I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

On the banks of the Forgotten River, the flowers on the other shore bloom as red as blood.

At the Naihe Bridge, several ghost officers looked at the young man on the river with worried looks on their faces.

"It's been three hundred years, why hasn't this ancestor given up?"

"That's right, he has affected the appearance of our underworld so much."

"I told you before that your soul is not here even if you are not here, why are you so stubborn?"

The woman next to her suggested:

"How about I make a bowl of soup for you guys to drink? He won't remember anything, so he will just leave on his own, right?"

"Go away, go away, you are just giving me stupid ideas." The ghost was terrified, "Do you really want me to die?"

"That's the devil."

"So what if the demon god is so powerful?" she said, "He was created by the gods anyway. He is not a proper god born from the gathering of spirits."

The ghost hurriedly covered her mouth and said in a low voice:

"He single-handedly created the demon world and was even able to compete with the Heavenly Dao. What do you think happened to him?"

The woman opened her eyes wide, pried his hands apart, and said in surprise:

"Is he so powerful?"

Another ghost messenger said:

"Isn't it? If the Heaven hadn't promised him something and sent him into reincarnation, he would have really destroyed all six realms."

The woman asked curiously:

"What did Heaven promise him?"

The ghost was speechless:

"Do you think we look like ghosts who deserve to know?"

The woman said, "That's right."

"However, there may be someone in our underworld who knows."

"Who?"

"Of course - Lord Hades."

God of the underworld?

On the Forgotten River.

A hand gently stopped Xie Chenzhou, and the man wearing a golden crown whispered:

"You have been looking here for three hundred years. Go back."

Xie Chenzhou, who now looked like a young man, was silent for a long time, with a blank look on his face:

"But I don't know where else to find her."

The man sighed and led him step by step across the bones in the river to the shore.

Amid the blood-red flowers, the girl folded her hands on her belly with a serene look on her face.

Beneath her, the ice was three feet thick and the chill was overwhelming.

Xie Chenzhou squatted down slowly, wanting to cover her hands.

Just like she did for him back then.

But that hand just couldn't be warmed up.

Xie Chenzhou looked sad and said softly:

"You said you would wait here for me to come find you."

"But... where are you?"

The three hundred miles of Yellow Springs have been searched, and the eighteen levels of Purgatory have been passed through.

By the Forgotten River, at the Naihe Bridge, after twists and turns, three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

And he was still trapped on the day she died.

No relief.

"Where are you...?"

Next to the red spider lily, the young man's face was full of despair.

The man sighed again:

"Let's go. If we stay any longer, this body will be completely frozen by the power of the underworld."

The heavy black iron door opened again, and outside the door, the spring scenery was in full bloom.

Xie Chenzhou picked up the corpse in a daze and walked towards the human world step by step.

In March, the flowers are in full bloom.

The long-lost sunlight poured down, warm and bright.

The person in his arms was still cold.

He hugged her tighter and gently closed his eyes:

"Nian Nian, spring is here."

In the middle of the yard grew a gigantic mulberry tree, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and many of them were tied with red silk.

Under the tree, an old swing swayed slightly in the wind.

Everything is so familiar.

Suddenly, a short scream was heard from behind.

Xie Chenzhou turned around.

It was a little maid who was sweeping the floor. She was only twelve or thirteen years old.

She looked at him, her face filled with horror.

Xie Chenzhou took a step forward, threw away the broom and ran away, shouting:

"Someone come quickly! A weirdo has broken into the young lady's yard!"

"Someone come quickly!"

Soon, a group of people hurried over.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing.

When he saw Xie Chenzhou, his pupils shrank.

Soon, his gaze shifted to the girl in Xie Chenzhou's arms, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

That is……

Sang Qiyan's voice was hoarse, and every word he spoke was extremely difficult:

“…Nian Nian.”

Xie Chenzhou hugged the body tightly, lowered his head and knelt down in front of him:

"I'm sorry I... couldn't find her."

A few turbid tears flashed in Sang Qiyan's eyes. He staggered forward and wanted to reach out and touch the girl's face.

But the hand hung in the air for a long time and finally did not fall.

He wiped away the tears from his eyes, choking with sobs as he spoke:

"Give her back to me."

"Give my sister back to me."

Xie Chenzhou: “…Okay.”

He forced himself to let go and let Sang Qi Yan carry Sang Nian away.

Sang Qiyan seemed to be crying and laughing:

"I rushed over as fast as I could when I heard the news, but I still couldn't even see her for the last time."

"Now, the pear blossoms have fallen three hundred times, and she has been away from me for exactly three hundred years."

"Three hundred years... I almost, just almost, forgot what she looked like."

Xie Chenzhou rested his forehead on the ground, and shallow water marks appeared on the dry blue brick surface:

"sorry."

Sang Qi Yan said nothing and stumbled away with Sang Nian.

The servants around him looked at each other and hurried to follow him.

The young man in black was still kneeling on the ground.

The mulberry tree swayed in the wind, shaking off a few green leaves.

On the branches, wind chimes made of shells jingled.

A faded red silk floated in front of him.

After a long time, he raised his head, picked up the red silk, and wanted to tie it back to the tree.

There were words written on the red silk.

Xie Chenzhou looked at it in a daze.

Three hundred years have passed, and the words on it have long been blurred by the torrent of time.

He struggled to decipher, and vaguely saw that it was written:

【Thank you Chenzhou, please be happy】

His fingertips trembled, and he thought of something, then suddenly turned around to look at the tree of red silk.

Another red silk floated in front of him.

It says:

【Xie Chenzhou, please be happy】

The little maidservant who had just come back somehow came back again. Seeing the red silk in his hand, she exclaimed, "Ah!" and said,

"Why did you fall again?"

Seeing that he was still stunned, she explained timidly:

"I heard from someone that these were all written by the young lady before she passed away. She specifically asked that one of these be hung up every year, saying that... it was to pray for a very important person."

"This tree was also planted by the young lady. She said it can live for a very long time."

"This way, I can always be with someone."

"She...why are you crying?"

The little maid was startled, not understanding why this strange person in front of her suddenly burst into tears, and hurriedly said:

"My great grandmother said that no one is allowed to cry in front of this tree. The young lady will be unhappy!"

Xie Chenzhou: "Your great-grandmother?"

"Oh, her name is Chun'er, and she used to be the young lady's maid."

"Look, her grave is right next to the tree."

"..."

"The young lady has never been buried. I heard that the city lord didn't find the body and it was hidden by a bad guy. Whenever the city lord misses the young lady, he can only come here."

"I heard that this tree was sick for a long time and almost died, but then it came back to life inexplicably. If you knew that, you would be very happy."

"..."

On a bright and warm spring day, butterflies are flying and wind chimes are swaying.

Three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

The red silk has faded, and all old friends are dead.

Xie Chenzhou, who was no longer a young man, stared at the tree and suddenly burst into tears.