After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

With this shout, all the red spider lilies quickly shrank into a flower ball, even retracting their leaves.

For a moment, all the flowers all over the mountains seemed to have wilted and drooped their heads.

At this moment, it started to rain, but the rain was very strange, as if it had consciousness, and the raindrops fell around me one after another.

Not a single drop of rain touched me. Even when I reached out to catch them, the raindrops seemed to have eyes and turned a corner and fell to the ground.

This is really magical. I was in a playful mood and ran after the rain all the way, but not a drop of rain got on my body.

We were having a lot of fun, but then we heard a series of screams like ghosts and wolves howling, which was eerie, scary and ruined our mood.

This ghostly howling sound should be the sound made by the flower that "Human Face Flower" mentioned that everyone dislikes. I finally understand why everyone dislikes it, it's really too noisy.

I followed the sound and saw a solitary black red spider lily in a small valley. It was twisting its branches in pain. The more it twisted, the more rain fell on it. The other flowers only received a drizzle, but this black red spider lily was hit by bean-sized raindrops, which fell so quickly and fiercely that the entire flower was knocked directly to the mud. The black flower could only wail and struggle in pain in the mud, but it could not move.

I saw that the black flower was crying miserably, so I wanted to reach out and help it up, but suddenly a loud shout came from the sky: "Stop it, you damned bastard!"

Why does this sound weird?

I looked up and saw a young man in a black official uniform, black boots and a black ribbon tied in his hair slowly descending from the sky and landing in front of me.

The man was dressed in black, but his face was extremely pale, so pale that it was scary, as if his face was covered with plaster, stiff and pale.

Looking at his petrified plaster face, I couldn't help but think of the Faceless Man. Are all the ghosts in the underworld so ugly?

I was secretly complaining when the plaster face looked at me seriously and said, "How strange! You are obviously a living soul, why did you come to the Forgotten River?"

I said unhappily, "You asked me, and I want to ask you something."

Plaster Face was stunned by my question. Maybe he didn't expect that someone would dare to be so rude to him.

Just as Plaster Face was thinking about how to respond, the red spider lilies all over the ground suddenly started shouting, "Sir Ghost Messenger, it's raining too much. If it continues, we'll all be drowned."

The plaster face seemed to react suddenly, and waved his hand quickly, and the raindrops in the sky disappeared!

I looked at the still gray sky and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's amazing! How can you be so powerful that you can make it rain when you want it to rain and stop raining when you want it to stop?"

Plaster Face was a little embarrassed by my praise. He touched his head and said, "This is my job. It's not amazing."

I patted his shoulder and said, "There are tens of thousands of souls who cannot be reincarnated by the Wangchuan River, and you are in charge of them all. Just thinking about it is impressive, so you are an amazing ghost messenger."

The plaster-faced man felt even more embarrassed by my compliment and lowered his head, not knowing how to respond.

The black red spider lily stopped howling after the rain stopped, but unlike other flowers, it did not straighten its back immediately after the rain stopped. Instead, it lay in the mud, looking dying.

Seeing me staring at the black red spider lily, Plaster Face said to me quickly, "Don't touch it. This person committed many sins before his death. After going to the underworld, he was washed by the water of the Forgotten River for hundreds of years, but his sins could not be washed away. Instead, he became even more violent. So we can only keep him in this place alone. Don't let him get close to other dead souls, otherwise he will devour their spirits and become even more vicious."

Just now I was thinking about giving it a hand, but I didn’t expect this black red spider lily to be so evil. I was so scared that I quickly retracted my hand.

The plaster-faced man glanced at me, then lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly and said, "You should leave now. You can't stay here for too long, or your soul will become weaker and weaker, and you won't be able to go back even if you want to."

I sighed and said, "I would like to go back, but I have forgotten who I am, where my home is, and how to get back."

Plaster Face said with guilt: "My responsibility is only to take care of the souls by the Forgotten River. I am not responsible for the rest, so I can't help you."

I looked at the endless sea of ​​flowers and asked, "Is the Forgotten River beautiful?"

"Is it beautiful?" The plaster-faced man said blankly, "I have been planting flowers here for thousands of years. I know every place and every corner along the Forgotten River, even every flower and every stone. But I don't think this place is beautiful."

The plaster face lowered his head embarrassedly, like a child who had made a mistake, and rubbed his hands nervously.

I smiled and said, "You are aesthetically fatigued. Take me for a walk and maybe you will discover its beauty."

"Aesthetic fatigue?" The plaster-faced man didn't seem to understand the meaning of the word. He looked at me blankly, but he soon realized that the point was not the word. He quickly said, "You are a living soul. I can't carry you. If you want to go over, you can only walk over step by step. But this place is far from the Forgotten River. I'm afraid you may not be able to reach it even if you walk to the point of your soul being torn apart."

I asked in disbelief, "Isn't this the bank of the Forgotten River? How can it be so far away?"

The plaster-faced man explained, "If you were a dead soul, you would be light and I could fly over with you in no time. But you are a living soul, and you still have the weight of your body. You are suppressed in the underworld, so I can't carry you. Moreover, living souls are foreign invaders of the underworld and will be expelled without a written order. If you wander around and are seen by other ghost messengers, they will expel you from the underworld. If you can't return to your own body, that will be terrible."

After hearing Plaster Face's explanation, I couldn't help but laugh and said, "I thought you disliked me for being fat and didn't want to take me for a walk. So this is the reason. It seems that I was too narrow-minded. I'm sorry."

Plaster Face seemed even more uneasy after hearing my half-hearted apology. He quickly waved his hands and said, "It's none of your business. I didn't explain it clearly."

Then he glanced at me secretly and said, "You are not fat at all, and you are very beautiful. You are the most beautiful one among all the female ghosts I have seen."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but burst out laughing and said, "You are really good at making people happy. This is the most touching lie I have ever heard."

Seeing that I didn't believe him, the plaster face piece became a little angry. He waved his hand and a mirror immediately appeared in front of me.

The plaster-faced man said, "Look for yourself and you'll know what I said is true."