Chapter 1955: Hungry Ghost Road

Chapter 1955 Hungry Ghost Road
After the afterimage of Hong Chen left, Yang Chen and Ling Yuyao continued to move forward. The more they walked, the more chill they felt.
The sky in the distance gradually became gloomy, and a dark mist filled the space between the sky and the earth, connecting the sky and the earth into a single piece, and the boundaries were unclear.
Later, the flowers on the other side of the road had disappeared, and the two came to a river.
The name of the river is Naihe, which is also the river Styx.
The river is as dark as night, and there is no ripple in sight, it is really like a stagnant water.
The bridge over the river is the Naihe Bridge.
The iron cables on the bridge were cross-linked, with numerous bones inlaid, and the wooden boards at the bottom of the bridge shattered, making every step trembling.
Many figures walked onto the bridge from elsewhere, then walked across the bridge tremblingly, toward the depths of the gray smoke ahead, and finally merged into the smoke.
Between the bridge and the smoke, an old woman with the head of Hao stood alone on the edge of a soil platform, with a pick in front of him and a tea bowl in his hand.
On the bridge side, a huge stone stands on the shore.
Yang Chen looked at this stone and the old woman, and suddenly laughed: "On one side is the Sanshengshi that reminds you of everything, and on the other is the Mengpotang that makes you forget everything, but I don't know how people will choose."
"You know, forgetting is a good thing."
A voice faintly drifted behind them.
When they looked back, a thin figure came from among the flowers of the other bank.
This person is skinny and skinny, with sunken cheeks close to his teeth, and his two eye sockets are also sunken. His eyes look painful and vicissitudes, and he looks like a hungry ghost.
"People suffer because they remember too much, so learning to forget is a good thing."
The hungry ghost sighed faintly, "I just remember too much, and all I remember are bad things."
"It's strange to say that people are always easy to forget happy things, and those painful things are always remembered very deeply. Therefore, Meng Po Tang is a life-saving antidote for suffering people!"
He is an ordinary farmer. Although his parents died early, but his wife is gentle and virtuous. He gets up early every day to plow and weed, and she picks mulberry and weaves. Although life is poor, it is very warm.
Unexpectedly, there was a drought and locust plague that year. The crops within a thousand miles were not harvested, the bark of countless villages was stripped, the roots of the grass were dug up, and the hungry people finally exchanged wives and children and even elderly parents to eat.
He turned his head and looked at me with blood red eyes, but with a sad and sad smile on his face: "Have you ever been hungry? Do you know what it feels like to be hungry? You know when you are hungry and have no strength, you can only lie on the ground When you die, do you want to grab a few bites when you see a piece of wood?"
"My wife and I ate the last grain of food in the family, and then we dug up every grass root we could find around, but we were still hungry!"
"My hungry body was swollen and I couldn't walk. Although my wife was hungry and lacking energy, she still held a wooden stick holding a rattan basket and wanted to go to the river to see if she could find some wild vegetables for me to eat. She went out soon in the afternoon. , I waited till the evening and still didn't see her coming home, so I leaned on to find her. Before I got to the river, I smelled an aroma, the aroma of boiled meat!"
"You must not know what it feels like for a hungry person struggling on the verge of death, that the smell of cooking meat enters the nose, you must not be able to appreciate it!"
"The fragrance is like heaven!"
Yang Chen and Ling Yuyao had never been hungry, so they couldn't understand the pain that the canopy had suffered, but when listening to him slowly talking there, they seemed to feel the pain left by the suffering in his heart.
Yang Chen and the two did not speak, but sat quietly in front of him and listened to him, but he suddenly turned around, with a sad smile on his face, looking at them with strange eyes, and said: "You must be very strange. In the year of the Great Desolation, who would cook meat by the river, you must also want to know what kind of meat it is."
He just smiled like this, his smile became more and more weird, and the corners of his lips began to flicker again.
"I followed Rouxiang desperately, and when I climbed to the river, I saw a man sitting next to a broken iron pot eating something, the pot was steaming, and the meat fragrance was floating from the pot. I have not yet Climbing to his side, the man heard me coming, picked up a knife on the ground, stood up and stared at me viciously, the knife still covered with blood.
"I kowtow to him, begging him to give me some meat. He let me go, and said that I won't leave, so he killed me too. I suddenly realized what meat he was eating, and then I discovered the pot. There are scattered dresses and cloth shoes on the ground, which are my wife’s! I struggled like crazy and rushed towards him, trying to fight him, but I was hungry and didn’t have the strength. Kicked and fell aside. He stood at me for a long time holding a knife, but did not kill me, but sighed and said that since your wife was cooking, he should give you some food, and then he took a piece of meat from the pot. Come and throw it in front of me..."
After the evil ghost said this long paragraph, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Chen with bloodshot eyes. The expression in his eyes gradually became sad and angry.
"Guess I have eaten yet?"
Before they could answer, the evil spirit suddenly laughed madly, and then suddenly jumped up and opened his arms and rushed towards Yang Chenfei.
Yang Chen slapped out a palm, hunting in the wind, and instantly passed through his chest.
The evil spirit's body suddenly changed in the air, and the chest pierced by Yang Chen's palm suddenly turned into a pair of hands. The upper body emerged from the waist, and then grabbed Yang Chen's hand and jumped up and kicked Yang Chen's lower abdomen.
Yang Chen shook his arm, threw the evil spirit to the ground, and then pinched the finger.
The evil spirit's body was instantly imprisoned by a spiritual force, and could no longer move, and then time flowed back in this imprisoned space.
In an instant, his image turned into a child of a few years old. Although his eyes still had a hint of madness and spite, he looked much healthier.
Yang Chen pinched the Zhijue, then squeezed the child's neck and jumped to the side of the bridge beside Po Meng.
"Give him a bowl of soup."
Po Meng smiled slightly, revealing her toothless gums, her shriveled mouth looked very strange.
She used a tea bowl to scoop a bowl of soup in a large urn in front of the pick, and gave it to the evil spirit who had become a child.
After the child finished the soup, the pain and resentment in his eyes gradually disappeared, becoming full of confusion.
He turned his head to look at Yang Chen, his face was full of joy and envy: "Are you a god?"
Yang Chen shook his head: "Why do you ask that?"
The child laughed: "Because I am very happy to see you."
Po Meng laughed and said, "That's because you were drunk."
After speaking, she grabbed the child's back and kicked his ass.
With a "swish", the child was kicked into the thick fog by her.
Yang Chen saluted Po Meng and asked with a smile: "I want to ask you, have you ever seen a girl who likes to wear red clothes a long time ago."
"There are many girls who like to wear red clothes. How do I know which one you are talking about?"
"She is different from others because she not only likes to wear red clothes, but also has nine tails behind her."