The world is taken over by crazy and sick people

Xie Bian regretted beyond measure when he found out the person had run away. He had KPI, utilitarianism, and a desire to play tricks, but he never thought of killing a kid who foolishly believed in him.

But he did not fish the person out of the Forgetful River. He only vaguely smelled the unique spiritual and meaty smell of the cage-guarding ghost.

He punished his subordinates severely.

Half a year's salary was deducted!!

But Fan Xiaoguo was more careful and went to the human world.

Sure enough, the little stool-tall figure, with her skin peeled off and covered in blood, was curled up in her owner's arms, sobbing and crying alone.

When he saw Fan Xiaoguo, he glared at him with hatred and clung to him tightly.

Fan Xiaoguo's gaze slowly shifted to Wang Liwu, who was lying under the table in the specimen museum.

……

The little one was covered in wounds. After running a few more times, Xie Bian hooked his soul, but was immediately bitten fiercely. He lost his life span, and the little one lost his vitality.

The little one was infected with too much Yin energy, and was no different from a ghost. Xie Bian still had his KPI, so he locked him back to the underworld for the second time, locked him with shackles, so there was no fear that he could escape again. The little one drifted along the bank of the Wangchuan River every day.

Last time, the little ghost wanted to eat her and tricked her into going down to the corrupted river of oblivion, hoping to steal the world away. Luckily, she encountered a ferry and hid under the boat to escape to the human world. There was not a single piece of good skin on her body. She used the red spider lily to imagine the gentle mother's method, and used hundreds of burning red petals to braid a small cloak for herself as human skin.

I also braided another one as a gift.

She wandered in chains by the river of Oblivion, whispering a name in her heart, longing for a ferry made of dark wood...

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Xie Bian couldn't get any answers and was always bitten. His life span was shortened again and again, and gradually he became like the little one.

There were also greedy little kids who stole pieces of meat and ate them secretly. When they were caught, they were thrown into the oil pan and fried again and again.

The will-o'-the-wisps laughed at the little one, who was singing sweet nursery rhymes on the surface of the Forgotten River and dancing in circles happily.

"Little mouse, shame on you, without your skin you're just a bloody loach!

Shame on you little mouse, you are wearing red spider lilies and you are not ashamed of yourself! !

Little mouse, come here, brother will send you to the human world to play.

Little mouse, come here, you are so foolish that you think you are a little girl!

Little mouse, jump, jump, there is a path at the bottom of the river. Jump and you can go home!

"Little mouse, jump, jump, jump, why don't you jump? The ferry will never come again! !"

The little girl didn't believe that the ferry would never come again, so she waited day after day. She looked at the green river water with bubbles rising from it, and thought about the bone-gnawing pain she felt last time when she was scalded. She wondered if she could fish out the bones inside and tie them up in rows like what was shown on TV, then she could squat on it and be able to row to the human world.

She kept fishing for bones in the shallows, and her toes were eroded by the river water day by day. Finally, her bone raft was ready.

She lost her hair and tied it to the evil bone.

The underworld is forever without sun and moon, and without light. On an ordinary day, a breeze suddenly blew over the Wangchuan River, and the overwhelming stench was dispelled. The ten miles of burning red Lycoris radiata swayed in the wind, and the naughty ghost fires lay on the river bank to watch. The little one was happy, thinking that the ferry was coming.

But at the end of the Lycoris radiata, a clean and noble man in white appeared and walked towards her.

After looking at the bone raft for a long time, he spoke with difficulty and asked, "Little friend, where are you going?"

The little girl was terrified of the people and ghosts here, so she stayed away from them. She accidentally stepped into the green river water, and her soles were smoking. She had long been accustomed to the pain, and her nerves were dull. She immediately ran away, holding her raft and gifts and dragging the heavy shackles on her feet.

She was launching the raft in the river, and the man was standing on the shore watching from a distance, then talking to her in a gentle voice.

"The shackles on your feet are made of iron. Your bones can't bear it. Don't step on them. Be careful not to capsize."

"Why not try it with your shackles on the side."

……

"The hair will corrode if tied together. There is a shady willow tree at the end of the bank. Break off some branches and tie them together."

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For two days in a row, the man in white talked and instructed the little one from a distance. The wicker-wrapped raft looked like a small kayak with one person standing on it. The little one's face was filled with surprise and a bright smile. "You are such a good person! I used to watch TV with Xiao Wu, and you were like the teacher in the show! You taught me how to tie a ferry. Mom said that children should be polite. Teacher, should I call you brother or sister?"

The man in white was handsome and noble in appearance, with long hair half tied up. He looked like a sister, but his voice was hoarse, like a brother.

"It's up to you." The voice fell to the banks of the Forgotten River like the wind.

The little one was still plaiting the remaining willow branches, so the man in white frowned and asked, "What else are you wrapping?"

Busy just listening to the voice, the little one was tangled up, and finally decided on the title, "Brother, I am wrapping a gift for Xiao Wu. Look at the little red flowers on the shore. We don't have them at home. I went to the park to pick flowers before, and Xiao Wu and her mother praised me for being awesome and cute. They were so happy!" Under the overlapping red petals of new and old, her fair skin had been eroded by the wind into a horrible black color, but she smiled sweetly and innocently, and was very generous. She said to the man in white, "Here, I'll give you one too."

She hummed and carefully picked a flower and handed it to him, standing on tiptoe, revealing her white teeth and her almond-shaped eyes, pure and transparent, and curved.

The man in white saw his own bright reflection in the bright pupils.

I took the tiny flower.

"What are you going to do?"

"Do you know the way?"

"I know him!!!" The little guy was quite confident, pointing to the place where the naughty will-o'-the-wisp was eavesdropping, "Drive straight ahead from here! Pass a mountain that looks like a fish mouth, turn a corner..."

The little one was chattering by himself, as if there were many people talking at once. The man in white smiled softly beside him, feeling a headache. "How about this, I'll take your flowers and take you home, right?"

"Yes! Yes!" The little guy's eyes lit up, "Are you a god?!"

The man in white was very happy, he hadn't been that happy in many years.

Seven days later, he came to look for the little one, "Come, give me your hand."