Chapter 545 Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (38)
Bai Weiwei hugged the flowers with a happy expression, “Thank you, little Gege.”
Ji Yongchuan suddenly frowned, “What is our relationship, why say thank you.”
Bai Weiwei: What’s our relationship? The relationship between a great actor and a petty actor?
She couldn’t help but squint, with eyes full of clear joy, she sweetly answered, “En, won’t thank you, love you.”
This was simply criminal.
Ji Yongchuan clenched his fists, those gentle pretenses couldn’t be indiscriminately used on her any longer.
Lying turned out not to be so easy.
Or rather, Bai Weiwei was too easy to deceive. Casually picking some wildflowers along the Huangquan Road could make her smile so openly.
That was why he didn’t have any sense of accomplishment.
Walking over Huangquan Road, they saw the Naihe Bridge.
On the Naihe Bridge, men and women walked separately.
Some ghosts stood foolishly on the bridge, it was unknown what they were looking at.
When Bai Weiwei saw those ghosts, her complexion went pale. This was really scary, ah.
Ji Yongchuan was accustomed to it, “Do you know what the most famous scenery on the Naihe Bridge is?”
Bai Weiwei’s teeth were sore, “What scenery?”
Ji Yongchuan serenely said: “Ghosts jumping in the river.”
Bai Weiwei: “……”
No, she wanted to file a complaint to the ghost realm travel association, what kind of scenery was this?
Ji Yongchuan carried her up to the Naihe Bridge. Beneath the Naihe Bridge was the Wangchuan River where countless white ghost hands were fighting for dear life to reach upwards.
They seemed to be looking for dead ghosts.
Bai Weiwei: Don’t look, below are all white radishes growing long in the ground, not ghost hands, not frightening at all, ah ah.
They had just stepped up to the bridge, when a ghost in front abruptly issued a mournful cry, “Waited for you so many years, and you stood up laozi, won’t live!”
After that, the ghost scrambled to jump into the river.
Ji Yongchuan very calmly said: “You see, jumped really well.”
Bai Weiwei: “……”
Another ghost floated around them, “Said I’d wait for you three lives and three worlds. One day more, one day less, hasn’t it counted to three lives and three worlds.”
There are a few ghosts staring dully at the Wangchuan River, “How long to wait until you come back, how long to wait, ah.”
Ji Yongchuan noticed the trembling of her fingers, only to realize that she was a little scared.
On the Internet, didn’t it say to bring her to a holy land of love, and she would be delighted?
He immediately explained, “This is a holy land of love.”
Bai Weiwei: “Holy land of love?”
This low1 title was actually another name for the Naihe Bridge?
The ghost realm was too creative.
Ji Yongchuan: “Because there are many ghosts waiting for their living lovers on the Naihe Bridge. Wasn’t there a saying, ‘you and I intersect for a hundred years, whoever dies at ninety seven, waits on the Naihe Bridge for three years’.”
Bai Weiwei’s face was dull, towards these ghosts who died at ninety seven her legs went soft.
Ji Yongchuan was also struggling to instill the concept of love into the ghost realm, “So the Naihe Bridge is the bridge of love. Many ghosts have waited a hundred years, finally couldn’t wait for their lover, and died for love. If this isn’t a holy place of love, what is?”
Can a holy land of love be the same thing as the holy land of dying for your love?
Or was this to say all love was a couple’s grave?
So such a Naihe Bridge was sorted to scare ghosts?
Bai Weiwei’s face was stiff, “That, little Gege, will you wait for me?”
Ji Yongchuan blanked, “Wait for you?”
Bai Weiwei was a little afraid to raise her head, her eyes seemed to be a little sad, but the corner of the mouth was smiling.
“If I died at ninety seven, would you wait for me for three years?”
Ji Yongchuan’s empty chest was crammed with sour feelings. He opened his mouth several times before he finally said: “I don’t have to wait for you, aren’t I always by your side.”
1: Bolded because it was in english.↩