He thought about it all night.
He could no longer stay in Baihua Village; her shadow was everywhere here, and her every smile and frown was always in his heart.
the next day.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
He left a letter and departed.
He was going to the capital, since it was where he was born, and he should go there to look for opportunities. Since his father died for the Crown Prince, he should serve under the Crown Prince. Once he had power, he would make sure the Crown Prince exonerated his family after he ascended the throne.
He took his meager silver and went to the capital, starting as a servant in the Crown Prince's household.
However, the crown prince was always so unlucky. The old emperor fell seriously ill, and everyone thought that the crown prince was about to ascend the throne.
The emperor came back to life.
A major purge began in the Central Government.
He was arrested while delivering a message for someone working for the Crown Prince, and was killed as a traitor.
What a tragic and unjust death!
Now look what's happened, their whole family died for the Crown Prince.
He felt ashamed before his parents who had rescued him and raised him.
Meng Zhuo's ghost gave a bitter laugh, his mind wandering as he pondered his life story. How would the judge judge him if he were to arrive?
I clearly died a foolish death.
He looked ahead; the line of wandering spirits was exceptionally long. Finally, he stepped onto the Bridge to the Underworld.
He couldn't help but look down at the River Styx. The black water flowing beneath the bridge was deathly still, thick as ink, and completely silent.
It is said that if you fall into the River Styx and do not have any merit to protect you, your soul will be dissolved by the river's waters and become part of the river's waters, flowing endlessly in the underworld, with no chance of being reborn.
Meng Zhuo was a little distracted and lingered on the bridge for a while. The ghosts behind him surged forward and pushed him off the bridge.
Meng Zhuo let out a scream and fell downwards.
The ghost messenger standing guard snorted disdainfully. Every year, a few curious ghosts fall down; it's nothing unusual, it's fate!
Just as Meng Zhuo was about to fall into the water, a bright light flashed under the bridge, pulling Meng Zhuo in. Soon after, a black mist shot out from under the bridge, heading straight for the sky above the underworld.
The ghost messenger was startled and didn't understand what was happening. Not long after, a "bang" came from under the bridge, and the Styx River surged up, sweeping the ghost messenger away and turning him into a part of the Styx River.
Many wandering spirits instinctively floated down from the bridge, and after waiting for a while without hearing any further movement, they returned to the bridge.
Everything was so calm, as if nothing had happened.
A moment later.
A slender woman led a maid in green over.
The little maid in green had a solid ghostly body, clearly someone who had accumulated merit. She jumped into the river and cried out, "Ah!"
"Girl, come quick! Why has the Soul-Splitting Mirror turned black again? Wasn't it almost healed a few days ago? How has it changed now? How are we going to explain this to Abbot Qi?"
The slender woman was Qin Ya. She hurriedly called out, "Bring it here, let me take a look first."
The maid in green quickly brought up the mirror.
When Qin Ya looked at it, it had indeed turned completely black, just like when it was first hung up.
But a few days ago, she came to see it herself and found that the mirror was very bright. She thought that after hanging it for a few more days, its spiritual energy would be restored. How come it looks different today?
Qin Ya was extremely frustrated. Looking at the wandering spirits on the bridge, she figured she wouldn't get any information out of them. She searched around for the ghost messenger but couldn't find him either, so she stomped her foot and left.
This year has truly been an eventful one!
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