On the morning when He Xiang chose to commit suicide by jumping into the river, there was a lot of traffic on the bridge.

A man stopped for a girl who wanted to die early in the morning, thinking that she was just a girl who fell in love early. She was angry with her boyfriend and skipped school...

The warm sun in early spring shed golden light on the river. In the eyes of He Xiang, who was dying, it became a golden avenue for his family to live a happy life.

"Fortune teller, I also call you cousin like Xiaoni. You see, death is not terrible!

This glittering river surface is like silk in the wind, welcoming me into its arms!

I say it again, you must think of every possible way! You want your parents, brothers and sisters to live a good life!"

He Xiang sniffed it with his nose and said, "Huh? I haven't had a calligraphy class for a few days. Why does it smell like ink?"

With her last doubt, she was about to commit suicide alone.

No, she died not alone at all.

The last two holy spirits of Shanglong Kingdom, the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi and the painting sage Wu Daozi, sat beside her one on the left and one on the right, and started a bet.

Wang Xizhi's body exuded a scent of ink, and the clothes that exposed his chest and abdomen were thousands of years old and had no buttons. He asked: "Xiao Wuzi, their holy ruins spiritual energy is getting weaker and weaker. They must find an heir as soon as possible."

Already."

Wu Daozi replied with a sullen face:

"No matter how fast it is, it can't be a movie about this little girl who is looking for life and death, right?"

Wang Xizhi: "How can you, a serious court painter, have so many rules and regulations when looking for an heir? It is because of your many prejudices that the heir issue has been delayed for so long.

Just based on the last sentence she muttered just now, I decided it was her."

Wu Daozi was so angry that his beard stood up a few times and retorted:

"She smelled the ink, so you thought it was her? You can't make such a hasty decision, right?

The two of us shoulder the burden of all cultural sacred sites. If we hand it over to the wrong person, their holy spirit will be forever wiped out and cannot be awakened."

Wang Xizhi restrained his casual posture and said gloomily:

"Who made Ren Baonian, the life-sucking ghost ancestor of the West Zhan Kingdom, so powerful? He transformed into the Food Saint, held a Hongmen Banquet, and invited all the spirits of the Holy Family except you and me.

They shattered their holy ruins and scattered them among all living beings in the Shanglong Kingdom.

You and I spent all our spiritual power to collect this ray of spiritual energy. We don’t know which spirit of the Holy Family it is, or how much holy power it has.

However, just because she can smell my scent, I am convinced that she is someone I can trust."

When Wu Daozi saw his rare seriousness, he felt panicked.

"It's okay to have a wife with you. How about we have a bet? You bet that she can do it, and I bet that she can't."

Oh, this guy is good at gambling? It’s strange!

Wang Xizhi regained a little of his former coolness, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly as he said:

"Don't tell me that the bet is your painting! In my eyes, your painting is just some meaningless lines, which is a waste of paper and ink."

Wu Daozi said angrily:

"You're just wasting paper and ink! In my eyes, your calligraphy is uglier than a crab crawling on it.

Who said the bet was on my precious painting? Listen, what we are betting on is our holy ruins. Whoever loses will give it to the other party without any complaints, and he will be wiped out."

"Okay, this is a good bet! Let's get started! Just give her that little bit of spiritual energy, and then it'll be up to her.

Xiao Wuzi, if this little girl is the destined spiritual energy heir, her Holy Ruins will become higher and higher, and our Holy Ruins will also grow from weak to strong. I think I will win."

Just her, a little girl with such a weak desire to live?

Wu Daozi rolled his eyes at her several times. He had no choice but to make a bet and there was no turning back.

"Wang Youjun, since we have made a bet, let's make a big bet!

However, we can only sit on the sidelines and watch, and we cannot cheat, such as you helping her and I stopping her."

"Okay, high-five!"

He Xiang didn't know that there were two holy spirits who had made a bet for her. She only felt the smell of ink lingering on the tip of her nose. When she was dying, she allowed herself to be romantic for the last time.

She remembered the elegant, comely and clear-eyed boy in the calligraphy club. His name was Yu Fei. His eyes seemed to be filled with clear pond water, making people feel refreshed and comfortable just by looking at them. But sometimes the boy lowered his eyes.

, the moon in the misty water overlapped with the light of the water stirred by the old dragon in the well, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Is it you who is saying goodbye to me? Yu Fei, thank you!"

He Xiang shouted in the direction of the school and jumped resolutely towards the golden river.

With a splash, He Xiang's downward posture shattered the golden mirror like a cannonball.

"Quick, go save her!"

Wang Xizhi whistled in the air, and a crane flew over. He called Wu Daozi and sat on it together.

The crane flew toward the water, its feet like reed poles, stretched into the river, picked up He Xiang, and let her glide on the water.

Wang Xizhi swung his magic pen at her, and a halo of light enveloped her.

After that, the aperture became smaller and smaller, and finally converged into a drop of water photon, which flew into He Xiang's eyebrows.

"Okay, I gave her the last ray of spiritual energy from the saints of all the families, and I hope she can make a difference."

"Sister-in-law, our bet has begun!"

In order to realize Mr. Blind's fortune-telling, in order to break the spell of his nemesis, he must not struggle or flutter, like a big stone sinking into the deepest, deepest part of the river bottom!

When He Xiang fell into the water, all she could think about was sinking. However, her body was like a lifebuoy, rising instead of sinking. In the end, she swam motionless on the river. She saw the blue sky and white clouds moving toward

Back up.

She was pulled by a magical force and floated on the water until she reached the shore.

Unable to die, she turned over and climbed onto the shore.

He Xiang was lying on his back on the shore with his eyes closed, thinking that during the holidays in school, the most talked about thing was the prevention of drowning, and bad news about someone drowning came every now and then.

However, even if I wanted to drown myself, I couldn't do it.

To repay the debt, the creditor, if one lives, the whole family will die, if one dies, the whole family will live together. It was like a rune was poured into He Xiang's ears, and it lingered in his ears and heart.

He Xiang got up, ran towards the bridge pier, and bumped into it, like a minister who was willing to die to remonstrate.

Who replaced the cement bridge piers with Cotton Mountain?

She thought there must be blood splattered on the spot, but she didn't expect it to hit a pile of cotton and bounce back gently.

She touched her smooth forehead and thought in disbelief, why is it so difficult to die?

Could it be that he not only defeated his family, but also defeated the river and bridge pillars?

Why is my life so hard? How can I overcome it? I jumped into the river and turned into a swimming ring. When I hit the bridge pier, the bridge turned into cotton. If I stabbed myself with a knife, would the knife hurt me?

Turn into iron filings?

"Haha, you are a rigorous court painter, have you seen that? The person I chose is smart, right? He knows that his fate is hard, how can he talk about overcoming rivers, overcoming bridges, overcoming knives."

"No, she's going to commit suicide again. This time, you watch and I'll do it."

As he said that, Wu Daozi's Holy Spirit turned into a thick cushion and placed it under He Xiang, who was lying on the river beach with his head up.

The back of his head was bounced from the pebbles in the river beach again, not making a bloody hole.

I also conquered stones, and a river beach stone turned into a cotton mat.

He Xiang slept on the pebbled asbestos mat in despair. Seeking death was equivalent to breaking the spell and forming a hexagram. It was also equivalent to bringing good luck to his family and allowing them to live a happy life.

However, it is too difficult and there is really nothing I can do.

Didn’t I say that according to statistics from some website, the number of suicides in Shanglong Kingdom is nearly 300,000 every year?

But when it comes to me, how can any method of death end in failure?


Chapter completed!