Chapter 6

"Sobbing... I finally found it!" The hoarse voice was like a rusty gear rubbing and rotating, and the listener couldn't help getting goose bumps. Xu Xu picked up the beauty fan on one side, walked in with a smile and looked at her, "tut Tut, it's a drowned ghost."“ Are you the messenger of forgetting Sichuan? "“ Do you look like me? " Lift up the beauty fan to block half of his face, Xu Xu blinked his eyes and moved his eyes to Wen Yiren. The female ghost looked along her line of sight. At the top of the wide pear wood chair sat a very young and beautiful woman. She was wearing a simple long skirt, covered with a beige sweater, and her long black hair was randomly scattered on her shoulders. She looked very lazy and inexplicably lonely and noble. It is said that the emissary of forgetting Sichuan has an excellent appearance and many ghosts in the hell are fascinated by it. The female ghost turned her eyes to Wen Yiren and curiously raised her up. When she received Wen Yiren's eyes, she suddenly floated to her and knelt down, "Sir, please help me fulfill my long cherished wish." Wen Yiren looked at the female ghost in front of him, rubbed his chin and smiled, "Oh? Why should I help you? "“ Sir, although I have been a ghost for a long time, I have also heard that the messenger of forgetting Sichuan is specially responsible for extraditing ghosts in the sun and helping them cross the forgetting River to Naihe bridge. However, there is one kind of ghost that cannot be extradited, that is, a ghost with resentment. A long cherished wish like me has not been fulfilled, resulting in too strong obsession... Sir, I hope you can help me fulfill my long cherished wish and dissipate my resentment, Let me get through forgetting the river smoothly. " Wen Yiren looked at the female ghost carefully. Although her face was paler, she could still see her beautiful face“ How do you know I'm the messenger of forgetting Sichuan? " On the warm and pleasant eyes, the female ghost shrunk and raised her fingers to point between her neck“ A silver bell the size of a little finger has always been around the neck of the messenger of forgetting Sichuan. " Wen Yiren lowered his eyes and looked at the bell he was exposed outside. The female ghost is right. If she is too persistent, even she can't help her cross the river. It happened that this year Yama raised his requirements and attached great importance to the performance of these senior executives. A few years ago, she didn't participate in the year-end review because she was suffering in the world, but this year, the king of hell insisted that you must show her performance, no matter where you are, even if you are invited to be a guest by heaven“ Pleasant, just promise! We are in a group. You still have decades to be a man in the world. I'm different! " Xu Xu hurried over and pointed to the female ghost. "The female ghost obviously died with hatred. She is also a poor master." As a person for life, her wish is to have a good experience of human life, talk about a vigorous love, and take a movie queen Dangdang by the way. Pianpian, the king of hell, I just didn't realize her wish. She was reborn and had to continue to work together! Pit“ First, why did you commit suicide? " As a high-ranking messenger of forgetting Sichuan with both beauty and strength, she can see how the ghost died at a glance. The female ghost suddenly sipped, "my Lord, my name is yuan Xiaoxiao. I was an actor in the crew of first love. I had already filmed more than half of the play. Unexpectedly, director Chen Wen's son Chen Yu took a fancy to me when the crew had a dinner again and tried to force me. I didn't agree. He called several gangsters and tied me up. I was shot by them... Finally, Those people threatened me with this so that I had to listen to them. I had been destroyed and didn't want to live any longer. I jumped into the river and committed suicide while they didn't pay attention. " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.