Chapter 414 The Sand Man on the Edge of Wangchuan

Manzhu Shahua, also known as the other shore flower. It is generally believed to be the connecting flower that grows by the Santu River. The legend of flowers has magic, which can evoke the memories of the deceased.

It is said that this flower only blooms in the yellow spring, and it is generally believed that it is a flower that only blooms on the bank of the three-way river in the underworld and the other side of the Wangchuan River. The flowers are as gorgeous and bright red as blood, paved with the road to hell, and there are flowers without leaves. It is the only flower in the underworld. The legend of flowers has magic, which can evoke the memories of the deceased. There are a large number of flowers blooming on Huangquan Road, which looks like a carpet made of blood from afar. It is also known as the "Fire Road" because it is as red as fire, which is also the only scenery and color on this long Huangquan Road. When the soul crosses the Wangchuan, it forgets all the things before life. Everything that once lived is left on the other side, and the entrant steps on the guidance of this flower to the prison of the underworld.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side

looking at each other

It's wrong.

A thousand years

A thousand years of decline

Fased leaves bloom

Flowers bloom and leaves appear.

Flowers and leaves will never meet.

Love is not doomed to life and death.

It's just that no one has ever known about it.

Manzhu Shahua has never been self-eved.

On the edge of Wangchuan, there are five black, black soil and black stone. And a large section of Manzhu Shahua.

If Manzhu Shahua wants to appear, he needs a ghost with his own hands. In the black soil and black stone, a moment of white gravel is sharpened. A thousand pieces of gravel. A Manzhu Shahua can be allowed to open. And a gravel. I need a ghost to hone for a year on the edge of Wangchuan.

A thousand years, only for peanuts.

A thousand years, only for Ye Fang.

A thousand years, only for the fall of leaves.

A thousand years, just for the flowers to bloom.

A thousand years, just for the flowers to fall.

Often ghosts will die in a thousand years of sorting out the gravel. I will leave and lose my memory.

But even so, the Manzhu Shahua on the edge of Wangchuan is still so much that it makes people feel burning sadness.

No one has ever paid attention to this kind of flower, and no one has ever paid attention to this kind of ghost. Because these things don't make any sense to hell.

Until one day, a woman who came to hell from the world appeared on the edge of Wangchuan. She looked at the ghosts who were still busy and asked the people accompanying her, "What are these people doing?"

"Grow flowers." This man told her the story of Manzhu Shahua. And told her that Manzhu Shahua was not just missing, but also clearing sins.

This is something that all people in hell know.

But he didn't expect that after he finished this. The woman he received. I started to plant flowers. No day or night. Go to bed when you are tired and eat when you are hungry. Except for these hours, she is taking care of the gravel.

The person accompanying her did not know her identity, so all he could do was tell others about her behavior.

So the bull's head and horse noodles are coming.

I watched her work next to her and told her for three days. I didn't get an answer and left.

The judge is here.

Ten halls of Yan Luo are coming.

In the end, Meng Po also came.

They all came to see her, but they didn't move her.

She is a human, a person from hell. So she cleans up the gravel much faster than other ghosts.

It takes a year for the ghost to clean up a gravel, but she only needs one day.

The person who received him once told her. Those ownerless gravel. In fact, it can be used directly.

I don't know how long it will take for the hell to exist. After cleaning up half or even less gravel, there are many ghosts who forget all their memories. If you use those gravel directly. That's undoubtedly much faster.

But she refused.

After starting to straighten the sand, she opened her mouth for the first time. She pointed next to her, and the thin ghost said, "Her name is Shasha. She has been reincarned 300 times. Every time, she will walk to the edge of Wangchuan and start to take care of the sand. After she finishes the first sand, she will think of those history.

"In the three hundred reincarnations, she has pulled out three gravels for the most. This is what she remembers 300 times. If you can't sort out a piece of gravel, there is no memory. But even if she has no memory, every time she comes to the edge of Wangchuan, she will still go to the place she used to remember. By now, she has sed out 700 pieces of sand. She smiled and looked at the person who received her: "Three hundred reincarnations. Even more reincarnation. There is only a memory of gravel here.

"How can I take it away?" She smiled naturally.

The person who received her has always been next to her, but she has never seen the ghost she said. And this ghost has never reacted to what she said.

He doesn't know whether to believe it or not.

Later, for many years in hell, he would appear here as soon as he had time. Looking at this ghost who didn't seem to have seen a ghost like him, he was filled with a thousand gravel. It will bloom that belongs to her and his Manzhu Shahua.

It was not until then that the ghost smiled at the person who had been looking at her for thousands of years and dissipated.

But at this time, he could only accompany the person he should receive, bored and helplessly watching her continue to relax. He doesn't know the identity of this person, but he believes that he must be very big. It's so big that he can't even think of it.

A thousand grains of sand. She took care of it for three years.

Then quietly watched her own Manzhu Shahua open.

In his long years, he has always remembered that day.

That was the first time he saw all the upper floors of hell. Those who he can't name. People who knew and didn't know appeared beside him together.

He had no idea what had happened.

He didn't dare to ask, because there was no one. He is qualified to ask.

And none of these people spoke. They were all women who quietly looked at the thousandth grain of sand.

He doesn't know what they are waiting for. But he saw it right away.

Manzhu Shahua.

Ye Xuan has been blooming for a thousand years.

The leaves have fallen for a thousand years,

Flowers bloom for a thousand years,

Manzhu Shahua has fallen for a thousand years.

At the moment when this woman planted it, the leaves fell, the leaves fell, the flowers bloomed, and the flowers fell in his gaze. Then it turned into nothingness.

The whole process did not exceed one second.

He doesn't know if he is dazzling himself, because except for this one. The other Manzhu Shahua is still there.

He even began to doubt whether the Manzhu Shahua that belonged to her had not been planted yet. But when he was sure that the gravel in front of the woman was missing again, he directly opened his mouth and shouted, "What happened?"

No one answered him.

Because everyone is silent.

Manzhu Shahua was born for sins, but it is not his own sins, but the sins of the people he is related to. The more reincarnation, the lighter the memory, and the fewer sins that can be connected.

In five thousand years, the sins that can be alleviated may free a person.

But the hell has never done it. There is no Manzhu Shahua that will cross five thousand years in an instant at the moment of planting.

Whether it is the fetters between each other or the sin of the man who planted Manzhu Shahua for this woman, it makes the hell people silent.

The woman who planted Manzhu Shahua obviously did not think of this change, but she was happy to see such a change.

She raised her face and smiled at the people who looked at her.

Among the people who looked at her, one of them slowly said, "Wind eye. You should have had enough."