I really don't know why it entered the host's body at this point in time, but for more than fifty years by the bridge, the Yuan Chu in the host's heart, and the person who occupied the host's body are all dying of old age, maybe if you hold on for a few years, Ming Ge will be able to meet those two people by this Nai He bridge.

This dungeon is cold and gloomy everywhere, damp and cold despair is like invisible air corroding Ming Ge's body, and the screams and screams of resentful spirits are everywhere, in this kind of place, every minute and every second is difficult, I really don't know how the host can stay in such a place day after day for fifty years, year after year.

There is no so-called aura and true qi in the underworld, and after Ming Ge tried all kinds of exercises, he found that his light spell could actually attract qi into the body, but it was not any true qi that was introduced into the body, but a kind of foggy and black qi.

The light spell and the demonic qi are mutually restrictive, so the misty and black qi in the body cannot be the demonic qi, this mist and black qi enters the body, and the feeling that it is about to dissipate is finally not too strong, and Ming Ge can even feel that the host's soul has condensed a lot.

Ming Ge called this foggy and black aura a ghost!

After discovering that the light spell worked, Ming Ge began to practice the light spell night after night, and the ghosts around him walked numbly across the Nai He Bridge one by one, and no one would turn their heads to look at Ming Ge.

In fact, after passing Huangquan Road, most people's memories of their past lives will fade, and they will only follow the ghosts forward.

There are few people who are as stubborn as the host.

But the host is indeed too unlucky, and anyone who doesn't know it will be mad for a lifetime.

The ghosts are probably not surprised by the host pestle by the bridge, and every time they glance at Ming Ge, they should do what they do as usual.

Ming Ge didn't know that when she was cultivating, the screaming voices of the resentful souls around her were much quieter, she only knew that she cultivated day and night, and when the ghosts led people across the bridge, she would see if there was a host in love with Yuan Chu and the person who occupied the host's body!

I don't know how long such days have passed, one day Ming Ge opened his eyes and found that there was a person standing beside him.

A ghost, to be exact.

To be more precise, this ghost she knows, it's An Lang!

You can meet this guy everywhere you go, and it seems that he is more moldy than the host.

This feeling of being smashed by an egg when opening the door is not something that anyone can experience.

At first glance, I thought it was an illusion, and then at the second glance, I found that it was really Anlang, Mingge's mood was suddenly very complicated and complicated, so complicated that even she didn't know whether she was happy or sad, sad or sad!

This person standing next to her, he must not recognize her, right?

However, the two people's divine soul ban has been lifted, and now Ming Ge feels that he is not afraid of being constrained even if he is against this guy, the most important thing is that without the divine soul ban, this man should not be able to recognize her, right......

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that even when there is no divine soul ban, he can still recognize her, no, it's not right, he is determined by the name and the various temperaments of the character of the same name.

……

Ming Ge looked at the man with all kinds of thoughts in his heart, peeked at the man a few times, and realized that there were two ghosts behind the man with their heads hanging down as if they had done something wrong, well, it seemed to be two doglegs of a man who had done something wrong, hanging his head and trembling and waiting for the man to punish him!

The ghosts I saw in the past, but they were all whips and flicks to those ghosts, and Ming Ge had never seen the ghosts when they were deflated.

Isn't An Lang a ghost?

They all wear soul chains on their hands and feet, and they are not ghosts.

Hmm, what could be so special about Anlang that would make these ghosts so out of shape.

After realizing it, I found that the noisy screams of resentful souls in my ears had all disappeared, and the Lethe River water was slowly flowing in front of me, and there was a kind of silence that could be heard from a falling needle!

Perhaps it was affected by the attitude of the two ghosts, and when Ming Ge looked at An Lang again, he felt that this person was threatening.

Without a trace, she took a step back, a step back, intending to move away from the man.

An Lang, who had been looking at the Lechuan River in front of him, suddenly spoke, "Have you waited for the person you are waiting for?" ”

Are you talking to her? Ming Ge was stunned, there was no one else around, and the original host of his body was indeed waiting for someone, Ming Ge was stunned and immediately nodded, "Well, I didn't wait!" ”

The sneaky steps can only be stopped.

It took a long time for the man to respond, "Oh! ”

This man should have chatted with the host before, but why didn't Ming Ge find it in the host's memory?

No, to be precise, the fifty years that the host has been waiting by the bridge seem to be a repetitive memory, and there is nothing special about it.

Fusion host memory was missed a little bit, this kind of thing Ming Ge encountered for the first time.

She didn't know what the host and An Lang had said, and if she said too much, she simply kept silent.

An Lang said, "I didn't find anyone I was looking for!" ”

His voice was more like talking to himself, and his tone made people feel indescribably sad! Ming Ge peeked over and found that his brows were slightly furrowed, but his gaze was a little confused when he looked at the clouds and mist burning Sanchuan River under the Naihe Bridge.

Her lips moved, and she didn't say anything, just bowed her head silently.

The sound of iron chains rattled, and Ming Ge looked up and found that An Lang had already walked towards the Nai He Bridge.

The two ghosts breathed a long sigh of relief, as if they had been worried, glanced at Mingge, and the two ghosts followed behind An Lang step by step.

It is behind him, not in front of him.

After crossing the bridge, I saw An Lang standing still in front of the Wangxiang Platform from a distance, taking the soup in Meng Po's hand and drinking it all, and further on, Ming Ge's vision was blocked, and he couldn't see it anymore.

He didn't recognize her!

At the bottom of Ming Ge's heart, he was more stunned.

The world changes, even the so-called obsession, under the grinding of life and life, has gradually become a past that fades in the wind.

There is no spring to winter, and there is no so-called day and night, looking up at the sky, the sky is always foggy and black, the wolves are crying and howling around, the wind is gusting, Mingge has been here for a long time, and gradually got used to the days here, almost forgetting the prosperity of the world, forgetting the warmth of the sun.

Day after day of cultivation, day after day of looking at those who walked on the bridge of Naihe.

The beginning of the host's mind also did not appear.

After another unknown time, Mingge met An Lang again.

This time, she was on the side of the Nai He Bridge to look at the ghosts who were driven away by the ghosts, and it was said that there was a plague rampant in the sun, so these days, countless ghosts walked by the Nai He Bridge every day.

An Lang is also one of these ghosts, but the difference is that he is dressed in black and is very conspicuous among the ghosts who are in a trance like a shadow.