Mu Huan didn't know how long she had been staying in the dark and gloomy Forgetful River. She only knew that since she regained consciousness, she was thrown into this place by her biological father, the arrogant King of the Ghost World.
Day after day, she was bitten by the evil spirits in the Forgotten River, tearing her soul apart, over and over again. At the beginning, she would cry and call out to her parents: "I want to go home, why do you treat me like this, Daddy?"
But she never received a single response, and gradually she grew numb, no longer holding on to anything. Perhaps, her birth was never recognized? Even the evil spirits in the Forgotten River knew, saying that she was a monster not recognized by the world, and that was why she was abandoned.
Mu Huan was born with the Holy Fire of the Netherworld. With a simple touch of his finger, he summoned an endless supply of Manjushage flowers. When he was born, the blooming Manjushage flowers blocked the path to the afterlife, preventing many from reincarnating. Resentment gradually built up, and the ghost world could no longer withstand the pressure.
It was said that because of this, her father abandoned her mother and married another woman. That woman was a princess of the nine-tailed fox clan. It was said that her father doted on her and gave her everything she wanted.
So when that woman proposed to her father that she be thrown into the River of Oblivion as soon as possible to appease the wrath of the ghosts in the entire ghost world, her father agreed without hesitation. It was said that even though my mother refused to obey, she was imprisoned and confined, never to see the light of day again.
Perhaps it was because she had never been raised by her parents, but when she heard the news, she felt no emotion at all, even finding it ridiculous. The ghosts of the entire Forgotten River called her cold-blooded and heartless. Could that be the case? How could someone who had never experienced love understand love? How could they understand the joys and sorrows of others?
Today is the five hundredth year that Mu Huan has been staying in the Wangchuan River. As far as she can remember, she has been fishing out evil spirits here for over four hundred years, bringing them to the afterlife, because that person said that this was all her fault and she needs to atone for it herself.
"Hey! Little mute, what's the point of you fishing for so long? The Ghost King has never come to see you once." The person who spoke was a talkative little ghost. Usually, Mu Huan didn't like to talk and didn't understand anything else. Everything he knew was learned from this little ghost.
It can be said that this little kid taught her a lot, far more than the man who claimed to be her father.
Mu Huan didn't pause, still saying nothing, stubbornly continuing her work day after day. Since everyone said it was her fault, then let her fulfill their righteousness and let her atone for her sins.
"Hey! Little mute, let me take you to the Yellow Springs Road to play. I heard that the Lycoris radiata there are the most colorful and gorgeous." The little ghost had long been accustomed to Mu Huan's indifference. He didn't expect her face to have much expression when she heard that her mother was imprisoned by her father and didn't know whether she was dead or alive.
Without waiting for Mu Huan to respond, the little ghost started talking again: "I just don't know why such a beautiful red spider lily is imprisoned?"
Mu Huan paused, trying to fish out the evil spirit. She looked up. Her pale face was devoid of any color, but the red dot between her eyebrows was particularly noticeable, making her look alluring. She wore a tattered red dress casually draped over her body, and her arms were covered in various wounds, both new and old.
"Did they bully you again?" The little ghost jumped off the Wangchuan River and suddenly grabbed Mu Huan's hand. Mu Huan just struggled a little, but failed to break free, so he simply ignored it. He frowned. Trouble!
Shaking his head, Mu Huan didn't want to talk. Sometimes, some things just need to be gotten used to, and there is no need to worry too much about them.
"You're the Ghost King's daughter, after all. How could they be so rude?" The little ghost suddenly thought of something and fell silent again. That woman from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan must be pulling some dirty tricks again. She couldn't understand why Mu Huan was doing this when she clearly wasn't a threat anymore!
"It doesn't matter anymore." Mu Huan said softly. None of this mattered anymore. She was used to it anyway. No matter what, it couldn't change her current situation, right?
The little ghost was still immersed in the surprise that Mu Huan finally spoke, but when he heard her words, he was furious. "How can it not be important? All these injuries are on you, don't you feel any pain?"
A body made of iron shouldn't be wasted like this, right? The little ghost's desire to continue teaching Mu Huan a lesson was wrong. But what good would it do to tell her? It wouldn't change her situation at all. Everyone saw her as a sinner, having been thrown into the Forgotten River since she was a child. She might have already accepted her fate.
"From now on, you can cry out in pain. You don't need to be strong in front of me!" Xiao Gui watched Mu Huan grow up. He knew how much unfair harm she had experienced, and he felt very distressed.
"No!" This wasn't a rejection; it was just that the pain was nothing to her. When she was first thrown in, she was still very young and was bitten by thousands of evil spirits. The feeling of having her soul torn apart was probably the most painful thing.
Since the most painful thing has been experienced, the rest doesn’t matter.
The little ghost knew what Mu Huan was thinking, so he was reluctant to say another word to scold her. He could only sigh deeply and try his best to help her avoid it in the future.
But the good times didn't last long, as the Nine-Tailed Fox soon learned that the little ghost had helped Mu Huan. The Nine-Tailed Fox naturally couldn't tolerate anyone disobeying her words, so she immediately became furious and threw the little ghost into the will-o'-the-wisp fire, where his soul could never be recast, but turned into ashes and scattered cleanly.
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