell came out, a righteous aura flowed out from the Yuhao Stone and spread throughout my body.

Wang Hao's mother and the evil ghost from Liujiaao seemed to be very afraid of the feather stone and the aura on my body. They surrounded me and didn't dare to come forward.

I walked towards the bridge head with the protection of this golden light, and the two of them followed me one in front and one behind.

Especially the evil ghost in Liujiaao, her body crawling on the ground was really weird, her head drooping and shaking, staring at me intently.

As we were about to reach the bridge, Wang Hao's mother seemed very anxious and started to approach me.

The evil ghost in Liujiaao no longer retreated and lay there firmly.

For a moment, the three of us were stuck a few steps away from the bridgehead.