Author: Luo Wuxiao

Shen Tangluo's feet were dripping with blood, and the blood was pouring out, and under his feet was a bone-nail trestle shrouded in layers of black mist.

This bridge stands at the end of the Ghost Lord's territory, the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave.

For millions of years, the wind and mist have lingered here, gathering the withered bones of the unjust dead souls in the world, forming nine thousand nine hundred slender bone-eating nails, so it is a bone-breaking bridge of life and death.

Except for ghosts, all living beings in the six realms will have their bones broken and their bodies burned if they enter.

Shen Tangluo had a cold face, dragging his exhausted body, stepping on the bone-eating nails tenaciously step by step, and walked towards the bright end of the dark purgatory.

She seemed to be unable to feel the pain, as the bone nails devoured the flesh under her feet inch by inch, tearing apart the bones of her feet.

Thunder and lightning flickered over the empty purgatory, wiping out firelight all over the place.

Every step she took left behind traces of crimson blood, and the bones of the trestle greedily absorbed the warm, dark red blood.

Shen Tangluo's stubborn little face looked evil and cold against the firelight at the end of the Broken Bone Bridge of Life and Death, but her scarlet peach blossom eyes could not conceal her nervousness and panic.

A red dress is like a poppy blooming coquettishly, cool and cool.

Suddenly, a ghostly purple shadow fell on the dark, foggy Broken Bone Bridge of Life and Death.

He landed in front of Shen Tangluo, and his dark purple eyes were now bloodshot.

Nangong Zhu stretched out his skeletal hands hidden under his long coat and pressed them on Shen Tangluo's shoulder bones.

He yelled violently, as if to wake up the desperate woman in front of him, "Shen Tangluo, don't leave. If you continue like this, you will lose your flesh and bones!"

Shen Tangluo gave him a cold look, with no warmth in her black hole-like peach blossom eyes.

So what if there are no flesh and bones left?

At the end of this bridge of broken bones, there lies a man who lived a noble and aloof life.

After he died, there was no one to collect his body. So what if he left his bones behind?

Without hesitation, she raised her hand and pushed Nangong Zhu away, and continued to lift her bloody feet with a steady pace.

But Nangong Zhu's hands were only skeletons under the purple clothes.

"You're crazy, he's dead!"

Nangong Zhu was so anxious that he stretched out his hand to pull Shen Tangluo, trying to lift her up.

But she didn't look at him, but she seemed to be able to predict Nangong Zhu's movements. Her palms struck at his shoulders sharply, and the soles of her feet were deeply buried in the bone nails.

It hurts, bone-gnawing and heartbreaking!

However, she still did not flinch, allowing the man's eyes to turn red, cold and decisive.

Nangong Zhu, who was hit by a palm, froze up and stared at the absolutely red shadow. His cold face turned pale, unable to hide the sadness.

After all, he didn't stop it.

Shen Tang's cold figure became more and more transparent with every step she took.

The light of blood all over his body also gradually dispersed into the void as he stepped forward, drifting towards the bottomless black abyss under the Broken Bone Bridge of Life and Death.

Finally, at the end of the black mist, on the clavicle chain, she saw that familiar and cold face.

Even though she was mentally prepared, the blood all over her body couldn't help but freeze.

The person she had been looking for for ten years was right in front of her at this moment, but she did not dare to take a step forward.

Shen Tangluo tried her best to hold back the tears all the way, but they burst out of her eyes uncontrollably, and she was out of control.

Her frantic roars echoed in the purgatory-like cave, and her heart-rending wails seemed to penetrate the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts and resound through the sky.

Ridiculous, how ridiculous!!

He had been dead for ten years. For ten years, she had been kept in the dark and could not find any trace of him!

Finally, Shen Tangluo couldn't hold on any longer and fell down in front of the man in red who was chained and not breathing, and could no longer stand up.

The chains lingering with purple light passed through the ribs of the man in red, scratching the skin and flesh, and piercing deeply.

There was a black hole at the heart of the man in red, the blood had dried up and there was no life left.

His pale face was cold to the bone and so handsome, like the cold ice of Tianshan Mountain without any warmth.

Shen Tangluo's pupils narrowed, and he was too frightened to look at the man in red.

However, the next moment she still stretched out her hands tremblingly and touched his lonely and handsome face, cautiously, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

But she forgot that he was already a dry bone and had no pain.

Nangong Zhu followed her silently, raising his hand many times to wipe away her tears.

But he lowered his eyes and looked at the skeleton of his hand, and he laughed self-deprecatingly, with a sad face.

Shen Tangluo was so choked that she could barely make a sound, and her pale lips were trembling so much that it took a lot of effort for her to speak in a hoarse voice, "Where is his... heart?"

After saying this sentence, tears burst down the bank, falling heavily down his pale and cold face.

Nangong Zhu stayed by her side with a heavy look in his eyes. He did not answer her questions, but roared uncontrollably, "Shen Tangluo, do you know that from the moment you stepped on that bridge, you were destined to lose your soul?" !”

Shen Tangluo's hoarse voice was full of despair and heart-wrenching vicissitudes of life, and his eyes were angry and scarlet, "I only know that he is cold, so I want to accompany him."

Shen Tangluo opened his mouth with difficulty, his heart began to ache, and he asked tremblingly: "How... did he die?"

Nangong Zhu's face was solemn, and his low tone was extremely calm, "The bone pestle gouged out the heart, and the blood ran out and he died."

She trembled her lips and asked again: "Did you gouge out his heart?"

This is the realm of Ghost Lord Nangong Zhu. If a non-ghost body enters, his strength will be limited.

Nangong Zhu fell silent, his eyes filled with sadness that was so thick that it couldn't be resolved.

"It was you who ruined his hope of reincarnation! Nangong Zhu, I hate you, and I will never see you again."

This purple spirit shackle is a magic weapon only owned by the King of the Ghost Realm, and it belongs to Nangong Zhu.

Once the shackles of the purple spirit are imprisoned, all living beings in the world will never be reincarnated.

Suddenly, Shen Tangluo's scarlet eyes were filled with a world-destroying hatred.

Nangong Zhu's eyes tightened, and he looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in red in astonishment. His skeleton hands were tightly clenched, and he couldn't say a word.

Tang Luo said, she hates him!

We will never see each other again forever.

"Shen Tangluo, you..."

Seeing darkness in front of his eyes, Shen Tangluo suddenly felt his heart suffocate, feeling that his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe for a moment.

My eyes can no longer see any light or shadow, nor can I hear any sound.

In the hazy state of consciousness, scenes from the past quickly passed through my mind.

She sadly discovered that she had never been happy in her life.

The end of despair is a bottomless abyss...

With all the energy and blood in his body completely burned out, Shen Tangluo hugged the man in red and fell into a deep sleep.

Nangong Zhu stood beside Shen Tangluo with panic in his eyes, his dark eyes full of confusion, as if he had lost his soul, and he couldn't lift his feet in a daze.

She finally returned home, but in this way.

*

Eight hundred years later, the ghost king Nangong Zhu, with a skeleton body and six souls, dispersed his cultivation in the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave, and two crimson blood lights stretched out for a long, long time.

On that day, thousands of ghosts from the six realms paraded around, not afraid of the sun, gathering in various places, mourning and wailing endlessly.

According to legend, the soul of a person who can completely cross the bridge of life and death with a desperate love will be immortal.

Notes for reading this article: This article is entirely fictitious and fictitious, so do not examine it.

The first two chapters are very foreshadowing. You may be confused now, but trust me, if you keep reading later, you will suddenly understand.

*The most important point is that Nangong Zhu’s presence in the previous article is not strong, but please don’t stand on the wrong CP

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