Chapter 238: The Bridge of Helplessness
"Give birth to this child, and you will die! You will die!" Jiang Sijin vomited another mouthful of black blood.
Su Zhenzhen was already drenched in cold sweat.
"Is everything you... said... true?"
Jiang Sijin's voice rang out like a ghost, "Every empress of the Jiang Dynasty has a short lifespan. When Jiang Yichun was born, his mother died just one month later. When Jiang Ruheng was born, his mother died on the same day. When do you think you will die after giving birth to this child?"
Su Zhenzhen didn't think Jiang Sijin was exaggerating. The Jiang Dynasty's use of a single heir to ensure the continuation of the dynasty must have some corresponding side effects.
The legitimate son is born from the empress's womb. This child carries the destiny of heaven and earth, while the empress is only a mortal, and naturally she will sacrifice her lifespan to bear offspring.
"You know I'm not from this world." Su Zhenzhen's implication was that perhaps the rules of the contract wouldn't affect her.
Blood was gushing out of Jiang Sijin's mouth like a black waterfall.
Her eyes turned as still as dead water, staring unblinkingly at Su Zhenzhen.
"Haven't you noticed? Your ship is full of dead people."
Su Zhenzhen shuddered.
It seemed like no one had spoken. Although she had instructed them not to peek around, how could two hundred thousand people possibly remain completely silent?
"Bang--"
Something exploded.
Su Zhenzhen turned her head and saw a black blood mist flower blooming on Jiang Sijin's head.
The blood mist grew thicker and thicker, gradually enveloping Jiang Sijin's entire body.
In an instant, a living person turned into a cloud of mist and dispersed with the wind.
Su Zhenzhen suddenly regretted it; she shouldn't have let the Celestial Master take action to get rid of Jiang Sijin so soon.
This little monster is an extraordinary being, and may know many secrets that are unknown to others.
The river flowed mightily, and apart from the sounds of the wind and the water, there was not a sound to be heard.
The breathing of 200,000 people should be very clear.
But why can't I hear any sound of my own breathing?
Two hundred thousand people were either standing or sitting on the giant ship. Su Zhenzhen could see each and every one of them clearly, even the moles on their faces. But why did she feel like there was a layer of glass between them? She could see them, but she couldn't touch them.
The giant ship is still sailing on the river. The other shore is clearly in front of us, but why does it feel like it is getting farther and farther away?
Su Zhenzhen suddenly remembered a post she had come across before.
A group of boys were playing by the river when one of them accidentally fell in. Just then, a fishing boat passed by, and the boys on the shore asked the boatman to pull him out.
The boatman waited until the little boy in the river had drowned before he pulled the boy's body out of the water.
In the comments section, someone commented that this kind of boat is a corpse retrieval boat, which can only retrieve the dead and not the living. If a living person is retrieved and brought onto the boat, the people on board will die in their place.
Each incantation is spoken in sync with the mind, and the incantation to summon this ship is—"Use yourself to ferry souls, your own body is the ship, capable of carrying ten thousand people."
Su Zhenzhen's fingertips were cold and devoid of any color.
She's ferrying souls, the dead!
How could the ship she summoned possibly carry living people?
Moreover, the boatman had said that the boat was heading towards the other shore.
Life is this shore, death is the other shore.
They are separated by life and death, never to be connected again.
No wonder the shore was right in front of us, yet we never got any closer.
From the moment everyone boarded this ship, they were no longer walking in the mortal realm, but on the road to the underworld.
Two hundred thousand! Two hundred thousand lives lost! Two hundred thousand karmic consequences!
Su Zhenzhen felt a pang of pain in her heart; all her previous efforts had ultimately been reduced to ashes.
She had not yet been able to save 200,000 wronged souls, but due to a single careless move, she caused the deaths of 200,000 lives.
When a person is at their lowest point of grief, they can't cry.
Su Zhenzhen's facial features were distorted, as if a pair of giant hands were moving her internal organs.
Overwhelmed by grief, Su Zhenzhen felt like she was living a life worse than death.
die……
die?
etc!
If this ship can only carry the souls of the dead, then how did she get on board in the first place?
Was she already dead?
And that boatman, how could a living person steer a boat that carries the souls of the dead?
Suddenly, she felt waves of cramping pain in her abdomen, and blood gushed out, soaking her underskirt.
Su Zhenzhen truly felt her life slipping away, and she was powerless to stop it.
Yes, how can a dead person have a child?
She died long ago. Not only her, but also the boatman and everyone in the necromancer clan were scattered in that cataclysmic disaster.
Miss Luo Liu destroyed the world, the heavens and earth collapsed, and all living beings perished.
Why do people still cling to wishful thinking and believe that the Soul Summoner clan is blessed by Heaven and favored by the Heavenly Dao when they have clearly seen it with their own eyes in the sky?
But clearly, even the Heavenly Dao itself was torn to shreds by Miss Luo Liu.
Later, everything in this world—mountains, rivers, the sun and moon, the rules of heaven and earth—was created by the Creator.
Su Zhenzhen didn't know what kind of good fortune she had received, but she was able to survive in the new world.
According to prehistoric accounts, she was indeed dead, and dead beyond any doubt.
Su Zhenzhen waited until all the foul blood in her body had flowed out before getting up.
As expected, the dead and the living are different. The living have to use medicine to "give birth" to the remaining child after a miscarriage, while the dead have bled out completely and feel light all over.
Su Zhenzhen looked around blankly. The giant ship was still in the river, but it was not in the time and space of Jiang Dynasty.
In 906-century parlance, this is called a parallel universe.
In this context, it's called entering a protective barrier.
"A barrier?" Su Zhenzhen slowly gathered power in her hands. She had to bring the bodies of these 200,000 people back to Jiang Dynasty for burial no matter what. The people of Jiang Dynasty valued their afterlife more than their own lives.
Let them return to their roots, so that they may absolve themselves of their deep sins.
Su Zhenzhen poured all her strength into the oars, rowing forward with all her might, with a desperate determination and a do-or-die courage, rushing towards the most turbulent part of the water with unstoppable force.
Without destruction, there can be no construction; only by putting people in a desperate situation can life be created.
The entire crew on their ship is already dead. Are they afraid of dying again?
"Crack—"
It was the sound of something breaking.
However, the scene before them remained unchanged.
Undeterred, Su Zhenzhen continued rowing forward, always heading towards the most turbulent parts of the water.
"Crack—"
Su Zhenzhen heard the sound of breaking nine times in total. The last time, the water became shallower, the giant ship slowly shrank, and the 200,000 people on board disappeared without her noticing.
The small boat drifted downstream in the stream until it stopped by itself next to a bridge.
Su Zhenzhen saw clearly the three large characters carved in ancient seal script on the bridge—Naihe Bridge.
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